I suffer an involuntary pang of jealously at every pregnant woman I
see. Of course I’m jealous of the stay at home wife with a six-figure
earning husband who has an decorator design the baby room and gets
mommy massages and has her prenatal yoga class before her appointment
with the midwife at the private birthing center, not that I know any of
those in real life. I’m also jealous of the young unwed mothers in the
grocery store with their pimply baby-daddies dragging sullenly behind…
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