I had my first baby dream last night.

I dreamed that I had Tony, and he had thick, curly black hair.. much like most italian baby boys. (Our child will not have that hair, though.) I was trying desperately to get him to “latch on” (for those without children, that’s the really glamorous name they give to breastfeeding), and it wasn’t working. “Come ON, Tony,” I’d say.

“But I don’t want to,” he’d whine. Oh, and he was three.

Tell me not that’s not the freakiest dream ever.