i've come to realize that i have a problem with pregnancy. my issue, i think, is that i get so caught up in all the aches and pains and general discomforts and inconveniences that i forget about the ever-impending ending. the best part. the fairytale bit. the miraculous little person who shows up and, by doing nothing other than simply existing, manages rip apart any notion you might have had about your capacity to love and how infinite love really is.
okay. back to your regularly-scheduled eco-stuff.