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I’ve given up judging the moms with the crying baby in Wal-Mart at midnight (because at some point, we'll all be at Wal-Mart with a crying baby, that's just science.) Have you taken the pledge to support all moms?

Pregnant with my third child, I had been bleeding badly and was told that the baby I was now carrying wasn’t developing as normal, and I would miscarry.

Pretty much nothing better for an awesome party than a crock full of melted queso blanco dip.