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I need a tent, and sleeping bags.
Why you ask?
Because ten (almost) years ago I ovulated, and now that ovum wants to
go camping with his Cub Scout Pack Friday night.
I have enough bugs in my house, WHY would I want to go out into their
domas?
The consumption of glass shards sounds more appealing, but I had to
have a baby.
This wasn't covered in Lamaze class, and it's a damn good thing for him.
I may have changed my mind.
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