I am Kate’s raging offspring.
The first memory I have of my Grampa… I don’t know how old I was. He said “if you’re ever in trouble, *real* trouble, just take this part of your hand [he points to the heel of his hand] and shove it up in the guy’s face like this [shows me where and how to hit.] But only if you’re in REAL trouble.”
Honestly… I couldn’t have been more than 7 years old.
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Hi. Are you really reading this? I kinda doubt it. It’s all about the baby. But you knew that. Well, it used to be all about the contents of my uterus. But I have disgorged myself of the contents of my uterus. Actually, she was forcibly removed on September 25th. So now, we’re following her progress outside the confines of my womb.
There will still be TMI, both about her bodily functions and mine. Don’t like it? Tough luck.
I still don’t think anyone has read this, though…
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