PREGNANCY, NOTHING!
You will not believe this. I do not believe this.
But there are pictures.
How'd YOU like to carry a 66-pound baby tumor for five years? The size of three watermelons?
Yeah. I thought not.
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In J.R.R. Tolkien's Elvish dialect of Quenya, Arandir means Noble Wanderer. Selected in my youth as I searched for deeper religious truth, this nom de plume remains apt--for I am still a pilgrim and sojourner in this world, truly a ''stranger in a strange land.'' It remains my purpose to record here whatever seems noteworthy of my musings and experience as I travel the way of life.
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