It is 4 p.m. on Saturday and I am sitting in bed with Violet. I am freshly showered and her little belly is full. Sounds nice but it means I surrendered my to do list. It is laying outside covered by my tiny powdery opponent. I was bested by what Sophia calls the Flying Yellow [...]
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I have changed shape. Nothing fits me. Well, I should re-phrase. I can put my pants on and I can get them up and I can even zip and button most of them but something is not right. Yes, I have an 8 week old baby. That is what I have been telling myself. That [...]
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