Lately I've been zogging off into outer space - if you've ever been pregnant for 14 months, you're probably familiar with my headspace. I seem to exist somewhere between Pluto, Mars + bitchy - which I'm sure has much to do with feeling all kinds of hot, fat + shitty. Baby boy Lilien's arrival is right around the corner - and playing this waiting game is like undergoing chinese water torture. I'm sure many of you can certainly relate - and perhaps better suited to patiently wait... but me? Well, I just want to have this baby, pop some champagne + celebrate!!!