Crystal, the head teller from work, (not to be confused with any other women by the same name, such as the girl from training,) brought her baby daughter Quinn (again, baby, not to be confused,) into work today. The smelly people took a break around three, and I had the chance to hold Quinn for a few moments while Crystal was socializing. Loren, my trainer, came into the room and said I was going to make a wonderful mother one day....

This evening I had a ... glimpse... into the future of being a mother. Perhaps a pregnant one. For some reason, after finishing the second to last book in my series (oh, around ten thirty) I decided to go eat. Around eleven I had one gourmet salad prepared for lunch tommorow.

I don't even eat half the things I put in it. I have a feeling this is an outlook of me every midnight for nine months one day in the future. Scary thought, all those leftovers.