The Little Mr., Declan, decided to make his grand appearance in the world on Friday, August 8th at 38 weeks and 5 days. I’m completely smitten with him! He’s so little, at 5lbs 11oz, that the “newborn” clothes are horribly baggy on him, but I know that all too quickly he’ll outgrow…
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19 days and counting down. This child feels as though he’ll never arrive, and at the same time I stare at that number and think it can’t be right. But then I try to move and it’s glaringly obvious – I am most definitely 37 weeks pregnant. This is not…
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Well, I’m 30. I’m not exactly happy about it, but not sad, either. Ambivalent, I think, is the word. This year is a definite change from last year and the year before. It’s been a less-than-exciting day and just a part of a less-than-exciting week. The most excitement I’ve had…
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The grass needs mowed, the garden weeds tamed, and the porch swept. The house needs cleaned, laundry needs done, the baby room still isn’t finished… but sometimes you just have to take an hour or three to sit on the porch and enjoy the rain. Miss Molly and…
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Monday. The day that felt like it would never come fast enough and, yet, did as life threw us one curve ball after another. Before I knew it I was sitting in the waiting room, practically bursting with excitement, anxious to get back to a room at the doctor’s office…
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It’s been a week full of mostly “downs” – both our car and truck have managed to break down, leaving us without transportation this weekend save for the car my sister is letting me borrow (which is in worse shape than our own two, I might add, so we can’t…