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Things That Happen In My Womb
My womb is a special place. I know that’s true because three of my kids are forever asking if they can go there. “Mom,” says my 5-year-old, “can I sweep in yo womb?” “Cael,” I reply, “do you think you can manage to get a broom in my womb? ‘Cause I know I grew twins…
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My Before
Last week, I wrote about Feelin’ Groovy, or choosing to be in a groove instead of in a rut. One of my current, generalized, I’ll-have-no-idea-when-I-actually-achieve-it goals is to live a healthy, active life. That’s been a particular challenge and something that has taken an incredible amount of head space. I was a healthy weight as…
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Stretch Marks And Other Ways To Say I Love You
I went to bed at 6:00pm last night. Sick. Terribly sick. The kids care when I’m sick. Just because they don’t respect my privacy and can’t leave me alone doesn’t mean they don’t care. I mean, they’re in my room every 5 minutes. Caring. They’re right next to the bed, their hot breath in my…