people keep asking me if i like being pregnant. its a weird question, basically asking if i fundamentally accept the changes happening to my body and mind. why wouldn't i? even though i miss my old, lithe, body and its ability to perform (rock climbing, biking, getting into whatever position seemed right, etc) i'm not going to actively resist the truth of this present physical form. its also cool to have a little rumbly buddy rolling around down there, keeping me company. The mood swings are formidable at times. not that different from my usual highs and lows but perhaps more noticeable. As well this weird, nostalgic permeating sadness washes over me at least a couple of times a week. i imagine some part of me is nostalgically missing this part of my life, my last weeks as a free-form, autonomous being in the world. many many changes to come.
Proust's Parlor Game
7 years ago