...being pregnant. Something about having that massive, solid belly upon which I could rest things (plates, books, etc) was so comforting. I mean, up until the eighth month when all you want is to reach in and rip that rumbly-tumbly child out yourself.
...having long hair. It wasn't too long ago but I miss having it hang down my back. I miss whipping it around on the dance floor during heavy metal sets at a dive bar.
...that day. That age. That close-knit family that saw each other all the time and spent every summer and school holiday together. And that woman, especially.
...these wittle baby fwaces!
...Dominican house parties: too much food, music busting out your eardrums, half-drunk Heineken bottles everywhere and inappropriate dancing with grabby dudes (well, maybe not that last part).
*smooches...reminiscing on a rainy day*
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Sometimes I miss being pregnant...I loved the belly. But then I remember the insulin shots, the sickness, and the swollen feet and I don't miss it anymore. LOL!
I often miss my single life. The ability to get up and go whenever I wanted to, to rent a car and drive down to DC or AC or Boston. The times when I could go out and get drunk and not worry about coming home to an impressionable child. When I had more time to write and just enjoy the quiet moments.
i feel you on this except the pregnant part
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