n.— «I sit here alone thinking to myself I will never be able to bear a child of my own.…I am constantly reminded of others who are fertile.…I know she didn’t mean to constantly talk about her baby but I really didn’t need to hear the details of how she can feel the movement and how she wasn’t feeling good because of the baby and yada..yada..yada. Geez…could she rub some more salt into the wound. I mean for crying out loud, I just lost two embabies here!» —“Death Becomes Her” by beardiemom  Conceptions By The Way Sept. 7, 2004. (source: Double-Tongued Dictionary)

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