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I'm getting ready for the ctg exam at 38 weeks, which will be two. No dining, my cousin comes with me, we go to see the curtain in the nursery, and then we eat in between, the exam is max. eagle.Urine lead, you did not realize that your baby, unlike before, does not give birth. Gypsy to my stomach, we hate it every day. Baby does not moan, but okay, sure sleeps. Blood pressure measurement follows. He's very tall, he has white in his urine, and so I'm wet for weeks that the kid's father is called more dinny. I didn't have to go to the doctor to fall, what follows: toxaemia, bastard. Doc confirms my lexical knowledge of Google and Facebook groups: Cheers. When? Today. Puff, I got mad at the infu, at the level of my niece (would-be godmother and then would-be doctor) .The story goes that I went to st, I didn't pay anything because I was wildly convinced that I would pay more the doc is looking good too, not getting rich - i guess - alone, so sure he did well. It turned out later that it was a committed suicide business because a nice prospective acquaintance looked at my papers afterwards, and it turned out that this whole thing could have been avoided if you were more attentive and diety. I hired neither a doctor, because I was so disrespectful in Hungarian health, so the doctor said, "my dear sweetheart, here's a referral from Syria, good luck!" I think I got a shock here, a little shriek and couldn't talk, I went to the bus stop, called my dad about what. The godmother was beaten by the water, sure we wouldn't get on the bus, we would take a taxi, even though the bus would get there sooner, and I wouldn't go to BKV for a Surgical referral.
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