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"I remember watching the blue line rush to a positive finish. I remember my doctor explaining my options as tears stained my cheeks and my hands hid in the pockets of my red tweed coat. I remember swallowing my first prenatal vitamin and how the big, purple pill had a tinge of vanilla flavor to it. &amp;amp;#8220;Mom, Dad&amp;amp;#8212;I&amp;amp;#8217;m pregnant.&amp;amp;#8221; I made two separate phone calls, then went for bloodwork. The technician said congratulations. Thank you. I remember feeling this was all wrong. I was supposed to be married, at least in love. I&amp;amp;#8217;m so dumb. I should have used a condom. Everything started to change&amp;amp;#8212;instantly. I&amp;amp;#8217;m single and pregnant. I&amp;amp;#8217;m fine. I moved from New York City to my pink childhood bedroom to &amp;amp;#8220;our&amp;amp;#8221; apartment inside of two months. Pumped up my 401K, paid off the credit card. Bought a houseplant, assembled a crib, started mouthing curse-words (moms don&amp;amp;#8217;t swear). I have this new address, this new lack of a social life, this new everything for our new life. I like it. Approaching twenty-seven, goals in check. Fear turned to excitement, to panic, back to fear, to joy, to tears, to acceptance, to a love like no other. Some of the best conversations over the past nine months took place in the quiet of my bedroom, darkness all around, just me and my growing belly. We&amp;amp;#8217;ll be fine, I promised and promised JD until I fell asleep. Tiny flicks, then ticklish flutters, soon sudden jabs turned to a compact bundle of baby&amp;amp;#8212;a bite-sized bottom, a right foot that just won&amp;amp;#8217;t budge. We went to work everyday, head held high. Yes, I&amp;amp;#8217;m pregnant. The scale crept up into digits I&amp;amp;#8217;ve never seen. The days seemed longer, quieter, finally, just calmer. The fantasies more vivid&amp;amp;#8212;a mess of black hair, cloudy gray eyes, an impossibly small hand wrapped around my finger. A puzzle piece that fits. This is it. I remember watching the blue line rush to a positive finish&amp;amp;#8230;it was a good day. Q: What were the final days of pregnancy like for you?"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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