Miracle Ova Fertilized Cell

Miracle ova fertilized cell... Yielded pink bundle of joy self determined autonomous millennial relocated University of Pennsylvania Engineering graduate class of 2019 calls Oakland, California home (employed at Certified B Corporation) lives with her lovely beau, and two beautiful tortoiseshell cats. December twenty second two thousand twenty one marks her twenty fifth birthday punctuated with stunning successful track record, in sum re: conscientious, industrious, and unpretentious a whip smart young woman. The above summarized unbiased opinion courtesy me, her sexagenarian birth father, whose aforementioned progeny, she consciously contributes beneficence, eminence, and magnificence thru unbridled aura, charisma, and dogma, she did/doth steadfastly groom. No handbook (as promised by manufacturer to boot ever preceded by Sir-vex gently coaxed courtesy Sir Lance - Alot), nor followed suit leaving nervous dada in the dark spooked by a hoot at onset, when our bundle of joy more valuable than any amount of loot. Never could this recalcitrant baby boomer papa imagine how thee first of our deux daughters, would invite learning me how to comprehend unfamiliar infant signalling siren ear splitting strife, and mandatory pronto reception, unwittingly, opportunistically, ineluctably glorifying, edifying, contributing, enriching, altering for mein kampf. Prior to parturition of our eldest progeny, parent trap posed challenge of lifetime Yukon bet necessitating newly minted father to oblige himself at expense accruing sleep debit cuz baby demanded, obliged, and required his constant attention, whereby he quickly learned how tender loving care proffered on behalf of infant every waking and sleeping second, minute, and quotidian hour took precedence lest guiltiness materialize begetting emotional debt, nevertheless despite initial onset of anticipatory anxiety no pet tee personal issue; burping baby, diapering, swaddling, et cetera forced displacement of mine personal habits, which become secondary, tertiary, quaternary... cuz ye felt helpless to do otherwise, thus natural born instincts found thee to wail away uninterruptedly obviously, seriously and visibly upset to keep figurative whet stone sharp every waking and sleeping moment of prized, loved, and cherished your existence yet. An adjustment mandated yours truly to kickstart incumbent role and immediately adapt to paternal nurture nine months after procreation to refocus shift from self to infant twenty four hours, seven days a week ofttimes lugging stroller and offspring down flight of stairs we occupied a one bedroom flat atop second floor at Pennfield Manor not heaven sent situated within breathing distance of Hatfield slaughterhouse five jumpstarting odoriferous scent when butcher plunged knife into vitals of animal, whose will to live slain creature probably did feebly vent.