i've been feeling kinda overwhelmed and fed up - typical 8-month stuff. like the belly is all there is to me, nothing feels or looks like me anymore, and i'm lost in this body that exists solely to feed its parasite. hard to explain, harder to cope with. :p
then, as i'm walking out of the bathroom, i turn and catch a glimpse of my rear in the mirror. oh. THERE _I_ am. good, i'm still here. but the view? major downer.