I was laying my eggs to have a baby.
There were two of them and they looked like little round balls. You could see through them.
The first one that came out was fine and looked good. The other one was not so good: it looked like it was torn, not healthy.
My husband came in and asked what I was doing. I said I was getting the eggs ready to make a baby. He said it was too soon and that he thought we weren’t going to have any more for a while.
I felt real sad about the egg that was not well.
Note:
We have a five year old, a ten month old and one due in February.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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