all of the worst symptoms of pregnancy have either abated or ceased and yet still i am having moments difficult moments getting used to this new body. i bought a black isaac mizrahi skirt (yes there is a large part of me that loves this skirt because isaac put his stamp of approval on it…) at a church basement rummage sale on the northside of minneapolis. long, broomstick wrinkles and black. i think i am going to be a witch for halloween. i still need a pointy hat and red feather and roses wings. and a wand. definitely a wand. a wand is better than a cigarette.
i remind myself that this too is my body. not only the me that is energetic and fun and quick. but also the body that is slow simple evolving.
bought a book called breeder. i was called a breeder the night i found out i was pregnant. that shocked me. motherhood, especially colored motherhood and working class motherhood and queer motherhood etc. the majority of motherhood is among the most taxing of labors and is unpaid. furthermore it is criminalized in the u.s. welfare system. after i was called a breeder i found out that the illustrious pro-choice movement supports population control in third world countries. and i am trying to figure out how i am going to do this mother hood thing. i have spent the past decade on-the-go, i like traveling and i am good at it. and i want to continue traveling. after the baby is born. and people look at me like….oh you think that now but after you have the baby you’ll see you’ll change your mind…i am not so sure.
t he book–breeder—is good.