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Stories from the front lines of an unplanned pregnancy.
About Me
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- In short, I refuse to be relegated to wandering local Wal-Mart in house slippers, with dirty faced baby on hip, looking utterly tragic and buying store brand white bread simply because I happened to get knocked up at a devastatingly early age. Instead, I will soldier bravely on into the terrifying, unknown depths of proper adult life armed with nothing but my razor sharp wit, inexplicably adoring husband, and a snack.
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