As of late, when I see pregnant women walking down the street—you know the ones that look like they could give birth any day now—I get scared for them.  All the pain! All the agonizing pain! The other day I was at the salon and telling this woman about my new observation and she told me giving birth feels like your hips are breaking. Whaaaaa? Hips breaking? No thank you! Suuuure, you get a pint-size pile of cuteness that I’m sure makes it all seem worth it, but man, can we talk about the pain again? The idea of one day having a child growing inside me kinda blows my mind. Seriously. Like having this thing just growing and growing inside me.  It’s a bit alien-esque, if you ask me.  And it’s like so reliant on you.  It’s kinda selfless…yep, women are selflesss, especially when it comes to this. I know we don’t’ have much of a choice, but seriously, we’re selfless. Another thing I’m not ready to deal with? Giving things up: coffee, sushi, wine (the thought of it now just made my lip quiver), and chocolate mousse.  I plan on kindly reminding my future child, when they’re throwing …

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