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It’s like Postpartum…

But without the ultimate prize. So many things have been wildly similar to when I had your sister. Your dad set up the TV last Saturday in our bedroom so while I laid and rested I could watch mindless shows (funny enough, I’m continuing Blackish from where I stopped with your sister). I was told to take it easy, I’ve also taken more tinctures with you than your sister. Maybe one day this thumb will turn green and I’ll have […]

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