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As most of you might know already, I am, or rather I was pregnant with my boyfriend and last week we were blessed enough to move into an apartment. When we were cleaning out the apartment I was going with a big armchair to the trashroom, but it did not fit into the elevator and so I had to take it down the stairs (we live on the third floor), I managed to get down the first staircase without a problem but when I was going down the second one I stumbled and fell forward. I hit my belly, which by then was really large, and the water broke and I started bleeding everywhere. I got rushed with an ambulance to the hospital and we had to do an emergency ceasarian, and little baby Elsa was born last week october 1, 1½ months too early. She survived for three days before she died of internal damages due to the fall and we will have the funeral next week. I'm not sure how I will ever feel good again.
Actually I was never pregnant and you guys are so gullible.
*****. lol made me feel really bad until I read that! 
