Man, the dreams didn't give me anything cool like a six pack. Just some stupid scars and an irrational need to sleep with the light on.
And see, _I_ can use the pregnancy baby weight excuse to eat anything I want, I am SO going to take advantage of that. Which means that you are the absolutely most genius man alive right now because CHEESECAKE!
We need a few cheesecakes. With some of that fruit glaze to pour over them. Maybe some chocolate, too.