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I imagine that my children left messages for each other on the inside of my uterus. Nine months with nothing better to do than scratch your initials in the wall.

If you could see what The Unborn sees, it would probably say things like "G-man was here" and "JJ RULZ."

Lil' girl seems to have left detailed instructions on how to stay in as long as possible. "Trust me," it says, "you do NOT want to go out there."

And I think one of them drew a target on my left hip, you know, so they could practice their mad karate skills.