After ringing in the New Year with a few great friends and enough butter chicken to drown a small town, here came 2012, all smug and stupidly cold. Daring me to make something of it already. Go on, make some promises to me baby. Make 'em big. Then ignore me like the food under the table in a restaurant. Too scary. It's fine. Your stomach should stick out that far when you’re totally not pregnant at all.
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