Everyday I walk the same 11 blocks at 8:45 AM and 5 PM. And everyday, more and more baby bumps pass by.
I started counting them or guessing how many months or if she is married to the babydaddy to make it a game but truly, I'm concerned.
It appears as though this is an epidemic, an infectious disease, carried through the air of epic proportions. There is just no way that this many women are pregnant by choice during this BOILING summer in New York City. My heart goes out to their swollen feet and ice cream desires, worsened by the heat on their walks up and down Park and Lex, where I view their plight daily.
It's contagious. 2011: Summer of the stork.
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