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Preggie's Why I Love Or Hate Being Pregnant Video Contest




There are only a couple of days left to enter Preggie's first video contest - Why I Love Or Hate Being Pregnant - and have a chance to win some sweet baby gear.

Preggie is the dedicated free mobile "moms-to-moms" social app for new, expectant and experienced mothers, in which the community as a whole shares experiences, photos, funny stories or emotional vents, and moms answer each other's questions and offer support and advice during what is, for many, one of the most challenging times in their lives.

You can download the free Preggie app for iOS or Android here: preggieapp.com

To enter the contest, just shoot a brief video (you have to be a mom, you don't have to be pregnant!), then check out Preggie's YouTube channel for details of how to submit it, either via Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (make sure to tag the video as instructed on Preggie's YouTube channel) - or share it directly with Preggie via Dropbox by emailing charong@preggieapp.com

Here's Charong with more details of the contest on Preggie's YouTube channel:




Have fun and good luck!



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