Yesterday my Secret Stork from
july2007babies sent me a present from our baby registry. Man, those cute little hooded towels NEVER GET OLD. I mean, I want one for me - grown-up size. Please? I have a small head. Also, my Secret Stork is awesome because she sent my kid the CHICKEN HAT that I have been drooling over. I shall have to take a photo. I mean, CHICKEN HAT. Also on the list of things I want for myself.
Former Coworker Gina sent us a whole breastfeeding extravaganza, including a Boppy and cover, The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding, and some Lansinoh cream. Man, that girl is always thinking. I just love my crunchy friends.
Speaking of former coworkers, or at least former work, I don't know how anyone can seriously work in Early Intervention and then get pregnant without going nuts. For starters, I was always obsessively watching ultrasounds looking for things like anencephaly and heart defects. And then when I hit 20 weeks I was obsessed about micropreemies, because I worked with so dang many. Now that I've passed the micropreemie stage, all I can think about is IUGR - which gets worse every time someone tells me how "tiny" I am. Because, you know, I can rattle off causes for IUGR like nobody's business and let me tell you, none of them are good.
Too Much Information Girl strikes again!
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Former Coworker Gina sent us a whole breastfeeding extravaganza, including a Boppy and cover, The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding, and some Lansinoh cream. Man, that girl is always thinking. I just love my crunchy friends.
Speaking of former coworkers, or at least former work, I don't know how anyone can seriously work in Early Intervention and then get pregnant without going nuts. For starters, I was always obsessively watching ultrasounds looking for things like anencephaly and heart defects. And then when I hit 20 weeks I was obsessed about micropreemies, because I worked with so dang many. Now that I've passed the micropreemie stage, all I can think about is IUGR - which gets worse every time someone tells me how "tiny" I am. Because, you know, I can rattle off causes for IUGR like nobody's business and let me tell you, none of them are good.
Too Much Information Girl strikes again!