Poor Allison

The other night I dreamt that I was pregnant with our third child. It was a girl, whose name was going to be Allison. Despite the fact that Allison is the one name we would never, ever name a child. Anywhoo, I dropped C and A off at camp, headed to the hospital, and had Allison a few minutes later. Didn't even bother to call M. Once Allison was born and cleaned up, I checked us both out of the hospital and headed back to camp to pick up C and A. I woke up from the dream and started looking for the bassinet, convinced that Allison needed to be fed.

And yes, my labors are fast enough that this actually could happen. But poor, poor Allison. What a life she would lead.