I dreamed the other night, for the second time in my life that I was pregnant, although I think I was still mostly male (I'm not sure what I was wearing, although I think it was a dress, and no idea what my genitalia were like) and I think had no breasts. I was frantically looking for a particular woman I wanted to ask for advice (why this particular woman I don't know irl and not any other woman who had been pregnant, I don't know - bizarrely, I pictured her naked - an attractive, curvy black woman). Then the dream sort of shifted and I'd given birth (no idea if natural birth or c-section) and was at a bus station with the baby. I presumably had no milk (I don't think I even had breasts) or at any rate I did not even think of breastfeeding but somehow the baby could eat solids or at least I thought he could (I'm under the impression it was a boy), but I had no idea which ones were the right ones and knew he needed food soon, and was frantically trying to talk to my mother or get to my parents' house for advice. Then the dream shifted again and me and the father (muscular late 30's blonde guy, nobody I know) were talking about the experience, it was like an interview, and we'd had two more babies since. I think I was wearing a dress but I'm not sure, but at any rate I was clearly there in the role of wife and mother. We said something about having learned a lot about parenting since our firstborn, and there was kind of the implication that something bad had happened to the first baby as a result of that time at the bus station, but it wasn't clear if it had been something serious or just scary or what (the baby was alive, at any rate).