If I found out today I was pregnant: I'd do a victory dance around my apartment, hope to hell it was another girl, and start pulling baby gear out of my attic. Easy as that. I want more children. I want 3 children total, but I'd probably be open to even more than that. I've always wanted a big family, and I simply cannot wait to make Lexi a big sister.
If I got someone pregnant: Clearly I've defied the rules of science. Even though I do wish I had a penis for one day, but that's a whole other post for a whole other time. I'm 30 years old. I'd man up and pay for that child, and support the girl I knocked up.
All I talk about is pregnancy from one angle or another. I've said enough.
Surprising no one
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So I was sitting at the dining room table, feverishly
always-sometimes-rarely-nevering, when Paul asked me if I wanted something
to drink. "Please," I said...
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I'd love to have a penis for a day. I'd pee outside and then do a celebratory happy dance.
Lordy, I'd shit and die if I were pregnant. Literally. Because a) TWINS and b) John's fixed. It'd be my luck that one little swimmer squeaked out of the tubes and knocked me up.
But of course, I'd have to get laid first. Ha.
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