So I’m Pregnant… Again…

Second pregnancy, all the rage.

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The first time that I found out I was pregnant was a few weeks after Thanksgiving in 2015. My husband John and I had decided to try to conceive the following summer, but combined with missing him after being apart for a week and losing any of my remaining shits to give about the academic job market (which is abysmal and discouraging on the best of days) and finishing my dissertation (which I ended up finishing and graduating that May anyway), well, whoops…

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