I had a great time in the park for an internet meetup, but I kind of wish I hadn't listened to the episode of Nancy with the song from Manifest Pussy or having biological clock feelings, because so many pregnant women were there to get glamour shots.

Apparently, that's a thing now. As is my brain deciding "Hey, you know how we can't make a little person in us? Maybe we should do that thing we can't do."

Plus, I hate that this new flavor of dysphoria makes me feel like I'll just be a decorative woman at best, in terms of how society assigns women roles around mothering. It's gross, it's imprinted on me.