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The Christmases my body ached for a baby.

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I remember the Christmases my body ached for a baby.
The way I felt less than festive entering the party as the only non-pregnant or childless woman.
How my voice choked when a man told me I was “the luckiest lady there” because I could drink as much as I wanted.
The flash of panic across the toy shop assistant’s face when she asked how old my children were and I snapped back that I didn’t have any.
The anger I felt when another person asked if there was a baby comi…

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