She knew so little about what it meant to be pregnant before all this; never did she think it could be this much of a burden. Already she’s stitched an elastic band around the waistline of her jeans, and the pissing, the dizzy spells, the gripping cramps, the sexual longing. She chases orgasms like a feral creature in the wild. For now she has reconciled herself to this feral something, and tonight she smiles,
