12 Weeks

I still miss mummy a lot. But now I'm a grown woman - 31! - and I've gotta do this alone, even though I'd rather be in a pregnancy tent surrounded by women and my mother of course who cooks delicious foods and makes me milky chai two times a day.

Some mama meetings may be starting soon. I replied to a craigslist ad and we're waiting to get enough women in the picture.

It's Friday night and my only plans are to eat pizza and watch movies. I read Breakfast at Tiffany's and now I want to rent the movie because Holly Golightly does not strike me as Audrey Hepburn at all. Does Hepburn look like a Hillbilly to you?

Olive's doing well, growing and stretching out my sides. My hipbones feel loser too, so I walk funny down the street.

I did watch Breakfast at Tiffany's and it was so retro - NY looked clean and crisp and so did all the whores. It's a city of whores, I told Aaron later, having read on the internet that the Big Apple referred to "Eve's Girls," a famous courtesan type of European in early New York.