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  • When my second child was born six years ago, I had this very “sincere” talk with a friend who was curious about me having a third child. “No, I want to enjoy my 40's with grown kids”. I meant it. For some strange reason I could not keep up with my word.

    When my two "babies" grew up from toddlers to boys, motherhood desires knocked on the door. I had this very sincere talk with my husband about a third child. He said “No” (many times). But for some strange reason he could not keep up with his refusal.

    By the time I turned 40 I knew it was too late. I grew desolate with the nasty decision of not being a mom again, so I bought a lovely Pug, “Odie”. But for some strange reason I could not keep up with my call.

    And by the time Odie was a beautiful 8 month pup, I found myself pregnant (oops!).

    So here we are, in the reassembling process, putting back together all the staff my kids had when they were babies; things that -for some strange reason- I never gave away.
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