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03/12/2004: "In DC"
My vacation just started and it's already almost over. I'm currently in DC and I get on the plane tomorrow to go back home. I've absolutely fallen in love with my cousin's baby, and I'm tempted to steal him, but I know as soon as he starts getting hungry or needing his diaper changed, I'd be sending him right back. The amount of attention and help he needs is mind boggling, and I'm quite sure that all my sorority sisters who say they can't wait to be "barefoot and pregnant" really have no idea how time consuming having a baby is. I've always said I'd want one if I could put it in the closet when I'm done playing with it, and I still stand by that.
The woman who's being charged with a fetus's death since she refused to have a c-section for cosmetic reasons is nuts. My uncle says she's ugly enough as it is and a scar wouldn't be any life-changing event for her. Apparently she says being cut from breast bone to pelvis would ruin her life, which is sooo ridiculeous, since my cousin had a c-section and her scar is so small and low, she can't even figure out how her baby came out of it. My theory is that this woman is a stripper, since she seems white trash enough, or else just missing a few (million) IQ points.