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I've been browsing pregnancy communities and checking out the belly pictures. There is a certain element of holy shit to this process, because a lot of these women look pretty huge by halfway through their pregnancy, and then keep getting bigger. And I realize that's what's in store for me. Very shortly now. And not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's hard to realize that my body will soon do those things.

I'm not taking any belly shots yet, because there ain't nothing to see. I haven't had a flat stomach since college (if then - I certainly didn't appreciate it then), but it is definitely rounded at the moment. The other thing is that I am basically refusing all photographs until I get my cast off. I just don't want it immortalized. I'll have big ol' scars (oooo - will I ever!), and I'm in no danger of forgetting any of it. But I want to put this fucking hellhole month of August behind me - September can't get here soon enough for me (less than 3 hours at this point, in this time zone).

So, Mary's mother called me last night - it was both difficult and wonderful, conversation-wise. She's a really fabulous person (we've met a handful of times) and we talked about everything under the sun. Including the accident. It was Good. We laughed and cried and laughed, and she'll be in town next month so we'll get to do a little more of that then.

It's all part of the healing process.