I noticed one of the annoying ads at the top of the page advertising "My Pregnancy Journal". Why would any woman want to keep an account of long, terrible mornings throwing up the contents of their stomachs and more? And how many shoe sizes they went up because of the swelling, and how long it was before they had to hire someone to put on their socks for them. And how many times the fetus was dissatisfied with the mother's food consumption for the day and so proceeded to kick her bladder until it would no longer hold urine. I know I got a little sick of my mom cramming slim jims down her throat. I HATE spicy food. I think I would like to forget the feeling of squeezing a watermelon sized object out of my v****a and the embarassment of groveling for an epideral. You only worry about it severing your spinal cord until your derriere becomes nonexistent because it has torn from labia to a**s. LOL God, I hate being a female. dramallama
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