I was at the doctor because I was pregnant and my belly had stopped growing. I looked to be about 5-6 months pregnant. My husband was with me and the doctor told me I was not and had not been pregnant, that it was all a mistake. My belly was big and he could not explain why, but was very sure we had just made a mistake. My husband & I began to discuss a fake funeral to end the mistaken pregnancy because we felt that our family and friends would not understand the sudden change in information. There was no sadness or shame, just very logically trying to make an explanation that would be easier for everyone else to understand. (In real life, we have two grown children. In the dream, I was not younger, but was my current age.)