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Suppertime Confessions of The Babywearer |
It’s another night and I’m wearing the baby. I’m not complaining. Wait, am I complaining? I really shouldn’t be. I loved “wearing” him for 9 glorious months. It was awesome actually. If every time I strapped this child to my chest I was given a dose of my pregnancy hormones, I’d be just fine. But … Read More →