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> Sometimes, mostly thanks to all the Baby Story watching I am doing (it coincides with our new one nap a day schedule so tends to be on in the background) I wonder what labor is really like with an epidural.
> Not that I am planning on getting one. But I just wonder, ya know?
> On the way hone from the park the other day, Nana was with us and carrying Ev who didn't want to be in the stroller. Then they fell. Clearly, she is fine, but in the moment I didn't freak out. Pretty proud that I have retained my cool head even when it involves my kiddos.
> Now, when I *imagine* things happening to my kiddos...that's a different story. Thanks pregnancy hormones for all these nutso dreams.
> I am sort of blogging right now to avoid doing laundry. Meh.
> Ev slept until 7 am today. Please let this trend continue. Amen.
> Sometimes I dream about labor. Preparing for labor and delivery is so much different now that I have been through it. Sweet naivete, how I miss thee. I alternate between "I can't believe I am going to do that again" and "Eh, NBD. I've rocked this before."
> We reserved a spot for New Baby's feet on the wall at the Midwifery at my last appointment. Right near Ev's. Squee!
> Now there is a new episode of Baby Story on. She just did it naturally with nary a sound. Don't think I'll ever manage that feat. Ha. ;)
Baby's up. Gotta run.
Evelyn Rae is fourteen months old, I am eighteen weeks along with Baby Ferris
...and I have been craving pickles. How freaking stereotypical is that?