What if, when I gained more weight this year on account of PCOS and perimenopause, it's actually because I'm supposed to feel kind of more in love with the idea of being in a state of pregnancy, but not for the purpose of producing a child, but just as a part of the experience of loving living in a female body in this lifetime on Earth? And the idea of being pregnant with possibilities in this body can happen in a way that could be connected with multiple things? And can have multiple meanings? And to not having to fit myself into a certain shape or box or mold to satisfy a more rigid way of thinking?
This is kinda scary.
I'll just contemplate this notion for a little while.
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