Hi. Hard to start over. I feel a bit over-protective. I hope it's okay to be honest about my stuff without backlash. That was some cold, cold shit. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's okay. I'd rather forget it, too.)

So, my baby is due next weekend. Isn't that a trip? My midwives have everything at my place ready to go (including, thank goodness, the chants, crystals and goat's blood in case there's an emergency). I'm being sarcastic, of course. Why do I let myself get sucked into this bullshit?

I'm trying to picture what it will be like to be a mother. I honestly can't. I think it will be okay, but I feel like I'm stepping into a dark forest and I'll have to forge a path as I go. One thing is for sure, I am eager to be done with pregnancy. I am so heavy and painfully swollen and I feel like a walrus trying to get around on land. My midwife tells me to keep exercising. It's unfortunate that I had to kill her.