premise: Gosh ! I almost forgot ! I totally had a dream last night that I was pregnant and that I had to have it ( for whatever reason . Maybe we needed to repopulate St. Paul or something and they 'd take whatever they could get , even my potentially " wrong " baby ) but I knew that it would come out all messed up on account of me liking box wine and prescription medication more than I like breathing , so I kept punching myself in the stomach while I was getting ready to go to the Emmy 's . Why did the writer keep punching herself in the stomach ?
hypothesis: Because she had to have the baby .