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12/12/2011

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Best advice for those "getting-to-that-point" jeans... Get a ponytail holder, loop it through the button hole, and then you can take the other end to hook around the button. Instant stretchy waist, and at least 2-3 more weeks of those jeans/pants!! (I'll send you a pic so you know what I'm talking about.)

What's crazy to me is that it feels like 15 days (easy for me to say, I realize). This baby is going to be here FAST. If that makes ME nervous, I can't imagine how you must feel!

I'm 13 weeks today and off for my first scan! From the uk so it's really interesting seeing the us/uk differences! It's lovely reading your blog!!

Has your iron level been checked? I was even more tired the second trimester than I was the first, until my doctor realized I was anemic. Then I started taking iron (Slow Fe brand) and it made a WORLD of difference. xoxo

15 weeks-time flies and time stands still...sometimes at the same time...
maternity clothes are so chic now...and you there in shopping paradise...downside is lingerie...panties the size of spinnakers but they do come in black so there's that.....15 weeks old...amazing isn't it? be well

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