I didn't even want to do this, why did my husband want me to celebrate my birthday. I'm miserable, I feel like a clown car with too many clowns inside. Yet, I only have one and its too much at times. The heartburn, the kicking and stretching into my ribcage. The mood swings and apologies for my actions throughout these last 9 months or so...all coming to a head at this party that is meant for me.

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