So after swearing up and down that I was done with baby urges for life, I went to sleep last night and had the most incredible, detailed, baby-urge-inducing dream ever. I dreamed that I was pregnant again, and I went into the hospital to have the baby. I had to have him via c-section, but they got the meds right this time, so I wasn’t nearly as sick or weak as I was after having Ryan. He was a boy, and his name was Gabriel. He nursed right away, and I checked out of the hospital with him myself the next day. He took to a sling right away, he was a champ at breastfeeding, and he even slept for 4-6 hour stretches. Everything was just so damn real in that dream, right down to the sensation of him nursing and the smell of his skin.

Uterus, I hate you. You have me pining for a baby that DOESN’T. EVEN. EXIST.

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