On Wednesday morning, we found out that Barnabas is, in fact, worthy of the name Barnabas (and not Barnabetty or somesuch). Kristen had an extremely thorough ultrasound (I think femurs, skull, ulnas, and spine were all measured), and one shot (which I won’t be posting) showed a very tell-tale sign that he is a he. [...]
In 1992, near the beginning of my junior year of college, a young woman who a friend was madly in love with but who instead loved me (unrequited) stole a kitten from a local ASPCA and gave it to me. (I had no idea that it was stolen; I thought she had paid the $50 [...]
For the past three-and-a-half weeks Kristen has been coughing up a lung (she alternates between the two: right on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; left on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday; on Sunday she rests [naps]). It’s a really terrible thing having the flu, and I can only imagine that it’s about 100-times worse when you’re pregnant [...]
Henry is happiest when he's looking at or playing with or reading about cars and trucks and fire engines and bulldozers -- pretty much anything with wheels or that makes a loud, growly noise. This book has all that (and if you're a little nutty like me, you can add the sound effects).
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