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soooo uncomfy 😖
#i’m 33 weeks#for the last week i’ve had such bad fluid accumulation in my stomach and it hurts so bad#i can’t sleep on my back#yet that’s the only comfy position that doesn’t hurt#so i sleep 1-2 hrs then wake up in pain again#and cry#and repeat#mentioned it to the obyn on monday and he was like ‘yeah can’t do much about that it’ll go away once baby is here’#but like#I’m hardly sleeping#I cry everyday#and i know the lack of sleep isn’t helping my sugar levels as I have gestational diabetes#and my husband wants to go furniture shopping today as we are moving next week…….. hahahahaahahaha#get the baby out now please i wish 😭😭😭#and she’s already over 5lbs#doesn’t help her father is like 6 foot 3 and not tiny#and my hands are constantly numb#and your typical feet swelling blah blah#SOOOO UNCOMFY#yet as long as my bp is ok sorry gotta suffer for at least 5 more weeks minimum#personal
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thinking about the first kiss with your fave…
the air is heavy—oppressive, even—with tension. you’re facing one another, curled up uncomfortably on a too-small couch, a movie on the tv that you stopped paying attention to as soon as it started.
you’re talking about something meaningless, yet you can’t stop the laughter that bubbles past your lips and warms his flesh. but when the chatter stops, you gaze at one another. there’s a thrill that skitters down your spine; you can’t describe how happy simply being with him makes you feel. but you want more. am i being greedy? you wonder. perhaps you are.
but he’s greedy, too.
the moment is suspended in time: he’s so close you can see every faint freckle dotting his face, see the sweeping fan of his eyelashes, see the laughter lines that crease near his mouth. and now, you’re looking at his lips; you lick yours in anticipation. your gaze flits back up to his, and he takes a breath before whispering, “can i—”
you nod before he can even get the words out, and you worry for a moment that you come across as overly eager—until he smiles something beautiful. he presses his thumb and forefinger to your chin, your lips finally brushing against his for the first time.
it’s soft and gentle—maybe the slightest bit hesitant (you’re both thrumming with excitement). it’s a prelude; not nearly enough to whet your appetite. but it’s a promise of something more. something great, you’re sure.
#idk what this is i’m sorry :-(( sick with yearning today i fear#i went crazy with the em dashes but that’s what you get when you hardly sleep and try to write something in 10 minutes#༄ kae writes
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Ribbons and Stars
He shined for her and she tied him together
For when she was down and he was falling apart
He loves the stars because it reminds him of her
And she loves the ribbon because he gave it to her
“Return my ribbon” she chided, chasing him
“You have my stars, therefore I shall have your bow” he replied, running
For their love burns as fiery as her bow and as bright as his stars
—gluedonpapers
#blurb#f/o imagines#poems#poetry#journal#journaling#arts and crafts#sketch#drawing#love poem#love poetry#i’m sleep deprived#quite cheesy honestly#yeah idk#prompt#i can hardly write a full story nor draw perfectly but this is the best that i could paint from my imaginations :)#it’s an idea#her dress when she’s chasing him has a star design though it can’t really be seen through the quality of the picture#writing prompt#graphic art#graphic poetry
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Is it two weeks from now yet
#that’s when my hours lower at my second job and I’m no longer working 58 hrs a week :-)#and is it Tuesday yet????#「✨」 ━━ ooc.#im so tired#this is… hell#i wanna plot and have fun#and write#I hardly have enough time to sleep wen it’s like wed thurs fri sat#so.. YEAH I NEED TO TIME TRAVEL ASAP
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realistically, i think older!tom is the type of man to smoke immediately post-sex and then just conk out. like there’s no round two. there’s very minimal romantic pillow talk. he fucks, he gets high, and then he goes to sleep.
of course, you’re included in this! transplanting you into his routines (even the strangest among them) is his love language. so he’s passing you the joint and letting you take puffs of it, he’s chatting shit with you about whatever his odd little himbo brain (said with love) thinks of, and he’s cuddling up to you as he drifts off to sleep.
#bro i literally wrote this as i was actively falling asleep#if you see a typo that is genuinely not my problem#i’m doing the best i can#this is the first time i’ll be sleeping in like three days (not an exaggeration)#and i hardly ever post blurbs or headcanons or any writing anymore#so let’s just be supportive and be proud of me okay??#older!tom grant#older!tom grant x reader#older au#tom grant#tom grant x reader#tom grant smut#make up (2019)
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eight hours | the stanley parable fic
[ 2527 words • fluff, could be seen as ship or platonic • oneshot; may be continued ]
stanley’s tired. he just wants to get a good night’s sleep. the narrator eventually obliges, even if he doesn’t fully understand stanley’s desire to lay unconscious for eight hours.
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“stanley, what in the world are you doing?”
usually, the narrator could wait patiently for stanley to leave his office before beginning their new run. he would use this short period as a sort of mental refresher, preparing himself for the adventure ahead and taking a moment of quiet to himself. stanley always left eventually, often in moments, but something was holding them up. he had seemingly crawled under his desk with his back to the corner in a curled up position that could only be so comfortable.
“are you feeling unwell? you’ve been laying there for nearly half an hour now.” the narrator recognized the similarities between stanley’s display and general human tendencies regarding sleep, although he had not seen him asleep very often at all. he knew for a fact that stanley didn’t even require sleep.
stanley only shifted slightly, adjusting the arm folded under his head. he made no effort to explain himself, or address the narrator at all, for that matter.
“well, as long as you’ve not contracted some sort of deadly virus or something, i suppose i can’t stop you from sleeping my precious time away.”
stanley’s face crinkled up just slightly, just for a second. the narrator felt a small zip of amusement through him. “yes, i suppose i should leave you to it. not like we have anything better to be doing right now… like exploring the surprise i made for you.”
stanley did not perk up as the narrator had expected. that was strange; he was certain telling people that there’s a surprise to look forward to was supposed to be a sure way of getting their attention.
“i said,” the narrator cleared his throat for emphasis. “you’ll miss your special surprise.”
stanley burrowed his head deeper in his arms, as if that could block out the disembodied voice.
the narrator sighed in exasperation. “come on, stanley, work with me here. is the mystery not enticing enough for you? what about i drop hints, or we play a game of hot and cold?”
stanley did not move. at this point, the narrator knew very well that stanley would not be able to ignore him enough to fall asleep, and he deduced that his protagonist was simply ‘playing dead’ in the hopes that the narrator would get bored and flit off as if he had better things to be doing.
the narrator almost chuckled at the notion. he would not break that easily.
“look, stanley - i will be straight with you. i’m not going to stop pestering you until you leave that office. i really do have a surprise for you, something new - i really think you’ll love it! but you’re going to have to move in order to actually enjoy it.” a small prick of anxiety made itself known within the narrator. even when stanley didn’t cooperate, he would always move eventually. there had never been a time that the narrator was unable to motivate stanley to move eventually, either by persuasion, reverse psychology, or brute force annoyance.
yes, he was sure of it. stanley had never stopped moving for more than an hour or so, and even on this rare occasion, it was with some purpose or goal in mind. something in the narrator’s subconscious urged him to reassure this thought thoroughly.
stanley sighed, sluggishly rolling his head so that an eye emerged from his pillow of arms. he blinked slowly at nothing.
“erm… please?” it felt awfully silly to say, and the narrator decided right then that he didn’t particularly enjoy it.
however, it seemed to convince stanley. he sighed, crawled out from under his desk and stretched out, using his chair for balance.
“yes! i promise you will not-“
[i want to sleep.] stanley signed. he had an air of determination about him. though, the narrator wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen him without that hard-headed aura.
“sleep? why on earth would you desire to exercise the most boring of human functions?”
stanley paused for a moment to consider whether or not this even counted as ‘earth’ before deciding that topic was a can of worms he wasn’t ready to open. he also decided that pointing out that sleep could actually be fun and fascinating among a dozen other pleasant side effects probably wouldn’t be useful, considering who he was talking to.
so instead, he signed [i’m tired.]
the narrator scoffed. “no, you’re not. that’s physically impossible; i didn’t even code natural fatigue into you to begin with.”
stanley grimaced. he wasn’t sure how to respond to that, especially not with the newfound bitter taste in his mouth.
“if you’re just bored of the content so far, then i just offered you a solution. the surprise, remember?”
stanley ground his teeth slowly, weighing his options. the narrator was not understanding him. this was a kind of bone deep, all-consuming exhaustion that had been due for a long, long time. his body didn’t have to ache for his mind to feel like a wet paper bag stuck to a parking lot. he was simply at his limit.
but, he also didn’t have a lot of options.
[if i come with you, will you let me sleep afterwards?] stanley was unsure of how to explain himself. despite the justification for anger in his situation, he felt nervous more than anything. he was desperate - he’d take what he could get.
“sure, you can take a nap after you see the surprise.”
stanley pinched the bridge of his nose. [no. i mean a deep sleep.]
there was a very loud, very brief moment of silence. “…for how long?”
stanley almost laughed. if he hadn’t already been dealing with this crap for so long, he might not have believed that he was bargaining the number of hours he got to sleep with some ignorant prick in the ceiling.
[a night’s sleep. like eight hours.]
the narrator whistled, and stanley swore he heard the gentle shift of a rolling chair on the floor. “eight hours? that’s quite a lot, stanley. i’m not sure if i can swing that.”
stanley made no effort to hide the obvious irritation on his face. [yes you can. you’ve swung harder for much less.]
“well, what am i supposed to do for eight hours? i don’t exactly have a surplus of protagonists laying around at my disposable. i assure you, if i did, i would have given up on you ages ago.”
[thanks.] stanley rolled his eyes.
“gratitude is not the appropriate response here, stanley. that was a dig at your insufferable nature and reckless attitude.”
stanley might have signed something in response if his hands weren’t busy holding his head. he drug them down his face, groaning in frustration. [please, let’s just get this over with.]
“wonderful!” the narrator clapped. “right this way, stanley.” a familiar yellow arrow appeared on the floor before stanley, snaking through a newly opened door. the smile in his voice was back. stanley wished he had something to smile about too.
“you won’t regret this. i made this just for you, you know.” the narrator continued to hype up the surprise stanley tried not to get his hopes up about. knowing the narrator, it was probably something underwhelming and useless, like another mostly infinite hole or a new closet.
stanley followed the adventure line in no hurry. he allowed himself to fantasize about something beautiful and gratifying. the narrator occasionally rattled on about all the effort that went into this spectacular mystery gift, and how brilliant it was, and how ecstatic stanley would be upon seeing it.
stanley imagined a stretching, open field surrounded by a horizon of trees and distant green hills. wind tickled his ears and sunshine kissed his face as he walked in the direction of his choice. no limits, no rules, no voice.
the sluggish pace he progressed at did not escape the narrator’s notice. it either meant he was simply savoring every delicious moment of suspense or he wasn’t excited about his surprise, and something inclined the narrator to believe it was the latter.
yes, upon closer inspection, stanley didn’t look happy at all. it then struck the narrator quite suddenly that stanley’s claims of tiredness from earlier were starkly evident on his features. he really did look exhausted.
the narrator contemplated his surprise. perhaps the new closet he had cooked up would not please stanley as he had previously hoped. he knew stanley loved closets - there was no doubt about it, but he just didn’t seem to be in a closet exploring kind of mood.
well, they were only paces from their destination now. the narrator had to act fast.
“erm, hold on, stanley.”
before stanley rose a brick wall, haphazardly slapped in last second. stanley took a step back, scratching his head.
“let’s see… hold on, i just have to make a few minor adjustments. i realized my design wasn’t quite perfect and i really should present you with only the best.” the narrator hummed absentmindedly as he hastily constructed a new room in the closet’s place, digging through assets and arranging everything just so.
stanley yawned slowly, unaffected.
“right… there we go! sorry about that, right this way.” the narrator lowered the brick wall once more, and stanley followed the adventure line down to the end of a forgettable hallway. the door at the end was a deep green. stanley had to admit, the new splash of color was easy on the eyes.
“well, what are you waiting for? go on,” the narrator urged stanley inside, anxious to see his reaction. stanley sighed, mentally preparing himself for disappointment. he twisted the knob and stepped inside.
“oh, isn’t it just beautiful?” the narrator said dreamily.
stanley had to pick his jaw off the floor. it… really was beautiful. he found himself in an expansive greenhouse surrounded by big leafy plants and frosted glass panes on every side. the floor was laid with swirling patterns in red brick and white stones.
what caught stanley’s eye the most, however, was the enormous bed in the center of the greenhouse. a circular sheer curtain shrouded the bed in a hazy green. stanley was moving towards it before he could think.
“look, i’ve thought about what you said, and i think perhaps… i haven’t been the most accommodating. let me make it up to you.” the sheer curtain rolled back before stanley’s eyes, and he realized the comforter was fashioned to look like a lush moss carpet. he reached out and pet the fluffy surface, unable to believe what he was seeing. it felt marvelous.
“you can have eight hours in here. oh, and i almost forgot-“ stanley only realized it had been silent when suddenly the sound of rain on the roof swelled around him. he looked at the foggy windows to see the color of the sky had darkened to a pleasant dusty purple.
“there we go! perfect sleeping conditions. now, wasn’t that surprise worth it?” the narrator waited for stanley to move. he just stayed there frozen, his hand in the shaggy fluff of the comforter.
“…stanley?” this was unusual. something about the situation inspired a prick of anxiety within the narrator.
but sure enough, stanley’s taut shoulders softened, his hand retracting from the blanket. he looked around the greenhouse slowly, letting his eyes snag on every little detail among the abundant plant life.
had the narrator really created all of this just for him? just for this occasion? stanley gulped, inhaling deeply. the air felt richer and damper. his eyes stung.
he didn’t bother signing. he unbuckled his belt, pushing off his slacks, and unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull it over his head and throw it unceremoniously to the floor. then he dove under the covers, eagerly wrapping himself up in the heavenly softness of the comforter.
the narrator sputtered quietly at the sudden display, clearing his throat. he supposed that was a yes. “well, i suppose i should leave you to it, now.” he said rather awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed.
stanley’s eyes washed over the ceiling, watching the rain patter and roll on the glass above him. he finally worked up the determination to pull his arms out from under the covers once more in order to sign. [what are you going to do?] he asked out of curiosity more than anything.
the narrator hadn’t expected stanley to say anything after all. to be perfectly honest, he didn’t have a clue. and in the vein of honestly, he didn’t particularly want to leave. he had just put this place together; it would only make sense to stay and admire it. just a bit longer.
[are you there?] stanley signed after a moment. the narrator realized he had not responded. “ah, yes, of course. uhm… i was actually just contemplating that. i think i rather like this place, and i’m not particularly anxious to leave yet - if that’s quite alright with you.”
a small smile grew on stanley’s face. the narrator studied it closely. [it’s very nice. thank you.] as if to prove his point, stanley gathered up the bunched up comforter in his arms and snuggled beneath it. the narrator studied this closely as well. stanley looked so… content. he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about that.
“you’re very welcome, stanley.” he smiled despite himself. maybe stanley would finally understand that the narrator had his best interest in mind after this. yes, surely he would take a lesson from this.
somehow, watching stanley burrow into the cozy cocoon of his blanket made the narrator feel inclined to keep those sentiments to himself for now.
several moments passed by, and stanley’s eyes had closed, the rise and fall of his chest slowing. the narrator had to admit, the sound of the rain was quite relaxing. he knew if stanley wasn’t asleep by now it was only a matter of time, and then it would be eight hours of nothing.
perhaps the narrator would leave at some point to work on new areas or flesh out his story. but until then, he found that he wasn’t bored. quite the opposite, really. watching stanley sleep was fascinating. seeing him at peace was a rare thing.
maybe the narrator had been too harsh on him. what good is a protagonist who’s sick of his own story? the narrator toyed with the idea of allowing stanley to visit this place regularly. it could be good for morale, and give the narrator ample time to perfect his new ideas. yes, he would certainly consider it.
until then, stanley was fast asleep, and the narrator suddenly had no one to talk to. he’d never understood the appeal of sleep, as it just eats up valuable time, but seeing stanley in this state inspired curiosity in the narrator. it looked cozy. he found himself wondering what that might feel like.
these thoughts would zip through the narrator’s mind as he flitted around his maps, making improvements to his plots here and there. eight hours would pass slowly and quietly, and the narrator found that his pondering kept the inherit bore of it all at bay.
#my fics#the stanley parable#tsp#stanley tsp#the narrator tsp#stannarrator#tsp fic#uhhh i don’t share fics often and i’m nervous lol. hi. i don’t have a beta reader i just try to spellcheck and perfect all my own stuff#which is why i hardly ever finish fics rip shsjdndnn#i know this one doesn’t have a super satisfying ending. i meant to like. make more. but i know if i wait to post it it’ll never happen#so here! enjoy whatever this is lol#oh and i know stanley technically has apartments with beds in the game but.#this is actually inspired by my mom’s greenhouse which is enormous and has a full size bed in it!#and it’s actually the deepest most peaceful sleep of your life believe me. it’s so rad. so i wanted stanley to have that#he deserves it <3
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hi guys i am tired
#rambling#i don’t know why i posted this but i AM so at least it’s the truth#side note i only follow like 36 people and about 8 of them are mutuals?#i’m realizing that i don’t really interact much#like i hardly reblog and the only things i like is stuff i want to revisit later#like a bookmark or sm#i need to. sleep#and also make that damn turtle comic#motivation is ass right now i’m so sorry guys
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syl for ox rights!
#dragon’s dogma 2#dd2#my posts have been so unserious nebdheskjdiwdje#i just wanted to take a cute sleeping ox pic when He was there#literally used it as a slide#i want to max thorne’s affinity. but for now they look to be hardly tolerating each other and i’m guiltily enjoying that
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I’m terrified of being firedddddd my double ear infection isn’t getting better it’s been a week now and it’s only gotten worse hhhhh
#I pay 200 out of pocket for an ent to give me more medication I have to pay for out of pocket that doesn’t even work#only to go back and pay another 200 to be given more medication to pay for out of pocket that doesn’t even work#I’m being scammed and robbed and I’m out of money#and still in extreme pain#this is actually the worst pain I’ve ever had in my entire life#ruptured cysts and childbirth were easier#id take both at the same time over this pain#I’m just so miserable I can’t eat I can hardly sleep and if I get fired it’s just over#America am I right#mags.txt
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no lie i kind of just want to give up on everything rn
#my car was fucking stolen which is just the most recent in a long line of bullshit happenings#and my insurance isn’t gonna help with anything and i’m just so fucking tired#three close family members died after break. started having ptsd attacks. can’t afford my meds which means i don’t sleep hardly at all#i don’t know how to do this any more#delete later
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LEA
LOU
#hiiiii i want to sleep#i was like Fighting to stay awake during chem today it didn’t go well#but also now that i’m finally home i hardly want to sleep anymore#it sucks#asks#loml
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Me: Taking off my ship goggles, while the polycule jokes are funny the intention with the Getter Team was less romance and more so a strong friendship that turns into brotherhood. It’s still about how relationships are important, but less of the angle of love and more of having comrades will make facing conflicts easier, even if you may be ripped away from your friends-
Also me: There is absolutely zero platonic explanation without shipping goggles on to explain why the FUCK Ryoma said “oh so you want me to bite you?” in such a playful tone with a grin on his face to Hayato simply calling him a watchdog, that’s straight up flirting.
#meg text#getter robo#I’ve been thinking about “how unintentionally fruity” getter is again#I’m someone who’s okay with ships not being canon especially when it comes to the gays#since I sadly expect it and while there’s some expectations it’s a norm for a very older series#(now if they did another getter reboot and made it actually gay *grins* but that’s a pipe dream)#tbh the reason they’ve probably never done teammate romance next to their hardly being girls is to not ruin the friendship aspect#which is respectable even if MAKE THEM POLY YOU FUCKING COWARDS#(I say as man I need to draw more RyoBen art too)#but also I will never not laugh that they expect us to think it’s believable for hayato and ryoma to get wives#even if they have a purpose to exist for THOSE TWO ALSO USE TO SLEEP IN THE SAME BEDS TOGETHER#they literally have the aura of two repressed gays who are crazy for each other but are clueless to it#oh and not to get angsty but new getter is incredibly more tragic to me viewing it under the lens that hayato liked ryoma ; ‘)
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I don’t know if I ate something specific to cause mild pain or if it’s just gonna be Like This when I eat pretty much anything. Not enough for me to call it an episode, but enough to complain and go ough augh. sorgery. and also get suddenly very sleepy.
#can you believe the GALL of this guy? ha. haha. ow.#I haven’t been sleeping well anyway and a midday nap hardly helps#I think I need to start taking my lexapro in the morning again#but I’m going to wait until after my surgery bc I’ll have some days off so I won’t risk adjusting poorly and then needing to work
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Actually before I go like. I’d seen the video of IVs scream in Rain and I just previously thought “oh how nice that adds a lot” but today in the car I thought. Wait? Is there? So I turned the volume up to 40 (I usually have it between 23-29 on the highway) and uh. 😳 That was the very first time I noticed Vessel’s scream in Rain.
I should perhaps listen more closely if headphones???
#I am Not entertaining thoughts of losing my hearing rn#bc I would be SALTY AF as I wear earplugs to all concerts#and work is the loudest bc oven and proofer and microwave beeps all the time#and the oven fans#and the Music and the customers and the coolers have fans and the freezer too and just. it’s so LOUD 😭#and they say ‘no hearing protection needed’#AND THE FUCKING BREAD SLICER TOO#rattle rattle motherFUCKER#though. I have been VERY scared of it (I did also work in fast food which is also LOUD) when I couldn’t hear an instructor hardly at all#from the middle of the room#I spent the two courses I took with him (he’s lovely) sitting right in front of him so I could hear I was. extremely distraught.#but anyway. since then I’m more likely to sit near the front of a classroom#Rain (sleep token)#shatters’ fragments#and also bc I’m super sensitive to sound#(that I hear)#I can’t discern very well on radio like at all like actual ass maritime radios#but like. when I listen in earbuds or headphones I’m almost always on the lowest volume#and sometimes it seems too loud 😔
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I’m so exhausted from pet sitting and I’ve only been alone with the animals since Thursday afternoon 😔
#I need my parents to return from vacation asap#I’m up to my elbows in piss and shit from this puppy#who also hardly lets me sleep with all her barking#they should have had her boarded#the it wouldn’t be so bad taking care of the other animals
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Pregnancy/labor tmi
(I don’t know how to do read-more on mobile)
I’ve been in pre-labor with menstruation-like cramps for FIVE DAYS, and I’ve been doing all the shit to move stuff along—walking, curb walking, the stances and the stretches, spicy food, pineapple, light red raspberry leaf tea, etc etc etc etc ETC
So I finally start having real, regular contractions—great! Go to bed to get some rest before labor, get LAUNCHED out of sleep with more intense contractions closer together at 3 in the damn morning, call in and get the go to come to the hospital…….and no change in dilation from LAST THURSDAY. ALMOST A WEEK AGO. AFTER ALL THAT.
So anyway they sent me home with the fun reassurance that “it could be two hours, it could be days. Rest up, mama!”
Days?!? DAYS?!? With these contractions? GodDAMN!!
#personal#pregnancy#labor#i just need to vent#the pregnancy has been going smoothly so i guess this was overdue#they did say that it’s good i’m at least moving along in some ways#some first time moms don’t dilate hardly at all and i’m at least on the path#so that’s good i guess???#but i gotta rest and eat and whatnot but i can’t sleep well and my stomach is rejecting food#fuck me man
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