Have you ever had a dream that was so real that you believe it is part of your life part of your narrative? Then add into the mix general anesthesia (hernia) and you may come up with something like this.
I was pregnant and I was going to my 12-week scan and I hoped to find out the sex of the baby. There was a hell of a lot of journalists outside and I wondered why. Inside I made my way to the ultrasound and realised that Boris was visiting the hospital. Oh, Johnston not the spider. A civil servant approached me and asked would I mind if he came with me and stayed with me? Why not. We passed pleasantries he asked where the father was and then took many calls. I noticed he tossed a cigarette up and down in his hand and at one point I said why don’t you go and smoke it and he said Nah there were too many cameras around. He got frustrated at how long it took haven missed all his broods scans and when we got in there he played around with the probe. The scan revealed I was having a boy and once the shock subsided and Boris stopped hugging me off he went. I still feel warm when I think of this dream and I won’t currently have a bad word said about him at the moment. My question is what the fuck do they put in you at the hospital when you come out loving Boris. I also understand how carrying a child is so awesome having done so in the blink of an eye.