PMA! is the mantra I used to repeat to myself in the early stages of my second pregnancy, and inevitably my third, I tried so desperately hard to convince my constantly nauseated self, that, if I concentrated hard enough, I might be able to make the sickness go away.
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Max came completely out of the blue. It was on the back end of a crappy few months and was on a night out with some girl friends away from home. The only thing I can really remember from that night is that he made me laugh and for some drunken reason I gave him my number, then left.
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