Directions, breasts and garlic

In the first sequence, I am arguing with my younger brother and one of my older female friends. We are debating hand written directions; my friend and brother are seeing the words in very different ways. When I look at the page I see the words, "Jarvis" and "Seraphina", but they see completely different words. I assume that they are wrong because I recall these street names in my mind--I recall driving these streets in my recent past.
My friend suddenly grows upset. She tells me she is embarrassed by her legs because they look and smell like garlic. She tells me that she takes too many garlic supplements for some health reason. I tell her that I have some garlic medication that might help her.
In the next sequence I am fielding emails from would-be employers. In one a man sends back a one-liner about my "tits". I turn to my husband and say, "Well, I ain't working there!" He agrees.
Later, I am in an apartment that I don't recognize. One of my female cousins is there; she seems inebriated. She carries a wine glass around and tells me that it is a candy cane drink in it, but she is slurring her words and she looks quite disheveled. I become annoyed with her when she places her glass sloppily on me and my husband's desk. She laughs. I am dressed in a long gown and my hair is wavy--half up and half down. The dress is weird--like something an older woman would wear, but it fits me nicely. As I study my reflection I realize my belly---I have a small pregnant belly. I place my hand on and view it from the side--I must only be a few months because it is defined but small.