The fertile full moon last night kicked my ass.
This little boy inside me wanted
so desperately to get out.
However, since he apparently has no clue as to
which direction to go,
he just spent a whole lot of time
punching my belly button.
This morning the full moon madness
has retired and I am left exhausted,
and very grateful that pretty soon
this child will be on the outside.
How about you?
Did the full moon cause havok
in your life?