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i loved that part of being pregnant...we had 'own thing' going on...and i've said this before...you know where she is who she's with. i have one home w/bronchitis and his brother is partying enough for two at mardi gras he txts twice a day..i asked him to txt me 'when ur safe and warm & about to go to bed. and i've just gotten that txt so i'm going to bed too.
i've also said before...this is a great gig...welcome to the club. sleep dreams

Has she grabbed your lower intestine to help her turn over? That was always my favorite move...

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    • L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption. I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.
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