It hurts me, it really does. I don't know if I can go on.
2. Last night I dreamed I had a baby. In the dream I was all, "This is just like everyone says! You really can't imagine you could love something so much!" blah blah blah. It was actually a pretty nice dream. But then, when I looked down at the baby, I was holding a paper plate with a cheeseburger on it. I lifted off the bun and the pickles and started wiping off the ketchup and mustard. "Who put fixins on my baby? Who?" But there wasn't a baby anymore - just a hamburger patty.
My takeaway on this is that I am very much not ready to have a baby or to eat a cheeseburger anytime soon.