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Monthly Archives: September 2010
Colonel Mustard Did It
I can tell that with a baby, we will become quite connoisseurs of poo, and all poo-related phenomena. For instance, when you prepare to become parents, you may be lucky enough to get a chart from your hospital of choice … Continue reading
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Tagged French's Yellow Mustard, Grey Poupon, mustard, poo, Rainman, Saggy Baggy Elephant, Sherwin Williams, Stevie Wonder
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I shat the sheriff…
Poor Will. Brave Will. Will the good sport. He has become the champion of diapers. It seems an almost tacit agreement that since I’m entirely responsible for Stella’s dining experience (Input), that he will take the other end (Output). It’s … Continue reading
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Tagged Abbott and Costello, diapers, Input, Ouput, pee, poo, Three Stooges
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Harry Potter meets Pig Pen
The first full day home has been an experience, but I guess that goes without saying. Stella pretty much cut up all night long. It’s amazing what you learn and learn quickly. After feeling a bit cocky about how well-provisioned … Continue reading
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Tagged bomb, debris, diapers, fatigue, Harry Potter, Jimmy Dean, pillow, poo, swollen feet
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Random
Early thoughts and observations on early parenthood: 1) The most motivating sound in the world is a screaming baby. There are no lengths you will not go to in order to resolve that sound as quickly as possible. 2) In … Continue reading
A “star” is born
A little over 48 hours ago, I delivered our little girl by a scheduled c-section. While I’m certainly not going to relate the gory details, I did figure I’d jot down some random thoughts and observations. I was terrified going … Continue reading
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Tagged Braveheart, c-section, epidural, homecoming, hospital
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Last day (sorry, no witty title this time)
This is officially my last full day of being pregnant. It’s quite an odd thing, really, to think that my body will lose its tenant in such a short time, and that in just over 24 hours, we’ll finally get … Continue reading
Spawn and Quartered?
I knew that eventually my white-coat syndrome would kick in and that my nerves would present themselves. For those of you who missed it, I HATE doctors. If I were empress, they would all be forced to wear either a … Continue reading
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Tagged Braveheart, c-section, eviscerate, Mel Gibson, nerves, Nurse Ratched, The Green Mile
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Wii-tarded
I noticed this morning as I lumbered to the office from the parking garage that my stomach definitely is in its own zip code. It reaches my destination about 2 seconds before the rest of my body. They say that … Continue reading
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Tagged active, ankle, obese, pain, swelling, weight gain, Wii, Wii Fit
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Gestate a mile in my shoes…..
For whatever reason, lately I’ve had a lot of questions and comments from people (men and women) about what being pregnant feels like. (I’ve also had a lot of questions along the lines of “You still haven’t had that thing?!” … Continue reading
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Tagged anaerobic, bladder, breathing, electrodes, fetal movement, intestines, lamprey, lungs, pregnancy, python, Richard Simmons, SCBA, stomach
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Mother-morphosis
I think reality is hitting – that we will be parents in one week (plus a few hours). While I can’t speak exactly for Will, I know his anxiety is creeping up a bit. I know mine is. So far, … Continue reading