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November 1, 2010

Somehow, in all my months of planning and daydreaming about the Peanut’s arrival and my corresponding maternity leave, I never once considered certain realities.

For example, the sheer volume of laundry a teensy baby goes through. Not to mention the erm, organic output (if you know what I mean) said baby could generate – in a single afternoon.

We’ve gone through 8 diapers – some of them never made it through the installation process – two full outfit changes, a towel, and three receiving blankets. Just in the past two hours.

He’s curled up on my chest right now. Which means that every little gurgle of his stomach fills me with terror…

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