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Mr. MarshMueller and I recently celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary. He sent me flowers at work (for the first time), we went to dinner, and we spent the remaining week reminiscing about when we were first married.  We were basking in the lovey glow that these types of celebrations tend to bring, when our love bubble was violently punctured by a co-worker. As I was carrying my vase of a dozen red roses to my car on a Friday evening, a gossipy co-worker asked the occasion for the flowers. I told her, and then she proceeded to ask me, “So…are you guys going to have kids?’

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