Dear Fetus by Jessica Dur

Thanks to you, I'm afraid of hemorrhoids, unpasteurized goat cheese, coffee, sleeping on my back, doing Zumba, and eating any kind of sliced lunch meat (actually the latter is probably a blessing). Fear has become my constant companion, whispering savage things (not suitable for your undeveloped ears yet) about all that could go wrong. Get used to it, your Grandma says. Welcome to parenthood.

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