I had a dream that I had a baby. It was tiny and had huge brown eyes that looked like Brice's. I was really freaked out by the whole thing and everyone around me was making a big fuss and talking about how cute it was.
Some girl picked it up and said, "He's hungry, Liss. Time to feed him."
And I looked down and the baby was looking up at me with huge hungry eyes. I looked at it for a while and it looked at my chest and I finally realized what the girl was talking about. Oh no, I thought. How uncomfortable.
I didn't want to breast feed the baby. I couldn't let it starve either. It was the weirdest feeling I've ever had. I didn't want the baby and I didn't want anything going anywhere near my nipples. How do mothers deal with that? That's what the nipples are there for, I know, but it's still weird to me for some reason.
