Right around Christmas last year, when Olivia was about a month old, I was asked by several people if we were going to take her to see Santa. I wasn’t really feeling it, because 1) she was tiny and 2) I didn’t want to stand in line waiting at the…
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Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too. One of the things Olivia and I did whenever it was nice out during the day was go on walks. We’re lucky that we live by so many parks, three within walking distance,…
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Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too. Olivia is in what I call the “Puppy Dog” phase. Let me explain. She’s been into picking anything up off the floor, carpet lint, dog hair… questionable crumbs…. and sticking it into her…
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Last Thanksgiving, Olivia was a bit too young to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner. In fact, she was just 8 days old. I was overly-hormonal, exhausted, and in pain from my C-section. But so happy. So very, very happy. Ironically, I have no pictures of Chris and I with Olivia… must have…
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Upon entering into our third in vitro fertilization (IVF) cycle, my husband and I knew this was the last time trying for a baby with my own eggs. We had months to discuss it beforehand, weighing our options, and finally came to the conclusion that if that final cycle failed, donor eggs would be…
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