Whenever the stern woman mom and her husband had finished, they did a headstand. The doctors had diagnosed the stern Mrs. Mom a cervix like a spiral staircase and predicts her childlessness, but that does not come into question. It entered into negotiations with the fate and became the postcoital gymnast. Gravity was their ally.
a strong ally, as it turned out. When her period failed to (finally stayed away!), Pulled them with flying colors in the gynecological practice. The doctor confirmed what her instinct ever since that cold February night had been whispering: Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. The stern woman mom then went to the supermarket, bought pickles and a glass of Nutella, went to the office, opened the pickle jar, opened the glass of Nutella, the cucumber dipped into Nutella and bit into it heartily. Guess Love Colleagues. Guess. They contain and rejected the idea of me Monique, Jacqueline, or Trixie mentioned, for the latter I am very grateful to her today.
The stern woman Mama took me on a Sunday to the world, I was already several days overdue, it was late afternoon, an uncomfortable wind blew dead leaves through the streets, the radio sets listening to the last sounds of a Hugo-Strasser-interpretation begin the sports broadcast should. The fact that I'm actually with my first breath in soccer upset, overcame the husband never.
"Right after the birth did you smile at the doctor," said the stern woman Mama radiantly. Thank you. Haste made good, all in all.
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