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For future reference, there are some pretty amazing shows on TV after 2AM... (just thinking ahead to newborn hours).

And by amazing, I mean, "who the hell watches this crap?!"

Welcome to the "NEW EXCITING!!"


That would be perfect knitting time!!!

You've done the perfect thing! Blog and share with us!!

Also let's remember that the brain going at full speed during the day -- that's EXHAUSTING, even though, physically speaking, you're just sitting around in a chair. Full speed brain + full speed gestating = utterly exhausted.

I'm 7 weeks pregnant, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate your blog (it makes me feel less alone in this). For the last three nights all I could do was collapse on the sofa when I got home from work. Like you, I wanted to go to sleep, but I knew that I had to wait until I could sleep through the entire night. The only thing that unnerves me about this post is that I was hoping it would all get better by the 2nd trimester....

What about a non-strenuous walk? Or meditation?

solitaire plus! on your laptop
free cell
something with lucie in the title

also crossword puzzles

i remember those days...in case misery needed company...but still smilin

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    • L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption. I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.
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