The art of making babies

My name is Emily and I’m a six-months pregnant metalsmith.  Some days I get sick. Most days I get tired. Every day some body part I’ve never paid attention to screams out in pain, begging me to trade in my bench for my bed. Still, I hammer on. Puns and all. Other days, I’m feeling especially invincible and decide to take part in a three-person art show this coming May.

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