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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: November 2014
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Rereading my post about making Shep go naked because I wasn't prepared reminded me of our very similar experience at church yesterday. Links to this post. I just finished reading Adventures in Tandem Nursing. I should probably be a member of La Leche League so I can get borrowing privileges to such titles and maybe be a part of a community with some other women who have had similar experiences with nursing. But we've kept at it anyway. Why? I guess because...
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: February 2014
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. I quit my job and my last day was three weeks ago tomorrow. That seems crazy to me because my life has felt like this since then: recovering from the serious disaster that I let our apartment deteriorate into (because I was quitting soon), going to Seattle, and then being sick. I'm not sure if I feel like I have adjusted to our new normal yet. People have asked me what I will do now that I'm not working. I guess I could have said I'm now doing freelanc...
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: March 2014
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Choosing not to "have it all". I'm reading Jennifer Senior's All Joy and No Fun. Is tyrannized by the idea of its own potential" (pg. 41). I think, "Maybe I should be working and earning money right now! If I'm not, I'm worthless! But me working from home, especially as the demands at work seemed ever-increasing, was too much for me and my family. Even though theoretically, my child's needs come first, often work's call was more urgent and. At its core, I ...
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: December 2014
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Apparently I am the type of pregnant woman whose gestation period is longer than average, and also one who gains more weight than average. Last time I stepped on the scale (three days ago), I had officially amassed 50 pounds of weight I don't normally carry. My "due date" has come and gone, and those things are dumb, but am I ever going to go into labor on my own? Links to this post. Oh, the toddler. But then there are moments where he is so unbearably cut...
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: advice
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Do you ever feel like you are not in a great position to receive advice? Probably because I'm quite prideful and am my own worst enemy, I feel like this quite often. As baby time draws near (I wish I knew how near! Rachel / Maybe Matilda. I think my main issue with receiving parenting advice is that it is almost always so insultingly general and unhelpful. Oh, give Shep a doll to prepare him for a baby! Dont you want grandkids someday? I am really hoping t...
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: another pantsless party
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Rereading my post about making Shep go naked because I wasn't prepared reminded me of our very similar experience at church yesterday. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). We were headed home late last night and Shep was r. My sweet friend came to visit me today and we had . An outlet right now. The little red house. Throw Grammar from the Train. This one's still kicking. Dave and Jana Dixon. Luke and Andrea Perkins. Jon and Kristi Harmon. GEt iN tHe KItCh.
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: 40 + 3
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Apparently I am the type of pregnant woman whose gestation period is longer than average, and also one who gains more weight than average. Last time I stepped on the scale (three days ago), I had officially amassed 50 pounds of weight I don't normally carry. My "due date" has come and gone, and those things are dumb, but am I ever going to go into labor on my own? Im sorry its been so rough for you lately! December 28, 2014 at 9:25 PM. Oh, the toddler.
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: lost things
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Maybe this is TMI but I've been having nipple problems lately. I've diagnosed myself with Reynaud's syndrome/nipple vasospasms and I blame this condition on nursing during pregnancy. Probably women's bodies were not evolutionarily designed for nursing and gestating babies at the same time. I defy you, evolution! Consequences, though, have not all been pleasant. This is all to say that I bought these nursing pads. December 5, 2014 at 2:14 PM. I had those sa...
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: Is your spouse #1?
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Is your spouse #1? Over the past little while, I've noticed a couple of things crop up around the Internet about putting your spouse before your kids and how important that is to your marriage and for your kids, as well. I'm interested in thoughts about this. Everything I have read seems to suggest that if you don't willfully prioritize your spouse's needs above your child(ren)'s, then you are in some need of adjustment. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: September 2014
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Oh and sorry about . . . I sent my brother, who is staying with us, on an errand to fetch my husband from the TRAX station. I think Jon is usually a little reluctant about doing my bidding (although to his credit, he's often compliant), but I'm sure it didn't help when I said, "ok thanks and sorry about the barf i left in the civic.". Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Oh and sorry about . . . The little red house. Throw Grammar from the Train.