Austin and I had a party to go
to on Saturday and my fibroid pain was particularly bothersome, but
we hadn't seen this particular set of friends in two years, so we
agreed to make an appearance. I put on a brave face. As the evening
wore on . . .
Friend X: Rachel, are you okay?
Me, snapping out of it.
Friend X: You look like you're
in pain.
Me: Nah. He's just next to me [hugging Austin].
I bring him with me all the time.
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