This was common knowledge. I shared it with pretty much everyone that inquired about my sperminated state.
All the food rules. No booze. Giving up my body to a being that I have never met.
Flashforward to six months into the being's current life and....funny....I miss being pregnant?
No. That can't be it.
I know in my rational mind and from my own memories and opinions - I did NOT like being pregnant.
Maybe its not that I miss being pregnant. Maybe its an appreciation of the process that created this cool little flirty dude that lives with us now. Maybe its a hokey notion and acknowledgment of the completely unequaled experience of his birth.
Whatever it is....I've got the fever.
Pregnancy fever.
And I don't think Tylenol helps.
sometimes you see him walk up in the club, he's a flirt
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