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My Successful Journey Through Infertility and Life as a New Mom. Somehow, the dates in.
Chronicles of the Conceptionally Challenged. We made to ONE year. Baby P was 11 months old yesterday! 1 Cruising furniture and walking with her walker push toy like a champ.
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African loud and proud! Iv been gone again for a while AGAIN, sorry readers, time is tight, if anyone wants to be recruited as a typist to type out as I speak, holla at me.
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Nu inteleg cum putem ajunge sa spunem ca ne asteptam ca o persoana sa moara, ca era timpul de acum, doar nu traim o vesnicie, nu suntem nemuritori. Spunem asta cu atata liniste sufleteasca, suntem impacati cu noi, e atat de simplu.
O que te prende, te impede. Vá em frente, somente. Ou pelo menos, tente. É a vida real, diminua suas expectativas. A gente pode ser muito e acaba sendo tão pouco. Não adianta, não sei explicar. As palavras traem o que a gente sente. Mesmo no riso, talvez o coração sinta dor.