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02/22/2012

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twenty-five weeks, yay, yay, yay!!!! as for the rest: all in good time. (and a pedicure immediately ;-))

Ha! I so rarely get my nails done in real life, but I made appointments for pedicures AND manicures right before giving birth, both times. You should do the same. Remember -- not only are your feet up in stirrups for several hours, but then there will be billions of pictures taken of YOUR HANDS holding Little Girl.

And again, I must say -- wow, other people's pregnancies speed by so quickly!

pedicure a must before leaving the country...what if you find those perfect sandals? start that charm bracelet...she's already a world traveler.

Sarah, I love your blog. That Little Girl doesn't know yet how lucky she is to have such a cool and talented mum.
Apart from the story of your pregnancy which is so captivating I love the journey of your house re-modelling. Where's are your entries that tell about your decision to stay in your lovely home? Its a theme close to my heart and somehow I lost the thread at some point.
Wishing you and Little Girl all the v best and that includes all the manicures and pedicures; don't hold back.
V best wishes
Dr. Ruth

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