I decided to adopt twins from the NICU.
I was a college student.
‘Cause that seemed like a good idea?
It was a little scary since they were tiny and needed special care. Plus, they had tubes running from their backs. (I can’t even guess what those might be for.)
Every time we were trying to get them ready to come home, there was massive amounts of poop to clean up.
Which, come to think of it, is not too inaccurate when it comes to newborns.
And by “we”, I mean, me and this random girl I don’t know in real life. She was going to help me.
I had the thought, as we were leaving with the babies, am I still going to be able to finish school now?
And then I woke up.
I know what it means though.
Pregnancy dreams are always weird.