about my dream is really no better than any of your theories...in fact, some of yours made much more sense than mine. Particularly Jenny's theory that the dream means I just need to take a big dump.
When I first woke from the dream, I lay in bed and came up with this theory: That my dream represented my sub-conscious wondering if, were it possible, I would be able to do a better job than M at this whole "trying to make a baby thing". I mean, I'm doing my part, by jacking off into a cup. The rest, really, is up to her. Now I've NEVER wondered this consciously, but perhaps my subconscious wonders if I'd be able to do better than she's doing.
Well, the fact that in the dream the pregnancy had to be aborted answered the question. No, I wouldn't be able to do better. Even if I figured out a way to miraculously become pregnant, I'd still be subject to all the various uncertainties and risks that come at us between implantation and birth of our baby. So I've decided: I'll leave the getting pregnant stuff to M. I'll stick to rubbing one out in a Dixie cup.
So, in an effort to feel productive, we've decided to try naturally for a few months while we await the results of our blood tests (we're both anxious to see if that Brazilian prostitute I had unprotected sex with left me with a going away present) and the insurance process. We bought a fancy little ovulation test and M pees on it in the morning. So far, nothing resembling a surge. This will more than likely never amount ot anything, but hey, at least I'm finally getting laid.
OK, while I was writing this post, Thalia the brilliant consulting magnate just came up with a theory that blows mine out of the water. You win, Thalia.