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but happiness and great fortune in your life, please take my advice. Never get pregnant. Or
    “enceinte” as you would say over there. Look at the word, say it out loud, familiarize yourself with it, repeat it in your head, and learn to never ever want to be it.
    In fact, never have sex. Might as well try to completely eradicate the odds. Trust me Steph, it is not pleasant. I’m not feeling at all at one with nature, I’m not radiating any sort of magical motherly signals, I’m just fat.
    And bloated. And tired. And sick. And wondering what on earth I am going to do when this little one is born and looks at me and I shrug back.
    Glowing, my bum. Smoldering is more like it. Alex has started his wonderful life in college, people who were at school with me are out tasting what the world has to offer. I know it’s my own fault but I feel like I’m missing out on so much. I’ve been going to these prenatal classes with Mum where they teach me how to breathe. All around me I’m surrounded by couples. They’re all at least ten years older than me as well. Mum tried to start me chatting with them but I don’t think any of them are too interested in becoming friends with an eighteen-year-old just out of school.
    Honestly it’s like some sort of play group and Mum keeps trying to teach me how to make friends. Mum told me not to worry because they were just jealous of me. I don’t think the two of us have laughed so much for months.
    I’m not allowed to smoke and the doctor says I have to start eating my greens. I’m going to be a mother and I’m still being spoken to like a child.
    Lots of love,
    Rosie
    Mr. Alex Stewart,
    You are invited to the christening of my beautiful baby daughter Katie, as you are the godfather. It’s this day month. Buy a suit and try and look presentable for a change.
    Lots of love,
    Rosie

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    Cecelia Ahern
    from:
    Alex
    to:
    Rosie
    subject:
    Christening
    It was great to see you, you look amazing! And you are NOT fat! Little Katie was a girl of few words but I am besotted with her. I almost felt like stealing her and bringing her back over to Boston.
    In fact that’s a lie, I really felt like staying in Dublin. I almost didn’t get back on that flight. I love it here in Boston and I love studying medicine. But it’s not home. Dublin is home. Being back with you felt like home. I miss my best friend.
    I’ve met some great guys here, but I didn’t grow up with any of them playing cops and robbers in my back garden. I don’t feel like they are real friends. I haven’t kicked them in the shins, stayed up all night on Santa watch with them, hung from trees pretending to be monkeys, played hotel, or laughed my heart out as their stomachs were pumped. It’s kind of hard to beat that.
    However I can see that I have already been replaced. That little Katie is your whole world now. And it’s easy to see why. I even loved her when she threw up on my (new and very expensive) suit. That must mean something.
    It’s weird to see how much she looks like you. What’s that like? She has your twinkling blue eyes (I sense trouble ahead!) and jet black hair and a little button nose.
    I no that you are incredibly busy at the moment but if you ever need a break from it all, you’re welcome to come over here and relax. I know things are tricky for you financially so we could help out with the cost of the flights.
    Let me no when you want to come, the invitation is always open. Mum and Dad would love you to come over too, they’ve got photos of the christening all around the house.
    There’s also somebody I would like you to meet. She’s in my class in college, her name is Sally Gruber. You would both get along. She’s from Boston.
    When you come over you have to meet her.
    College is a lot tougher than I thought it would be. There’s just so much studying to do; so much reading. I barely have a social life. I’ve got four love, rosie
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    years here in Harvard then I’ve to do about five to seven