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For some time, Charmed's Holly Marie Combs wasn't a mother, but she played one on TV. Yet on-air pregnancy, delivery, and child-rearing didn't really prepare the WB's good witch for her first nonfiction baby adventures.
On Playing Mom
"Faking it was much easier.I got to give the baby back to its rightful owner and go home for a good night's sleep. Before you have a baby, friends tell you 'sleep now,' and you laugh because you don't think that all those stories could be true. But they are."
Real-Life Monsters
"I was worried -- I wasn't sure I had the maternal instinct. But the minute my son came out, he was my favorite person on earth. I was crazily in tune with him, and I knew we were going to be fine."
On Conception
"I had a few fibroids removed, and they left me with a Grand Canyon of scar tissue in my uterus. The doctors weren't sure I'd be able to reproduce. I was prepared for a rough road, and then out of nowhere we conceived."
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It was two weeks later and not much had changed. Leo had become a fulltime handyman, Phoebe was writing columns, Paige was doing her tempt jobs, Chris hadn’t spoken ever since Friday the 13th and Piper, well, Piper was being grumpy.
She walked downstairs to the kitchen and held her stomach, while groaning. Leo sat at the kitchen table, eating a sandwich. “Hey, Piper, how are you?” Piper gave him a glance that said ‘Jee isn’t that obvious? I’m feeling awesome’ Leo looked up and saw the pale face of his wife and walked towards her. “Hey, are you okay?” he worriedly asked. Piper shrugged. “I don’t know” “Perhaps you should eat something” he suggested. Piper shook her head. She couldn’t even think about food, let alone eat it. Leo grabbed a sandwich and reached it to Piper and Piper’s pale face got a slightly green color. “Piper?” Leo slowly asked. “I think I’m gonna be sick” she groaned. Leo frowned. “What kind of sick?” “The you better get out of my way or I’ll vomit on you kind of sick” she hastily explained to her husband. Leo’s eyes widened and he started to move away, but he was too late. The vomit came right on his...
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I am the son and the heir
of a shyness that is criminaly vulgair
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ‘
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everbody else does
There’s a club if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry and you want to die
You say that’s going to happen now
Well when exactly do you mean
See I've already waited to long and all my hope has gone
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