And I will hug it and squeeze it and call it George

What is the biological imperative for wanting to hug such a tiny fragile little being so so so tight and crush it against you while snarfling and omnomnoming the fragrant baby pudge?

Cannibalism and impulses to lovingly cause bodily harm surely aren't conducive to the propagation of the species.

In other news the postpartum loss of pregnancy hair has finally kicked in; my bathroom looks like a yeti sneezed. Blergh.