Author Archives: Barb

Our Worst Christmas

“Husband out,” the doctor said, without looking at either of us. “I’d like him to stay,” I said, clutching Alan’s hand. “Husband out.” So Alan left the room. I was 9 1/2 weeks pregnant, which¬† the specialist had assured me … Continue reading

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