To the enormous sound of delicious music, I float, for I am empress.
Wonderous is pregnancy, there is a dose of hormones which slips trough your vains like drugs.
Take you back to the time of mammoths and caves. I am just as content as my ancestors, thousands and thousands of years ago, when she had gotten her own spot in the cave, made a fire, cooked her mammoth stew, and awaited the hunters to return home, her own hairy hunter man among them
Its genetics.
The hormones make you the queen, the fifties ideal hair sprayed made up house wife, and the house is profused with mouth watering scents of slow cooked food and cakes being baked.
You know me, I love to be out, and I love to be among people, you who know me from before. But this pregnant creature, with the baby dancing happily inside to funkin nasa, whilst I cut raw meat, and troow it to sizzle, quite satisfied, is an entirely different creature.
The home becomes this huge domain, a world, with lots of scope for improvement and house decoration projects. The house from being too small for peace of mind, grows into a whole empire. Flowers blossom in the flower pots, vegetables grow on the balcony, walls change colour, things get folded, washed and smell nice. Paintings get romantic. Oh god. And you know what, despite the fact the 20 year old me would have run for her life, I am so content, love being me. Wahahah.
The empress mama
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