July 27

It's been just over three months since I've been listed-- that's the first trimester of listing, gone. Now the real fun begins, right? This is the part where I get (acceptably) fat and walk around with an energized glow about me, excited by the thought of my new arrival. Scratch that, this is the part where fantasy wilts under the shadow of real life. That 'glow' is really a sunburn from your Cipro induced photo-sensitivity, that fat behaviour is getting you nowhere because you can never replace the calories you're burning, and that new arrival is already causing you stress and sleepless nights because you don't know when it's coming or if you'll even know what to do with it when it does. Things like this make me write run-on sentences without a thread of guilt.