39 parts Ongoing MatureTurning to my side, I gently cradle my stomach, the barely-there bump that used to protect my little peanut.
Based on the books I read, she was only the size of a plum. Many people will tell me to get over this, that it wasn't a baby yet, just a clump of cells. But from the moment I knew I was pregnant, I loved her.
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