I visited one of my oldest, closest friends and her new baby yesterday.
He was delicious. I think my mouth watered when I looked at him. (I also think that when I held him I may have had a contraction.) I felt like the Greek god who ate his babies to prevent then from overthrowing him. Except for the overthrowing bit.
Hours later when I fell asleep I dreamed I was pregnant. With twins.
Then Sid and Fi woke up at five, got into a fight and came screaming into our room. There was pinching and scratching involved.
Not sure how but it seems to be possible to simultaneously crave a baby and not know what the hell to do with the ones I already have.