A bunch of sentences.

My tits hurt. I am going to have a baby in a month. The shower is next Saturday. In a few weeks a BUNCH of my favorite people are coming into town to eat eat eat with us for Thanksgiving. Easily my favorite holiday. Things feel big right now. (duh.) I feel physically big. (duh.) I'm in organization mode. Onesies onesies everywhere. I am a lucky bitch. I think chronic loneliness is about re-entry and growing up Mich. I like my date, a lot. We are moving out of constant process space back into fun space. I could use more sex. Like. LOTS. I'm going to have a baby in a month. A month. A month. My baby. Meet my baby. Holy shit. Then I get to learn how to be a mom. For the rest of my life.
Lots of work to do in a month. I'm on it.

I forgot two things.

Halloween night was three years no smoking.

It's less than a month to my birthday (the one here I was birthed, I mean). Does that mean it's my birthday month? It feels like it.