The development of the puppies, the development of the baby, the development of Change Proposals.
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A week that called for all my unionista powers of determination and tenacity was offset, on Twitter, by my continuous and cheerful babbling about puppies and babies.
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The puppies were photogenic; the weather was hot; the Olympics were on TV.
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Lots of puppy photos and news from the latest scan of Average Baby.
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By curious coincidence, Miss Megan Wegan and I share not only the same name but also the same birthday, which a quick perusal of the archives here will reveal is soon. Readers of the other Megan will be aware that she has not been having the best time of late, but also that her zest for life incorporates a keen sense of fashion.
As one who has previously been dressed by proxy at Megan’s blog, I thought it timely that I attempt to return the favour.
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In which I play with — and then delete — my @brightkite account, and uphold my reputation as a Crazy Dog Lady.
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17 February, 2010
in O internet, at home, commentatrix, dogs, in Aotearoa, we are family
Adventures with Average Baby
This spring-and-summer pregnancy is already twice the length of its winter predecessor, and as different, thereby, as two things of the same kind can be. Not least among these differences was the way in which we passed the first eleven weeks in a kind hopeful lockdown, wary to put too much pressure on the future to carry hope that might yet be redundant again.
The brain, the spine, the beating heart that was our gift before Christmas opened the door to a different kind of experience, territory as unknown as the very notion of being pregnant was the first time around. The tremendous good fortune whereby my morning sickness (a most inadequate moniker) receded by New Year has given me back my old ability to think about anything other than how terrible I feel (and the accompanying certainty that nobody understands or cares sufficiently) and something of a hopeful forward-gaze.
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