If I ever consider having another one, remind me of the moment when I haven't showered and I don't care enough to change out of my sleeping clothes or paint my swollen toes and my hair looks like an old broom gone electric and my stretch marks have stretch marks and my after dinner snack consists of one container of Nutella plus spoon and I'm honestly considering taking Finn up on his two-person betting pool on when my water will break. Just. Remind me. Please.