Babies, Babies, Everywhere

I know right? What a totally random and strange topic for me to write about . . . But I had this amazing dream this morning where I was just brimming with total and complete happiness. Like teary-eyed happiness. In my dream . . . I was a mother to a baby girl and a baby boy. Two beautiful, curly headed children. Greg usually wakes me up in the morning before he goes to school or work, but this morning I barely payed attention to his goodbye because I was right in the middle of this reverie. I mumbled an "I love you, have a great day" and went back to sleep as fast as I could. I did soon enough, and there it was again- the same glorious reverie. I swear, I must have been smiling in my sleep because I was smiling so much in my dream. I was so happy with my babies and Greg. I woke up several times in the morning, each time trying with all my might to go back to sleep and enter the same dream again. It was so . . . great. I'm only 21 years old, I shouldn't be thinking about this sort of thing. But considering the relationship I have with Greg and just the thought of how ridiculously adorable our children will be, I can't help it. Is it weird that I can't wait to be a mother? I know my priorities, though. I can't bring children into my horribly poor lifestyle. I'll wait for now, but hopefully for not too long.