Monthly Archives: June 2011

Wordless(ish) Wednesday: I Want to be Like Mommy!

I found this while perusing my LiveJournal account and just had to share. 😉 Just one of those things that gets forwarded around the world; I’d forgotten all about it! ___________________ Advertisements

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Purple and Bathrooms (and Weight, OH MY!)

Purple and Bathrooms: the two challenges over the past two weeks at Beth’s place, where she, according to her, should be folding laundry. Boo to laundry! I had enough this week to make a person swear off it forever. Anywho, … Continue reading

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A Second Chance

This is a brief continuation to a piece I wrote last month. If you missed the first part of Haley’s story, it can be found here. ____________________ Haley’s eyes felt heavy, weighted. The air around her was musty and thick … Continue reading

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Rockin’ The Baby!

After I got done Rockin’ The Bump over at Shell’s place, she decided we also needed to Rock The Baby. I mean, it’s only logical, right? So I totally am. All of them. Ok, well, the ones I have photos … Continue reading

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Endlessly Perfected

A sanguine smile covering tears of discontent; always an endearing composure for a thankless audience. Their vacant eyes stare blindly, so quick to accept the façade with neither inquiry nor reservation. After all, surface judgments are easiest when made in … Continue reading

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Rockin’ The Bump!

I’m linking this up with Shell’s post over at Things I Can’t Say because, honestly, who doesn’t love showing off the baby bump? Ok, maybe a lot of people don’t, but I’m not one of them. My belly was always … Continue reading

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Still Empty

I paused in front of the mirror, turning, inspecting the fabric and its uncomfortably close relationship with my skin. Every curve outlined. Every flaw accentuated. No matter my apparent need for them, I had grown weary long ago of compliments. … Continue reading

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