In my dream, my mom surprised me by somehow birthing my baby for me. The baby was a walking, talking, black two-year-old (my husband and I are white. There's one back guy in my ancestry a couple generations back, but that's it). We loved her but were totally confounded about how my mom birthed my baby, how our baby was born a toddler, and how our baby wasn't our ethnicity.
Pregnancy dreams. Weird stuff.