As I start to try to describe the pregnancy dream in written words, I realize it's more complicated than I expected, and wonder whether to give background details about our ages, etc. (which I guess you know anyway.)
Richard and I are walking through an English landscape, with rolling hills that look a bit like one of David Hockney's Yorkshire landscape paintings, but without all the bright, artificial colors. I look over at Richard and see that he is pregnant, with a big round belly. I think he's wearing some sort of sweater. I'm not shocked or surprised; it seems quite normal, and I think I am pleased. We start having a discussion about which of the four types of pregnancies this is - I think we decide it's type 3.