When I was pregnant my husband was thrilled. He did all the things a good husband was supposed to do for his pregnant wife: he rubbed my belly with cocoa butter, he apologized profusely when he ate the last mini Snickers, and he talked to the baby taking up space in my ever-expanding stomach. I...
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