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Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.
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Yeah, almost forgot about that...yikes, not the most fun.
been there, done that! Sometimes the only thing you can do is stick 'em in the sink to wash them off!
by the way, be vigilant... it is likely to happen again.
I was always amazed at how much poop and how much force it could exit from a little person. Good times!!!
*snicker*
;)
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