I remember having sex on the dining room table. I remember 34+ hours of labor. But everything since then is a blur.
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December 21, 2003
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I have a nephew who was begotten in a parking lot. The big question is: when the child is grown (maybe 18) should he/she be told about how they came to be? Or is it too personal? I'm off many minds, but I think the kid would love to know (unless it's horrific, unwanted, etc.)
Posted by: fran manushkin | December 22, 2003 at 12:05 PM
heh... our 8 year old was the kitchen floor! ~ Oh the blur!!!
Posted by: Amber | December 22, 2003 at 10:57 AM
Dining room table, huh? So does that make Colter a vegetarian?
It does turn into a blur, doesn't it? I'm reliving it all now again with Lila, but in what I hope is a healthier way.
Posted by: Kelly | December 22, 2003 at 07:54 AM