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If I had thought to get my pregnancy journal, I could have written about every day of my first pregnancy.  I’m thinking after I’m done talking about my second, I might take a look back and throw you some random baby days.

I got a book called “The Pregnancy Journal” and insisted on getting and writing in the same book with my second child.  I am the youngest of four and while I understand how hard it is to balance family and pregnancies, when my grandmother passed (it means died, not gas), we spent a week cleaning out her house.

What we found was about 6 billion pictures of the first born, 4.5 billion of the second, 2 billion of the third and approximately four pictures of me.  Four pictures.

My baby album, while adorable, actually has pictures of my sister in it because she and I looked so much alike at birth.  If I wasn’t told differently (by her), I would still believe it was  me.   It also contained pictures of my teenage brother skateboarding.  He must have needed an album to put pictures in and mine had plenty of space.

Not having any pictures didn’t diminish the love I felt growing up.  What it did was remind me when I got pregnant with Joshua that I needed to treat the pregnancies the same. (more…)

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I’m eating whatever the fuck I want and as much of it as possible for the next six days.  I am currently in the process of making these kick ass chicken nuggets I almost don’t want to share with my children, leftover rice that tasted average but I could give a shit because I’ve got a half gallon of cookies n cream with a barrel of chocolate sprinkles ready to be dumped on the brownies coming out of the oven.

If you want to read a tragic story that I somehow tossed humor into, read the post from Monday that says it’s sad.

My dog wants so badly to bark at and hate our FedEx and UPS delivery guys but they bring him treats (they come here a lot, they’ve learned) and now my dog seems almost depressed that he can’t act all bad ass when they bring me shit.

I hate microwave beeps.  I know I made something, I’m the hungry one.  I’m not opening the door because I’m busy blogging or tweeting or something.  Fuck off microwave. (more…)

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Telling the story of my first trimester from having Joshua doesn’t start the best way.  I actually got pregnant before I was pregnant with him and since I wished that I was able to tell my family about my first pregnancy in person, I decided to take my son on a twelve hour road trip to Syracuse to be able to have the experience I always wanted.

That pregnancy made me pee a lot and I refused to stop every thirty minutes and wake my two year old up so yes, I totally rocked the depends.

Let me tell you, that is SO WEIRD.  I’m a huge fan of peeing in showers (and certain bar sinks where I just can’t go near the toilet) and in bushes and I heard I once peed while standing in line to get in a bar (it was in a cement thing with bushes in it.  My 30th birthday.  Four Irish Car Bombs.  I woke up the next morning with leaves in my panties) but for some reason peeing in a giant pad while driving at night just weirded me out.

I still did it though.  A bunch of depends and a grocery bag and I peed every half hour.  I had to.  It never stopped being weird. (more…)

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