Category Archives: birth story

Mostly Bass, Some Treble

Guys, I’m not fat.  I realize that.  But I am fatter.  I am a recovering skinny girl who still shops and dresses like a skinny girl.  It’s not until I find myself in a changing room stuck in a pair … Continue reading

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Birth Story: Part Three and a Half (Because It’s Really, Really Long)

**So, up until this point, if you were squeamish or male, reading my birth story was probably not too uncomfortable for you.  That’s about to change, so if you fit either one of those two categories, I’ll let you know … Continue reading

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