Fucking hell, pregnant?

Taurus (April 20-May 20)

Rachael Yanetta, a young English woman, got a bellyache while working her regular job at the local pub. Despite the pain, she toughed it out until her shift was over, then went home. Her distress increased, though, and at 3 a.m. she checked into the hospital. A little over an hour later, to her shock, she gave birth to her first child, having been unaware she was pregnant until the very end of her nine-month term. I predict a comparable sequence for you in the coming days, Taurus. You'll power through some perplexing anomaly that leads to the unexpected arrival of a new creation or vital revelation.

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I'm chafing at so many bits it's a wonder I have any teeth left.

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Sometimes I wonder if I'm making a good faith effort, or a good enough faith effort? Because so much of the time, it takes so much work to hit the escape velocity of my head, effort that other people seem to be able to bring into the world and do stuff with, that I feel like I'm always behind, never going to catch up, never going to even come close to being the change/trouble I want to see in the world. And then, at night, the ice weasels... I mean, the worry that I get too much credit when I'm actually doing very little, comes.