Friday, June 10, 2005


Today, while reading a magazine in a waiting room somewhere in town, I had this odd feeling in my belly. I looked down and right where it felt funny, my clothes were moving, as if my belly was being tapped from the inside.

At eleven weeks and three days, it's waaaaaaaaaaaay to early to be the baby kicking the living shit out of me. It had to be gas, but this was the freakiest gas I've ever experienced. I didn't *poot*, in case anyone is wondering, not then, and not since, and even back in early pregnancy when all I did all day was drop my (toxic) guts, I never had gas that tried to escape by via my abdominal wall.

Well, that was a wholesome update, wasn't it?

My farts.

Good grief.

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