Monica Bielanko
A chronicle since 2005 of my marriage & move to Brooklyn in my twenties; becoming a mother in my thirties; moving to Pennsylvania and learning to amicably coparent after divorce in my forties while living 3 doors down from my ex-husband in a small country town.
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Monday
Nov292010

H-E-L-P

I'm struggling. Physically, literally, figuratively, all of it. I can't imagine two more months of feeling like this. Like shit.
Yeah sure. It sounds all drama queen to you but I’ve really hit a wall over here. And I thought the second trimester was supposed to be the best part of being pregnant. Which yes, I guess it is but that’s like saying Charles Manson was the best serial killer out of Ted Bundy and John Wayne Gacy because he killed less people. They’re all bad! Bad, bad, bad! Trimesters, serial killers the whole lot of them suck.
It's what I'm babbling about today. You may or may not be rewarded with a picture of my seven-months-along naked stomach for your trouble. And I just now noticed in the comments over there that I've apparently offended a Charles Manson fan. That's a first.