I want wine. I want a rich, deep, dark red, with layers of flavours and scents that I can sip slowly of an evening. Ideally by a roaring fire. I'd drink the whole bottle. I want wine.
I also want to stop being so damn hungry. Today's indigestion has been especially unwelcome. Hungry and unable to fit the food in because my innards are getting squashed.
I find it strange, now, when pregnant people talk about being excited to have a baby. Like they don't have one now.
I feel comfortable being pregnant again. I feel like my body and my bump and my ungainliness is right. I feel like I belong with other pregnant women. It's right for me to be this way.
I also want to stop being so damn hungry. Today's indigestion has been especially unwelcome. Hungry and unable to fit the food in because my innards are getting squashed.
I find it strange, now, when pregnant people talk about being excited to have a baby. Like they don't have one now.
I feel comfortable being pregnant again. I feel like my body and my bump and my ungainliness is right. I feel like I belong with other pregnant women. It's right for me to be this way.
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