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  • He Can't Eat, Walk, or Talk Yet. But…

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    I learned a few things while at the doctor’s office today. For starters, I am only 35 weeks and 6 days. That means I potentially have to live this way for another 5 weeks. I wasn’t particularly pleased with this realization. And I can’t get my weeks straight for the life of me. But I…

  • 36 Weeks. (Woe is Me)

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    I’ve been tasked with finding a pediatrician by tomorrow. I’ve known about this for two weeks but I’ve totally ignored this impending deadline. As much as I’d like to use the pediatrician at my current OBGYN, it’s not the easiest place to get to especially with a newborn. I can’t take a newborn on the…

  • I Love The Smell of Chemicals In the Morning.

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    Last week we went to Ikea to pick up a dresser for the baby. We ended up getting a bunch of stuff we’ve needed for years. Right after checkout, my job was to pull the car into the loading area so that Tobyjoe could try and maneuver 800 dollars worth of stuff into our fairly…

  • No. I'm Not Gonna Do It. I Changed My Mind.

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    There was a period of time when I was a young ‘n where my family and my Aunt’s family (on my father’s side) visited the water themed amusement park known as Action Park. (In 1998, under new ownership, the name changed to Mountain Park.) Not only was Action Park notorious for its concentration of rednecks,…

  • Off Spring

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    Have you ever had one of those nightmares where the person you love no longer loves you? And when you try and talk to them about it your words fall on deaf ears. There’s no rational (or irrational) way you can make them change their mind, no protest large enough, no sentence true enough. Yet…

  • Fathers and Mothers of Sons, I Need You.

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    Last night I lay awake in bed thinking about having a son. I knew all along it was a boy, just had that feeling. But now that there is no doubt, it’s as if I decided to fill that area once reserved for anticipation with worry. I would have done this over having a baby…

  • Well, World…

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    It’s a boy. I cute little beaner boy. With a profile. And a penis. And he likes to box. I can’t be certain, but I think I see a Tobyjoe nose in this shot: This shot is almost x-rated: To celebrate, I had my eyebrows waxed.

  • Grave Expectations

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    I woke up agitated, my shirt soaked in sweat. I woke up and had to pee. I woke up to 150 comment spam but only seven had slipped by the guard. And in the midst of all that had been approved, there were some really hateful, retro comments as well. I never know what to…

  • BCC + YOU = BFF

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    This post is also going to send a wave of paranoia over some folks. It’s not meant to. I’m not necessarily talking about you. If you’re guilty of anything I write about, it doesn’t make you a bad person or someone I dislike. In fact, I have been guilty of some of these crimes as…

  • Whoever Was Using This Email.

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    I read a Raymond Carver story when I was in college. It’s about a husband and wife who are woken abruptly in the middle of the night to a ringing phone. The distraught female caller has the wrong number. Unable to fall asleep after the call – tucked somewhere between too early and too late…