I despise old wives' tales. Especially pregnancy-related ones. For instance:
"Just relax and it'll happen"
"Spend some time with a baby and just soak him up" (what, like babies have magic cooties or something?)
Welp. It happened. I stepped one foot inside of a fertility clinic, set a plan in motion, quit worrying so much and (magically?) got pregnant. And in January I spent the better part of a week rubbing my brand new nephew all over me. Well, not really rubbing...
My mom and sister-in-law are convinced this is why I'm currently in a knocked-up state.
Me? Meh. I'm not a believer, but it happened. Maybe those old wives knew what they were talking about.
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