Can Running Move Gallstones

Happy ending? Unexpected revelations

Tadadadan! I am proud to post the last chapter of my story * _ *
Obviously without images. * Thank technology
oo Although I regret having to leave the White officially announced that the second generation is already being prepared! Thanks
heard more than my imagination ... and also to you who read my nonsense X'd
Happy reading! See you soon \u0026lt;333

A life was growing inside me.
And that scared me. Bimbo
I grew up alone. Had no male figure of reference. Would never know the name of his father. After
burst into loud weeping, I went from the study of doctor, which had remained unmoved all the time.
I wonder what he thought. He must have seen a lot of that woman. From
olds girls who became pregnant through negligence maybe even cry before they asked if they could have an abortion without parental consent, to older women who wept for joy at the arrival of his son so much desired.
I went to the hospital entrance as I was completely different.
When you discover you have a life inside you unconscious mechanisms are activated and you undertake to involve the best for the child's health.
I remember when I was in high school, a classmate of mine, a certain Isabella. Long auburn hair, lively eyes, two blacks, and behaviors by femme fatale. Bella was pregnant by her stupid boyfriend that if he was taken to his heels as soon as she had confessed her motherhood. Despite knowing full well that the fate of her embryo was to be aborted, had stopped drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes (required behaviors for pregnant women).

*** For all the way home, I thought of Bella. A
as she had to hear when she discovered expecting a baby. The tricks that had not implemented it to discover parents. And the fear that he had to try tackling a task such as abortion just eighteen.
When I got home I dropped on the couch like a sack of potatoes.
I was pregnant.
addition to repeating in my head, like I did since I had found out, I said aloud. It was strange to hear those words say.
pregnant.
Gravida, waiting, expectant mother.
And here, in my mind, he had slipped the memory of Bella.
His prodigious hunger, his stomach that gradually grew in tight T-shirts and items that were beginning to run for the school.

*** The following months were the most beautiful in my life.
Cecilia, who had recently gone through this phase of life, offer advice and helped me choose names for the baby. I decided that I not reveal the sex of my son, although Cecilia, who had seen the ultrasound and was therefore aware of it, I was trying to understand all the ways that my child was a girl instead.
know this because I reassured me less worried about the lack of reference of the male figure she being a girl. Valentina
also participated actively in the preparation pending the arrival of Lizzie.
Yes, this was the name, Cecilia and I, we decided for my child. Even
if Valentina had tried to dissuade us, since claimed his dog when he was a little girl called in this way, could not shake the decision. ***

I ran months and my belly was becoming increasingly cumbersome.
One day while I was home alone, the doorbell rang.
With my usual grace of an elephant reached the door, rubbing his belly.
Only when I opened the door and found myself in front of me I wished with my whole being that the bump would disappear or at least, the maternity shirt, he could hide it better.
Matt was in front of me in his nice dark suit with a bouquet of flowers.
His expression, carefree and happy at first, it soon became serious.
I do not know what goes in mind that five minutes in which we stayed standing, one before the other, without a word.
probably wondered why with so wart on my belly.
"Hello" she said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had already endured for too long.

*** Had I been an honest person, I found Matt to his paternity.
Instead, perhaps to preserve his marriage and my dignity, I lied shamelessly claiming that the son I grew up in the body, was merely the result of yet another story had it after my return (although this was mathematically impossible.) Matt
I had only port and the flowers had disappeared at the end of the street, after a few seconds.
When I closed the door behind me, I burst into tears quietly. In addition
have definitely ruined my life forever I also made one of Lizzie. I had to learn, from now on, think also what was good for you as well for me.
were two now.

- END -

Wedding Weekend Welcome Letter

penultimate chapter of my Sim Story.
As usual, no pictures. But you know what? Better that way.
least every reader, through a few physical characteristics of the characters do, if you can imagine how mentally fit.
's why I prefer books to movies, for example.
The film will offer an actor and you have to stick to him thinking about the characters (do not know if I explained very well ahahaha) while the book ... Well ... reading fantasy can afford to travel and to construct images of all personal!
After this little digression ... ENJOY!

The test was negative. Damn
negative.
I was not pregnant, I was becoming a mother, I was not becoming a parent of a child born of an illicit love. When I announced
Valentina the (good / bad) news I had inadvertently started crying.
you, as a good friend who had always been next to me had slingshots. I had embraced, resting his head on my raven.
"Why are you crying?" She asked, confused.
honestly did not know either. Which of the two parts of me was crying? ***

I avoided telling my sister that I had done a pregnancy test. I did not want me compatisse.
Yes, I would have pitied because he was a mother, she was convinced that everyone around her, wanting a kid screaming constantly ready to wake up at night for a feeding.
Marriage between Cecilia and Jordan celebrated privately with a few close friends. The ceremony was interrupted several times by Thomas that, whenever the mother rested in the cradle, he began to cry vigorously.
Cecilia, in fact, married with child in her arms, but this turned out to all very sweet and romantic.

*** The marriage ended in the evening after a dinner at a restaurant and several dances, led by our father drunk.
Unusually, the couple had decided not to go to any honeymoon but to enjoy the new-born son in their new love nest.
When I got home I was exhausted and had no even the strength to pull out the dress that, strangely, I had become very close even though I had measured a few months ago, just in anticipation of the wedding.
I had visibly gained weight but, knowing you are not pregnant, I decided just to keep me in binges to remedy this situation.

*** The next morning, given the hellish night that I passed (I had vomited several times), I decided to go to the hospital to do some checking.
I had heard on television, he was turning an ugly form of intestinal flu and suspected of taking it.
After a quick shower and after wearing the only clothes I stood still, I went to the hospital.
As I crossed the main corridors of the hotel, I realized I was envious at the sight of the maternity ward, where pregnant women came from the smiling faces swollen.
After I submitted to several tests made me sit in a room, waiting for the results.
As I thumbed through a magazine, my attention was captured by the images of models who advertise maternity clothes showing their round bellies.
Another shiver ran through my body envy.
I would never become a mother? I wondered, as I stared at my belly swollen from intestinal infection.
From the red door in front of me came a blonde doctor in white coat, smiling, asked me to sit inside.
After sitting in front of her, opened my medical records.
"She's pregnant," she said.
And my heart stopped. ***

Is It Safe To Use A Delay Cream?

1.10 1.9 1.8 Doubts

ninth chapter of my story.
We are, slowly, coming to the conclusion! Q:
Hmmm, what else if you do not wish you good reading? Kisses, see you soon




had been a week since my return to town.
I was getting used to the almost permanent presence in my home of my beloved sister-whale (I still believe, But the real Cecilia had been replaced, during my absence from this balloon walking) and my ex boyfriend Town, next to the wedding.
Yes, Jordan would soon become the sweetheart of a woman who, of course, I was not but my sister C.
Upon hearing the news, you can imagine the shock that came over me.
After a couple of days was able to smoothly absorb the news because, say, me and Jordan continued to strive to ensure, in the absence of Cecilia.
I am aware of how poor sleep with the husband of my sister being pregnant but ... ex-boyfriend's sister is not? ***

When Cecilia was around everything you need to book the wedding, Jordan and I spent hours and hours together.
I could not remember what it was to find magical moments to be together.
As soon as the door was closed, there slingshots on each other.
His expert hands defiled my body and his lips, longing, trying to mine. Despite
feel his muscular body under mine, taste our groans and satisfy our desires forbidden I liked to keep our feet on the ground.
not dreamed of anything for us. I did not see no future. Did not want any change in plans.
***
It had been two weeks since my return and I had not seen and heard Valentina.
Or rather, I had glimpsed at the supermarket, but I had deliberately ignored.
total silence even by Matt, who had disappeared into thin air. Phone is turned off at any time.
Yes, I tried. To ask how he was, if life was going well, if Ted had finally told his first little word.

*** It was a gray day, September 16.
The sun was hidden by a blanket of gray clouds, an omen of bad weather.
The summer of scorching heat and unpredictable rain showers was over, giving way to yellow and cool autumn.
Exactly four days she would marry Cecilia. Married to the man she loved, the father of her son Thomas.
T was born five days ago.
We had caught unawares, camping. And the birth was not the best. Cecilia, screaming, he ladled out the kid in the car before even leaving the parking lot of camping.
Jordan had held her hand, with tears in his eyes.
I had felt incredibly insignificant compared to the feeling that linked these two, and I had preferred a sleeveless in the street looking for someone who could help us. ** While

helped Cecilia to the last box objects ready to be transferred to the house that she and Jordan had bought a thick piercing the belly m'immobilizzò.
It was the fifth this week, and more time passed, this pain became more severe.
"gastritis" she told the doctor.
However, when these pains, he added, nausea, doubts grew on me.
After I had seen myself at my sister's pregnancy and the symptoms matched perfectly with his.
Thus, the same day, I showed up at the house of Valentina, a pregnancy test in hand.
*** Valentina
When he opened the door, she burst into tears. And the tears are quadrupled when I explained the situation in broad terms.
After sitting on the couch, pulled out of the box the item that could completely upset my life.
My heart was beating wildly.
Part of me wanted to have this baby. A part, however, categorically rejected such an idea.
Read the package insert, "take the test under the flow of urine for 8-10 seconds [...] Wait 3-5 minutes before reading the result."
were five minutes longest of my life. In my mind ran all the best moments of my life. My first day of elementary school, when her mother had forced me to wear a candy pink dress that we bought for the wedding of her aunt.
Cecilia's birth, I had filled my heart with joy and jealousy.
The first kiss, give a guy full of acne, only because I felt ridiculous not to have kissed at fifteen.
My first time on the beach. With the guy you think I could stay all my life. The
diploma, graduation, first job.
meeting with Jordan, the love of Jordan, the break with Jordan.
And then, Matt. I sighed. The days were those, I had counted about twenty times before it is presented by Valentina. The son was fucking her.
My thoughts were broken by the shrill voice of Valerie waving in the air testing.
"Negative." ***