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This is for my baby, that I haven't met yet. At first I was scared and didn't even want to believe it. The test said positive. I took 3 more to be “sure”.. But I still wasn't.
If I were a recipe, I would be made up of mostly self critism and doubt with a pinch of failure. Never adding up to anything more than a meal at McDonald's. Something fast and easy,
Her belly grows and grows, but nobody knows. Sweatshirts are too small, the inevitable becomes apparent. Waddles through hallways, up flights of stairs, back aches.
Eyes without vision: the reflection unbearable. Life must take an intermission. My undoing, irreparable. Conception - orgasms and smiles, he made a pastime of your flesh.