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I pray to the porcelain god once again. I wonder if I will be able to plan a day without needing to go there?
The stretching, the cramps, the flutters, the initial feeling of your body being alien, all those feelings ebb and flow as time goes by.
The feeling of wonderment doesn’t fade. As the weeks go by I hold my breath. Will this be the day I feel you move?
Having the honor of giving life to you, my little one. I must have rubbed Buddah’s Belly.
By: Natalie Janssen
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