"I feel pregnant," were the words spoken moments after conception -- believe it or not, I was only joking. I didn't feel pregnant, I felt tired and eager for more careless teenage sex. At eighteen, I am now the Mother of a beautiful little girl.
I love the name Ruby. Why must I love a new name every single month? I only have two weeks left and I can either convince my boyfriend to fall in love with this name as well, or I settle for a name I just like. Dammit!
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