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The other day I had to use the restroom at Fred Meyer.  While I the stall I saw a pregnancy kit stuffed into the garbage can.  It made me really sad.  I remember when Bob and I took our pregnancy test with Jed.  The thought of someone being alone in a stall in Fred Meyer finding out something so important, so miraculous has stuck with me.

I'm grateful for my family.

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Sheila said…
Ok that does it, let the floodgates open.
September 7, 2011 at 5:12 PM
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