Happy You-Know-What

I’ve decided to take this special day to discuss a concern of mine.  It might be a bit shocking to those who know me, but it’s time to come clean…

I’ve been dreaming about babies.

Yep.  Me.  The girl who swore she’d never have kids.  The one who hears a crying child and wants to throw it off of a rooftop.  Scary?  It gets worse.

I’m not in much of a position to have a child, even if I wanted to… I’m not sure I can have children and even if I can… I rarely go out with anyone more than twice.  I don’t make enough money to raise a child on my own.  I never even babysat children when I was younger.  And I think my pets hate me.  Really, it’s a bad combo.

But, still, the dreams.  Almost every night lately.  Sometimes it’s my child, sometimes a friend is having a child.  Sometimes I just dream I’m pregnant, but it’s all about fucking babies.  I guess I’ve heard this can happen sometime after turning 30, but don’t they have a pill for this yet?

And why do I get just a little twinge of sadness once a month?