Saturday, Mar. 06, 2004 - 6:42 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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A Baby is God's Opinion
third entry tonight.
Just thought I'd read SquirrelX's new entry... and darn good it is... we learn about cures for vomiting (sniff pickles or eat them, or rub the webbing between your thumb and index finger hard), what to do about bladder stones (take drugs and pee through a strainer) and various assorted medically necessary info.
But then at the end, her friend gives birth and she closes with the quote:
It is funny how I can be so perfectly fine and doing great and then one sentence can feel like a kick in the belly of my life. Yeah, so then what is infertility, eh.
Read my other entries tonight.
hugs to me, wenchie with no babies
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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