I got my rag today! It's, oh, twelve days late...the night before I was supposed to get it, I had a dream that I had a big solid buddha belly and I was rubbing it contentedly, in private, but unashamed.
I considered, for a period of time, if I should keep this potential baby. Finally, I decided that I truly would get an abortion if in fact I was pregnant. I made a doctor appointment to get tested. If pregnant, I was going to research abortion options. If not, I was going to get back on birth control.
Last night I had a dream that I had a grotesquely overfull stomach, vibrating and loose and wiggly and dysfunctional. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, god, I've so overextended my intake that I can't even function/walk. The lower part was protruding fatty flesh, and I played with it and took my pants off and rubbed my sick belly and masturbated.