I found this while I was packing at the old house last week. It’s a calendar that I made one of the times that I was late and “sure” that I was pregnant. I even bought a dress for this “baby” to wear to Kelly’s wedding. You’d think that it would make me happy, because the hopeless desperation has finally been replaced with legit joy. I guess I just feel sorry for that girl.
My period showed up at some point in September. 
That La Kid 
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