Living in a Disabled World

I was once a member of the Pregnancy Club, my membership card consisting of two pink lines on a stick. I was eager to pay my dues, just like all the other members. Morning sickness, stretch marks, cravings — I welcomed them all.
But they never came. And before I knew it, my membership was revoked. [...]

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A whole year has gone since I lost my babies.  A whole year since I thought I was loosing my life with my babies and wouldn’t have minded.  Even after a year the pain can still be raw, the ache still there.  Since you left there have be no more.  Just a big gap where [...]

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