I came home from a weekend away to discover that my husband was five months pregnant with twins: a boy and a girl. Actually, I came home to more than that, since one of the babies had slipped out when the doctor was doing some kind of status procedure, so I actually was a parent. The baby that had been born was very tiny, but he/she was doing well, healthwise. The other baby was apparently going to stay in for the full term. (At first, in the dream, it was the boy who had slipped out first, but later on in the dream, it was the girl.) I vaguely remember trying to decide how to write about this odd twist at entering parenthood on my blog.