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" &amp;quot;But I got so much out of that. It&amp;#x27;s golden and it&amp;#x27;s tough and it was f*cked up. But now I have a child, and it&amp;#x27;s the best thing in the world&amp;quot; --Bridget Moynahan on going through her pregnancy alone. She couldn&amp;#x27;t have said it better. I&amp;#x27;ve recently been evaluating my life and I&amp;#x27;m not afraid, like Bridget, to say, wearing my pregnancy for nine months under my shirt with no wedding ring was really f*cked up and I&amp;#x27;m only now starting to accept these feelings. But like Bridge, now I have my very own Jack (she calls her son, John, &amp;quot;Jack&amp;quot;). There&amp;#x27;s nothing groundbreaking about her story in Bazaar--it&amp;#x27;s actually a lot like this blog and the piece I wrote for the September issue of Glamour. She muses about singing songs to her kid (&amp;quot;You wake up in the middle of the night singing &amp;#x27;Rainbow Connection&amp;#x27;one too many times and you just want to jump out the window.&amp;quot;) I sing Twinkle Twinkle so much I feel like I even hear it on the radio. Beautiful, famous Bridge, wondered if being a single mom would impede her dating life...sound familiar? I think I teared up reading the piece because it wasn&amp;#x27;t sensationalized. I&amp;#x27;ll save some of you from the punch--yeah, yeah, she&amp;#x27;s rich and has it A LOT easier than me in the money dept. A LOT. So what--your bank account or social status doesn&amp;#x27;t eliminate your feelings. Trust me. She goes through the single mom motions just like I and some of you do. She was anxious about telling her family: &amp;quot;When you&amp;#x27;re suddenly pregnant and no one is standing by your side, even if you&amp;#x27;re in your 30s, it&amp;#x27;s a hard conversation...I&amp;#x27;m a traditional girl, and I believe in marriage, and I just always thought that&amp;#x27;s the way I&amp;#x27;d be doing this. For a moment, it was hard for me to accept that this was the way I was going to have a family. I&amp;#x27;ve had to recognize that there are just so many different options today,&amp;quot; she told Bazaar. She was overwhelmed when she got home with her baby (aren&amp;#x27;t we all, single, married, rich or poor?) Go on, make fun of me, but I felt less alone the nine months I was pregnant, because she was too. Her son was born eight days before JD. And not once did I take into account that she had money, and star power and a Malibu home. She was just Storked!, like me. Read and let&amp;#x27;s discuss. Check out the art accompanying the article. JD has the same stroller. We have a red canopy. I don&amp;#x27;t wear lingerie and press up against his crib though. HA! I love how this shoot is so cliche on purpose. Wait till you see the Park Ave. princess Glamour styled me as for the Sept. issue...Aunt Lo called me &amp;quot;Charlotte&amp;quot; from SATC the whole day."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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