I woke up in a hurry this morning. Pretty sure I have a biological alarm clock. Like that crocodile in Peter Pan. Only with wanting babies instead of ticking. I blame the 6 year old girl who asked me if I had kids yesterday, and I told her no, just kitties. I felt compelled to tell her that I probably want kids eventually, but she had already gone inside, and I’m going to be 32 and what the hell brain!