You thought I was done with this shit for the day, didn't you? Nope. See, I've been too angry over all this to type about it, but, once I let go of the hate and embraced Nadya, well, now I can type all I want! That pic was taken before Nadya's nose went narrow and her lips pooched out..which I'm sure is an allergic reaction to something. Heck, I have that. When I eat cantaloupe my lips puff up like Angelina Jolie. It's not my fault, so I understand now where Nadya's coming from.*
Nadya explained to me how she had to get all those embryos implanted at once. She said they were her children and a gift from God and she had to give them life. They have a right to life. Then Nadya said she was done having children. NO! No, Nadya..there's still eggs in your ovaries! God would want them to live to! She has to have more litters!!! Lucky for me, I understand that when Nadya says no, she really means yes. Nadya is easy to read once you embrace the holiness that is Nadya. It's like when she said the octuplets middle name is Angel. All of them are named Angel, you know, because they're Nadya's little Angels. But, only Nadya and I can hear the LINA in the end of that word. As in Angel-LINA. Nadya's uterus is not out of business, no way.



































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