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She’s the primary reason for my week-long silence ( and bloodshot eyes and bushy eyebrows AND overgrown toenails – oh dear, I just described Big Foot didn’t I?
But “I went all natural” bragging rights are not enough to persuade me at this point UNLESS I get a plaque made in my honor and can successfully mention it in every conversation I have till death or menopause, whichever comes first.I still need to find a good meatloaf recipe, but I’m also excited about trying to cook Shepard’s Pie. Rachel West lives in the Virginia mountains, where she dotes on her loving partner and their two cats and works in a job that is much less exciting than writing about boys in love. I was an injured zombie (though zombies are by definition, injured, so I guess I was an ideal zombie). That being said, Winter 2010 will mostly be remembered for the shock and excitement of discovering that I was pregnant. Whether it’s just you and your mate, or you, your mate and the kids, having breakfast/lunch/dinner is always something that needs to be done.
As usual, the appointment began with the command to pee in a cup whereupon I proceeded to give one of my worst performances to date (I was running late and didn’t have enough time to drink the gallon of water it would take to satisfy those cut-throats). Now, I knew that this wasn’t going to be pretty… my eating habits had taken a turn for the worse ever since I realized that the “I’m eating for two” excuse was about to become null and void. And now I’ve noticed that with this question hanging over my head, every pain I have has become a test of whether or not I’ll get meds during labor. You might get ALL DAY sickness or 24/7 torture or round-the-clock nausea but you will NOT get any such thing as a considerate sickness that kindly restricts itself to the morning hours.
A Black bloke named Nigel Knight (not the famous local guy listed in IMDb) drives around the UK (supposedly) to feature amateur housewives having sex for his camera, though obvious ringers spoil this fiction. At the end of the day (and any monologue that might ensue following the big question), I must conclude that I’m just one of those annoying people who refuses to commit one way or the other. It was almost as if she knew we had been allowed to take her home and she was trying to warn someone, ANYONE, that we were rookies at this parenting thing and had no business being allowed to take a newborn home.
Two of the ladies are plumpers, perhaps earning a living as sex workers, but maybe amateurs after all.We now know a little bit more about exactly what's wrong (most significantly, he doesn't have any fine motor control with his mouth - he's only making wide, sweeping motions to produce sounds which is similar to what a 6-9 month old would do). In my defense I had been up for a full hour in the wee hours of the morning with false labor pains). I want them to understand the world, and I want them to be disciplined so they don’t act like little shitheads whenever I go somewhere public. Will says he's the strong, silent type and uses his smile to get him out of having to speak - it works ;) (I'd like to note that it's hard to capture his adorable smile because every time he sees me taking a picture he comes running after me. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't do a little post about Michael after my recent ones about Joseph and John?
Imagine having hot flashes, fatigue, swollen joints and an increasingly ballooning body in the dead heat of summer. Will's first day back to work I took all three boys to Toys R Us and bought a baby pool in the hopes that I'd be able to relax in the backyard while the older boys wore themselves out.After 10 hours or so of this torture (ok, maybe it was more like 10 seconds) she settled on my number for the day. awkward silence while I consider lying about what time I woke up but then decide that she’s my doctor and not my father so, whatever* YES.
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