Dalton snuggled up next to me the other night and was especially quiet. After a few minutes of quality snuggling, he looked up at me and asked, "What are they going to put in your throat so they can get Jessie Anne out?" The conversation that followed gave me an entirely new appreciation for C-sections. Funny thing is, he was mortified that I said it was better to get a shot in my back than to feel the cut on my belly.