STYLE
Quiet
Loud
Muted
Whisper
Scream


RECENT ENTRIES
Can You Feel A Little Love?
Just Like Every Day
Holes In The Head
He Said She Said
Your My Best Friend


ARCHIVES
February 2005
January 2005
December 2004
November 2004
October 2004
September 2004
August 2004
July 2004
June 2004
May 2004
April 2004
March 2004
February 2004
January 2004
December 2003
November 2003
October 2003
September 2003
August 2003
July 2003
June 2003
May 2003
April 2003
March 2003
February 2003
January 2003
December 2002
November 2002
October 2002
September 2002
August 2002
July 2002
June 2002
May 2002
April 2002
March 2002
February 2002
January 2002
December 2001
November 2001
October 2001
September 2001
August 2001
July 2001
June 2001
May 2001
April 2001
March 2001
February 2001
January 2001
December 2000


OTHER VOICES


MISCELLANEOUS
Webcam

Bastard Womanhood

I love my life.

I love eating and breathing and sleeping on my belly. I love hugging people and wearing my clothes. I love laying on my back with my knees up and being able to type on my laptop which is propped all funky on my stomach.

I love the absence of needles and tubes and bandages. I love privacy. I love driving Ferris and not being a prisoner. I love being with my family and not having to say goodbye at the end of the day.

I love being the momma.

Cross your fingers that this persistent sonofawhore bladder infection I have been diagnosed with and the dull ache but occasional shooting pain where I assume my right ovary should be isn't connected in any way. Especially not physically.

Posted by gwendolyn on May 07, 2003 at 05:48 PM