L and shouts to the park, limped of the first steps, I drool every cookie, chubby, dirty hands, noses perpetually dripping and my uncontrollable cravings and compulsive gag, arrange them in trine and knock them down like bowling pins. Clear no? I just did not like children! I lived nell'irremovibile belief that there was some sort of incompenetrabilità between "I" and "Mom" and I cherished the idea that I could never procreate. Over time (a little actually) learned four things:
1) "forever" does not exist - if not nell'incarto of Baci;
2) systematically abhor today that tomorrow they will be vital;
3) in every life there are POI trabordanti MA;
4) that a dash rose on a pregnancy test ... means positive!
And it is so that you arravata, yet another glimpse of the madness of a twenty a bit 'over the top. Like a worm in the apple have implemented a job to say the least arbitrary, you're an illegal expropriation spaces worthy of the most unscrupulous of the builders and they've changed the target of increasingly widespread use, increasingly more and more ... .
Apparently you were not a micromarziano come in peace, I used to live cautiously subtracting food and float with your spacecraft. Telling me that you were a pretty, harmless creature were also dozens and dozens of magazines to which I had subscribed to prepare for the worst. The images that accompany each article depicting fresh faces pink and plump, with round eyes, dreaming, staring into infinity ... I could not explain how tender infant from behind in disguise could hide a ruthless dictator who already weaving the threads of my days and would have my fist in the future. Nevertheless, as a good first child kept covarti.
Your mission of hegemony on the planet Sonia was completed between the third and fourth month of gestation, just in time to realize that, nothing was as before.
In our SPA leadership roles up to you: you were giving the alarm, you decide when you sleep, when there was dancing, when and what you had to eat, all in a sconquassatagine of when and how worthy of a schizophrenic.
As Esther Williams swimming to swim in your large spa, incur large training spaces. Interesting things happen to you: Now you stuck your fingers, and the lungs begin to form your appearance - from tadpole What was bad - and is beginning to resemble more and more attractive to those beautiful pictures of baby humans. And while you swam unaware Out here all hell breaks loose! All were taken to organize, to buy, to make appointments for this or that, everyone except me. I could not move, the verdict of the doctor haunted me like the cloud of fantozzi "high-risk pregnancy - absolute rest" and to remind everyone as gendarmes. My life was quite a boring, even compared to that of a tadpole into a closed casing. And total impotence-nothing I did not have to wait long before the destruction might be fulfilled: my sculptural body had turned into a kind of soufflé pudding with the consistency of a mal-cooled.
Relegated to the role of vending machine food, resort to earthworms ovoids in development of products and relentless researcher for childcare, I it was clear that it was really only when the maternity overalls worn diligently since the first week of gestation, because the tight pants hurt the fetus - was stuffed properly.
I immediately fell in love for the idea that soon a dyslexic dwarf and incontinent have stretched his arms to me and strangely it did not make me any disgust.
was counting my every breath was also thinking of yours, and days that were missing to be able to give a face and possibly a nose punishment that I hoped would really be like mine! Imagine your skin smooth as my placenta Mareschi from orange peel was spreading like algae in the Adriatic.
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