November 2007
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It's about that time...
I find myself sitting here thinking about my last pregnancy. I was about this far along with H, and fear set in. I didn’t think I could handle another baby, I was too old, R and I weren’t getting along, I was angry, etc. There was one day it got so bad, I called my sister and said, “I can’t do this. I don’t want to be married, I don’t want this baby.” She cried with me, and ten minutes later, told...