The things that bring people here never fail to amaze, delight and occasionally horrify me. This one falls into the second category. I hope I gave at least some commiseration if not comfort to the poor soul who googled “37 weeks pregnant exhausted and pissed off.” We hear ya, sister. Only a couple of more weeks, then you’ll have a newborn and be exhausted and pissed off.
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