Pushing her way through the contractions, her whole body seemed to convulse and pulsate.  She remembered the conversation she had with her mom about 18 months ago.

     “I’m getting older, Mom, and the clock is ticking.  I haven’t had a second date in over a year, and no prospects on the horizon.  Then, dating, engagement, wedding, time to get pregnant, if my husband wanted to even have children that quickly.  Mom, I want a baby.”

     “But, on your own?  You’ll be alone raising a baby.”

     “I know, Mom.  But, I want this.  And I don’t have to wait.  Every day that goes by is another day gone by on the clock, so that I might not be able t...

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