Pregnant Dudes Shouldn't Smoke

So last night I dreamed I was pregnant. Yep. One in the oven, about to burst. I was in some town other than my own attending a family reunion of sorts and my mother, seeing how pregnant I was took me back to the hotel suite I had apprently booked and set me up with food, water and blankets. I didn't really question how or why I was pregnant, rather I was more concerned with how I was physically going to deliver this thing which caused this great round bulge in my gut. I convinced myself I would have to poop it out and grew incredibly nervous over the obvious pain which would accompany the delivery. And I knew, from my mother's actions, that this delivery would happen this night, in this suite. I could slap a "my baby was born at home" sticker on my car bumper. I was also incredibly nauseous the entire time and suffered a constant gnawing stomach ache.

Friends and family gradually arrived at the suite, and didn't seem the least bit surprised that I was pregnant and near delivery. In fact, they went about their socializing and I perceived tham as rather rude for talking and laughing and playing and bouncing around near me and generally invading my personal space. I caught myself thinking, "Don't they know I'm pregnant? Shouldn't they be acting like people do around pregnant...people?" I never did deliver, I just wandered around the massive suite trying to find a quiet place to rest. I didn't even wake up with a stomach ache or having to poo.

So why the odd dream? I hadn't eaten anything strange last evening and hadn't eaten anything at all since my ham sandwich dinner at around 6.

Today is day #10 with no cigarettes. Yay! After fifteen years of smoking this is obviously a major change to my daily routine, but why the odd dream on night number 9? Due to the non-smoking I have made some other changes including almost no alcohol (sure, a coupla beers over football on Sunday), more exercise (yes, I jogged. I may even jog again. I hate jogging, but it's pretty great to feel that increased lung capacity), I read read read since I'm not drinking beer and smoking on the porch, and I go to bed at an unreasonably early hour (I was in bed reading by 9:30 last night).

All significant changes to my daily routine, but I still am trying to wrap myself around this pregnancy dream. Was it my mother's nurturing? Was it my annoyance at my friends and family for doing what they normally do? A cry for attention? Odd nicotine withdrawl symptoms? I'll admit I sure did crave cigarettes in my dream, especially with friends stepping out to smoke on the deck - but of course I knew that a pregnant dude shouldn't smoke.