Reading Rosemary's Baby

So... I've always had a bit of a dark sense of humor. When I was in middle school, the day after we learned about what gelatin was made out of, I brought Jello to school and dramatically ate it saying, "Mmmm, cow hooves" while the girl next to me shrieked in horror. In high school, I hummed "Chin Up" from Charlotte's Web while I completed my mandatory fetal pig dissection lab. Perhaps that's why, just weeks after finding out that I was pregnant, I decided to order a copy of Ira Levin's iconic 1967 horror novel Rosemary's Baby .