I am boob.

I wasn't afraid of childbirth. I was afraid of breastfeeding. In hindsight, I should have been very afraid of childbirth. It's been nine months since Sammy shot out of me like a cannonball and my franken-gyne is still carnage. I had to have minor vag surgery just last week to clean up some of his... Continue Reading →

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