Wow. Just wow. You are amazing—-and your daughter sounds amazing too. Counseling even now would be just fine to deal with that. It sounds like a truly horrible situation.

So how did you feel about/cope with that?! What a huge shock and responsibility (to keep/adopt—not assuming you wanted to parent) to have sprung on you like that!

As in the baby would certainly die no shot at life? Or like the situation was so messed up its life would suck no shot at life? Either way is bad—-I just want to know.

Are you me? I am binge rewatching it too! And tearing up that I don't have a group of 5 besties who will be there for me when the "rain starts to pour." and then crying at how pathetic I am. Looking at what I typed, I hope for your sake you are *not* me.

I would have thought I was dying at week 7 when the nausea, vomiting, and zombie-like fatigue settled in. Since my placenta was in the front, I could not see any movement but she had good access to all organs, and really liked to prop her feet on my rib to sleep. That was awful. At 4 she still likes to prop her feet…

Placenta location can really affect what you feel/see. I had the placenta at the front, so she had great access to kicking all organs and ribs, but nothing was ever visible. I certainly would have thought I was dying, however—-but would have thought so at week 7, when the constant vomiting and zombie-like fatigue…

Good point—-but in that case, I'd think they would report her. Except maybe the Social Security angle. Wow—everything is wrong with this story.

Argh! Bad teaching moment. Yuck.

I think you should avoid all power tools!

I wish I could give you more stars than 1

The fact that the family left her there for over a year to rot makes me feel like they killed her and didn't want to report her death because they would be found out. Also, social security checks. Wow. There's a fate worse than my cat feeding off me after I'm dead—that I'm left to rot while my daughter laughs from…

Team Sansa! Lemon cake forever!

Team Sansa! Lemon cakes forever!

Team Sansa! Lemon cakes forever!

Team Sansa!!! Lemon cakes forever!

Team Sansa!

I once got my cat a bed that was the same model of bed as the dog but smaller, hoping to lure the cat out if the dig's bed. Instead the poor dog thought it was for her, turned about eight tiny circles, and tried to lie down, awkwardly overflowing it on all sides. Then she just stated at me, wondering what was wrong…

My cat has many beds. He will sleep in none if his, just those of the dog.

That is awful.

Horrific. Boo Andover!