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That's a lotta years of incontinence and swollen ankles

Some woman announced her latest pregnancy on NBC's Today Show in anticipation of Sunday's Mother's Day celebrations. Big woo, you say?

It is when this pregnancy will be her 16th. Michelle Duggar and her husband, Jim Bob (keep that name in mind...you might know where this story is going) from Arkansas (yep), have 17 natural children, ranging in age from 20 years to 9 months. Included in the mix are 10 boys and seven girls — Joshua, twins Jana and John-David, Jill, Jessa, Jinger, Joseph, Josiah, Joy-Anna, twins Jedidiah and Jeremiah, Jason, James, Justin, Jackson, Johannah and baby Jennifer, who arrived last Aug. 2.

Jeezuz.

Dad's a former state legislator; both mom and dad are real estate agents. NBC says they claim their family is debt-free, with the entire bunch helping to build their 7,000-square-foot home in Tontitown. And they are enriched by a devout faith in their religion, an evangelical Christian movement called Quiverful.

More commonly known by its motto: "Birth control, shmirth control" or its unwritten philosophy: "God told us to go at it like rabbits."

That woman's got to be one giant stretch mark. Do you realize how many years of her life she's been lactating? How many kids was it before she stopped trying to remember their names and just called them all "J-hey you"?

Most of all, I'd like to know how Michelle and Jim Bob find the time to do the deed.

I fell into a sleep-deprived stupor just reading the story.

Comments

Linda Margaret said…
Wow, that is a lot of children. I'm all for big, supportive families, but is that healthy for the mother? There's such a thing as being too fertile, maybe....

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