So, they've managed to make my rickety uterus acceptable for you to come live with me. Your Dad and I are hoping that this strange process called thawing doesn't tax your system too much. I can't wait to get you back to your natural surroundings. We'll be there cheering you on this morning.
But, alas, look what awaits you should you decide to stay with us for a while longer, like nine months out...
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