Sick to My Stomach, But NOT Morning Sick

I awoke a couple of mornings ago from one of the most wretched dreams I have ever dreamed.  It was SO REAL that it has taken me this long to completely convince myself that it was, in fact, unreal.  I dreamed that both of my boys were grown and had joined the military and gone to Afghanistan.  That scared me enough, but there's more.  I was pregnant.  My youngest was old enough to be in Afghanistan, and I was having another baby.  That would make me, what? Forty seven.  At least.  Starting what would be, for all practical purposes, a second family.  Holy nightmare!