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At least I’m not a single mother

The man of the house has decided to stay. The financial catastrophe of the second baby remains and the fact that I am middle aged fails to go away but the terror of coping alone is gone. Teenagers seem to cope, but I very much doubt I would exhibit their resilience. I still don’t know how we will fit in a second cot, how I will get a double buggy on a crowded bus, how I will keep an eye on two wild offspring. But now I am able to notice the queasy hints of morning sickness that ebb and flow through the day, the lip wobbling hormones that seep through my system.. And now, nauseous and over emotional as I may be, I can smile about it.

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