It has been so hard to focus on writing this piece. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’ve gone from an A to a D cup in 4 months and I no longer have ankles, or if this baby girl dinosaur-fish-insanely-sci fi-surreal-real-being in my belly keeps tap dancing on my bladder, or I can’t stop checking Facebook for God knows what even though it makes me depressed, or Mercury is doing something in some kind of Virgo eclipse retrograde, or the fact that I lost my dear…
