February 2012
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Sometimes...
deep down in my heart of hearts
I’m disappointed that I’m not having a girl
I’m not disappointed that I’m having a boy
just disappointed that I may never have a girl
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20 Weeks!
We’re halfway there, and hopefully not a day more. I’ll have to take my bump pic late because Southey is out of town and Beau is not so great with a camera yet, but I thought I should document this day in some way. Yay!
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Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!
Remember that time I had a baby that was born at 33 weeks? As much as I try to forget about it, my doctors like to remind me. At my appointment yesterday they suggested that I start getting a progesterone shot to help prevent preterm labor this time around. A shot to make my baby grow full term? Sure, I’d like a healthy baby. Then they informed me that I’d have to get those shots...
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January 2012
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erthy-e asked: There is no reply button on your baby blanton blog!
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To find out or not to find out? (gender, that is)
After Beau, Southey and I decided that if we had another baby, we didn’t want to find out the sex until the baby was born. The first reason was because I thought it would save us some money because if it’s a girl, I’d have a hard time resisting the urge to purchase every oversized flower headband I laid eyes on. But the main reason I didn’t want to find out the gender is that I didn’t want to...
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Baby Names
I have about 10 boy names that I love.
Know how many girl names I love? Zero.
Am I the opposite of the norm or what?
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stress level midnight
Throughout my first trimester, I found it difficult to enjoy this pregnancy at all. There are still days where I’m just not sure how to put the stresses aside and focus on the good, and I feel as if I’m constantly sinking deeper and deeper over my head. Immediately upon finding out I was pregnant, I began to feel the stresses of a second pregnancy. How would my small company be able to absorb...
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December 2011
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It all started at the NC State Fair...
While spending Beau’s birthday at the fair, the folks who make money by guessing people’s birth months, weights, and ages started yelling out at me, offering to guess my due date. At first I disregarded it, assuming they were talking to someone around me who was visibly pregnant. Then, when the second person offered to guess my due date, a little seed was planted in my brain. Could I really be...
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