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    Our little St. Nick

    This is a tough one to write. Tough enough that I thought I’d perhaps let the blog die a final and unofficial death with that most recent post and just disappear into the recesses of the internet forever. We found out on the feast of St. Nicholas at our 20 week anatomy scan that we lost one of our twins. We’d seen them both apparently healthy and happy on an ultrasound at 16 weeks, and I’d been in the ER with dehydration after a wicked stomach virus ripped through our house during week 19 (and allegedly heard 2 heartbeats via…

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    Double or Nothing

    The past 3 months have among the strangest of my adult life, so you’ll have to excuse my lengthy absence here. I’ve also been the recipient of a bizarre and profound circadian rhythm shift which now has…

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    The freedom to choose life

    A woman who is legally free to procure an abortion is not more free, but less; her circumstance are instantly tried, sentenced, and executed by the court of public opinion, almost from the moment of conception. The…

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    Summer Summery

    I almost titled this post a midsummer night’s scream so, you’re welcome. The “baby” did wake up about eleventy times last night, however, so I would have been justified in so doing. Also, hi, hello. I’ve all…