Four days from now I'll be finding out if I'm going to be the father of 1 or 2 kids. I think the twins thing has knocked me off track of the main idea. . . I'm going to be a dad.
I had my first baby dream last night. Someone was threatening to take the baby from me because I wasn't burping him correctly. They said she was turning purple and that it was because of me so I was not allowed to have him anymore. Then it morphed into a dream of me trying to find unique ways of telling my sister and I wasted so much time planning it that I didn't get to tell them.
It was like a bad pizza dream, only without getting to eats vast amounts of pizza beforehand.
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