Oh, heck's no...

This morning, as I dozed on the sofa holding Speck, who apparently did not wish to remain in his mini crib past 3:42ish a.m. (alas, he protested too much), I had a bit of a nightmare: in it, I was pregnant. And, yes, I did wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath.

Ben, however, found the idea amusing.

Or possibly distasteful.

He can be quite enigmatic, this little mystery man of ours, but I don't think he's ready to give up the spotlight just yet.