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Tonight the grandparents watched B and Adam and I got to go to our arts salon sans Bennett.

I miss being an autonomous woman. I miss getting drunk on red wine. I miss being attractive. I miss wanting to have sex. I miss *being able to have sex*. I miss being creative.


Oh god, it was wonderful.

And then we came home to a baby who had not slept and was all smiles and giggles to see us and that was the greatest thing ever.