Monthly Archive: April 2010

I just have to take a minute to brag about my little boy. When Marc and I first discussed getting pregnant again, one of the hurdles we were concerned about was that Sam still seemed so young. How could I have another baby when he was still so needy? But in the past nine months …

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Yesterday, Marc stayed home from work. We had been at the hospital so late that we were both exhausted and it just made sense. After taking Jess to school, he gave me benedryl and sent me back to bed and I slept for two whole glorious hours. He and Sam played a board game and …

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It’s obvious to me that I’m never going to have this child, but will live the rest of my life huge, sore, irritable and unhappy. I was in there last night until after 1:00, and then they sent me home. The new trick to dealing with contractions is to take a lovely benedryl/tylenol cocktail and …

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I walked my little heart out today – and have been having contractions for a couple of hours now. I’m staying home as long as I can because I don’t want to go and be sent home again, but these feel real. Will keep you posted…

I’m cleaning today. Marc wanted to have the girls over night last night, and invited our friend’s daughter to spend the night as well (on the theory that when you’ve got four, you might as well have five). Everyone had a wonderful time, including me, because when they started to make me crazy with the …

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Although not for lack of trying… I’ve done stairs, I’ve walked, I’m bounced, I’ve lunged, I’ve prayed, I’ve talked to spirit guides, I’ve whined, I’ve moaned, I’ve had so much water I’m ready to drown and I’m flat out exhausted. And I’ve got nothing. Absolutely nothing. A couple of piddling little contractions, some hard core …

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I walked my little heart out yesterday, and am planning on a busy day of stair climbing, birth ball bouncing, vigorous vacuuming, deep knee lunges and whatever else I can come up with. My mother is coming to pick me up and we’re going to walk, walk, walk all morning. Well, she’s going to be …

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My gorgeous girl getting ready to go to dance class. Marc teaching Sam how to ride his bike – Sam claims he was “born to bike.”

That’d be me. I’m trying – if wishful thinking counted for anything, this baby would have been born a week ago. I went in yesterday for my weekly appointment, and I’m a good two centimeters (whereas last week, I was sort of, maybe, a wishy-washy two) and her head is definitely down and engaged. Cindy …

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That’s how we handle the tooth fairy in our house. Her name is Marigold, and her brother’s name is Eagle Feather (strangely enough). And our tooth fairy is very, very smart, and she knows that our kids are also very, very smart, so she doesn’t give out a lot of money, she gives out books …

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