I'm not talking about mine, people.  I might have been miserable occasionally, and a lesbian definitely, but I was never, not even once, lonely.  I guess that's what having a three-year-old who thinks the words "Mama needs privacy" mean "Mama wants you to close the door behind you when you follow her into the bathroom for the grillonth time today."  I would have paid money, real money, for a little hit of lonely.

And you all should pay money for this hilarious new book. 

My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy is Andrea Askowitz's chronicle of her 40 week descent into the depths of pregnancy hell.  At nearly 35 she wants a baby and she wants it bad.  So bad that she is willing to go it alone.  She's not really alone, of course.  She's got her friends, who drive her crazy with the insenstive questions they ask and the ugly maternity clothes they choose for her.  And she's got her family, who drive her even more crazy than her friends, especially her mother who wants to make a quilt for the baby depicting Persephone and her goddess mother, Demeter.  

Askowitz isn't afraid to write about sex and love affairs, about break-ups and heartache, about fears of motherhood and fears of being alone.  And the best part of all is that she is so damn funny.  

Go out and buy your favorite pregnant lesbian a copy of this book.  And while you're at at, get one for yourself.