A woman discovers that nothing can disrupt a perfect wedding like an unplanned pregnancy in this novel by the author of Living Single.
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And to think pink was once my favorite color . . .
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Then the two pink lines appeared. Pink, as in positive . . . as in pregnant . . . as in pure, unadulterated panic. This wasnât supposed to happen: Iâm scheduled to marry the handsome, successful, and very appropriate Ross Davis in six months. Unfortunately, while Ross may not rock my world with kitchen-table sex, his technique worked well enough to put a bun in my thirtysomething oven . . .
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Donât get me wrong, babies are greatâin theory. But I enjoyed my life the way it was. Loved my job, my rooftop apartment, my friends; was having fun planning my wedding and gazing at my pretty three-carat diamond. I didn't need anything more . . . did I? Well, whatever I needed, hereâs what I currently have: A nasty case of morning sickness, a future mother-in-law obsessed with âRossâs Baby,â and a custom-designed wedding dress Iâll soon be too fat to wear.
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Now, as I burst the seams on my pencil skirts, Iâm trying to take some small comfort in the fact that one is never too bloated for a really cute purse. But impending motherhood also has me reassessing more than my wardrobeâand wondering how fast I can finish growing up . . .
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