I had the most awesome dream Wednesday night. Plan B had finally…err…come to fruition (I have to speak about it in euphemisms because I don't think I'll ever have a child, anymore than I ever thought I'd graduate college or get married or build a house or any of it) and I was alone trying to take care of him. (In my dream – as in probable reality – I had a son. Even called him by name in the dream, but I don't remember what it is). All I really remember was the kid would not stop pooping. And for some reason I didn't have a car seat. We were in the house in my dream but for some reason I was totally freaked out about not having a carseat.
OMfG…In my baby dream I was Britney Spears.