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I wrote a huge, long ranty entry earlier today, and diaryland ate it... I am not sure I am up to re-creating that entry again... Basically, I was ranting and raving and complaining about being pregnant... And how I am so so so done with all of this! Little Willow will have to complete the set, cause I am done! No more preggy witchypoo! Oh, I know that eventually my hormones and my biological clock are going to say "Remember that baby smell, and those itty bitty toes... How about just one more..." But I am saying NO now, while I am in my right mind! Three is a wonderful number... In fact, school house rocks says its the magic number... So that is it! I am tired of being pregnant! I am tired of aches and pains and being sore and uncomfortable! I am just plain tired... Do you realize, dear reader, that I have been sustaining another human being's life with my body (in one way or another) since October 2003? By the time this baby is done nursing that will be almost five YEARS!!! Five years since my body was my own! That is a long fucking time! I am so done! I love being a mommy... I love my children... I just want to be me for a little while every now and then! I'd like to be able to have one measly little drink without feeling guilty... I miss alcohol... Ok... End Rant! I am going to go and watch tivo'd American Idol... G'night! Things you can only learn from movies and television... If I see one more little winky... |
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book of shadows
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