One of the best things about being pregnant is the vivid dreams I have. Sometimes they are strange, sometimes they are beautiful. Sometimes, they are a brilliant mix of the two.

For example, last night, I dreamt that George Clooney took me to afternoon tea at a bed & breakfast on the coast and then asked for my advice about sex.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more disappointed to wake up.

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