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At some point, the bookshelf in the rec room had started slipping pregnancy and child rearing books in with my normal selection of mystery novels and record albums. I guess the thing was trying to tell me something, despite the fact that I knew quite firmly that I wasn't pregnant -- Not for lack of trying, of course, but you can only expect so much in a month and a half, right? George really wanted kids, but these things take time. Considering that I'd hoped to be pregnant soon, one day I indulged the whims of the shelf and settled down on one of the sofas with The Pregnancy Bible.
It wasn't that I was completely ignorant of the downsides of having babies, I'd just never gotten the chance to really consider it before I died. Anything about the precious miracle of creating new life flew right past me; all I could focus on was the bad stuff. Nausea, muscle aches, swollen feet, varicose veins, stretch marks- and OH, don't even get me started on the actual birth process.
"Oh my God, why is adoption not an option," I moaned, book clutched in both hands. George was SO going to owe me big time for the rest of his freaking life for this.
It wasn't that I was completely ignorant of the downsides of having babies, I'd just never gotten the chance to really consider it before I died. Anything about the precious miracle of creating new life flew right past me; all I could focus on was the bad stuff. Nausea, muscle aches, swollen feet, varicose veins, stretch marks- and OH, don't even get me started on the actual birth process.
"Oh my God, why is adoption not an option," I moaned, book clutched in both hands. George was SO going to owe me big time for the rest of his freaking life for this.