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When they were still PB&J

By On April 13, 2012 · 7 Comments

Pregnant bellies are measured by fundal height. They quit taking that measurement when i was 23 weeks pregnant, measuring at 35 weeks by singleton standards. The OB who measured me that time was impressed by my belly’s width, remarking that I certainly was carrying across rather than outward.

He wasn’t kidding. I gave up [...]

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Carpe diem

By On April 2, 2012 · 8 Comments

Sitting in the theater watching The Hunger Games last night, a scene in which a character dies set my mind off on a not-focusing-on-the-movie tangent.

I really hope that’s what it’s like to die, I thought. Peaceful, bright – and I’d really like to have someone I love in view – someoneS, really – if [...]

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Perform, circus monkeys!

By On March 22, 2012 · 4 Comments

Part of having kids is being entertained by them, right?

But sometimes they won’t perform on cue, so we have to use fancy schmancy technology to document the entertainment.

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Multiplied guilt

By On March 19, 2012 · 14 Comments

I’m a perfectionist. I like to think about things I’ve done and internally debate how to do better next time.

But what if there is no next time? Is there a point to thinking it over and over, finding ways things could (have been) better?

Probably not.

But I do.

I wish I didn’t.

I’m [...]

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Intimidated by to dos

By On March 19, 2012 · 12 Comments

The end of RSV season is coming up, meaning I’ll be more comfortable with venturing out into the big, wide world of germs.

(Yes, germs are necessary evils, but they’re a different sort of evil for preemies. We did a second season of isolation to help avoid hospitalization, which we have!)

With the kiddos growing [...]

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