Am I Crazy?

So I am aware of how far I've come since my roots of being a city girl when I was growing up.  We used to get excited for the summertime when we could buy sweet corn in the market, shipped from who knows where to sit for days/weeks before it was sold.  We would enjoy going to the Jersey shore and on our way there we would pick up corn from a stand on the side of the road and would do the same on the way back.  We knew that was really good corn (better than the market)...I didn't realize though how good corn could really be until my husband started growing it.  I'll never forget making one of my first meals for Dave when we were just dating and he refused to eat it because it was made with store-bought hamburger.  It didn't make a difference to me back then.  Now, I can't even look at hamburger from the store.  Since when is hamburger light pink?  Fast forward to last February (or March, can't remember exactly) when we did a presentation on local foods for the Jefferson DeFrees Center's Woman's Day.  I had to buy hamburger from the store (*gasp*) and cook it up to show the difference in the fat levels, the color, and texture.  The smell of that store-bought hamburger literally made me gag.  I will, however, give it the benefit of the doubt as I was 5 months pregnant at the time. 

This all leads me to this new uncertainty.  I'm questioning how far I'm willing to go with this farming way of life.  See we encompass many different aspects of farming, many of which was even my idea, like the laying hens and pigs.  We started out with 20 laying hens a year and a half ago and now we'll have 400 laying by March.  Needless to say we broke down and bought an egg washer; I am no longer it.  A major aspect of farming not found on our farm is dairy.  I have always been adament about no dairy.  I wasn't ashamed to tell everyone that I'm to blame for not having dairy.  I feel like it's this step in a direction where there's no turning back.  We have a list of well over 25 people begging us to bring on dairy.  Around person #21 I started going from, "Nope, sorry, no dairy," to "Well, I don't know?"  What is wrong with me and my thinking?  Am I ready to take the plunge?  Perhaps it's the SIX gallons of milk we go through a week (and it's only going to get worse when our youngest can drink milk)?  Or maybe it's the fact that like everything else we eat, I want to know what's really in my milk and that the milk I drink comes from humanely treated animals.  If I bring on dairy will I then insist on making my own butter, cheese, YOGURT?  When will this craziness end...I'm on the verge of panicking at this new revelation.  Or is it really just no big deal?  Am I crazy for perhaps wanting to add yet another dimension to our farm?  Please don't be afraid to tell me what you think; I'm really on the fence about this whole thing.