index | archives | notes Sunday, Dec. 21, 2008 8:40 a.m. << [ Under ] >> Sometimes before I take my birth control, I think about Just Pure. Itty bitty bundle of cells inside one of my favorite mothers. Growing. Warm. I end up sitting with the pill in my hand, a little smaller than the baby, now, on its thirteenth week. About three inches long. Just Pure looks like a real baby now, but with big eyes. Big eyes s/he'll probably never lose, since s/he and her/his brother have some gorgeous parents. And I look at my little blue pill. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org