Eleven hours of labor with a failed epidural made for a quick albeit intense and overwhelming night, with puke dripping from my face, clothing, and hospital sheets during every couple of contractions. I do not do well in moments of in-between of discussion, delay, fermenting, saving, or waiting. I like to just do the work. Roll up my shirt sleeves.

Been successful has created an inferiority complex amongst the Twin Cities faithful, which is the base of my particular strain of Sports Anguish.

Seven, eight and nine months of James. Size 3 diapers and 9-18 months clothes. First two teeth are out on the bottom. Those popped out at about 8 months. You also slept through the night for mama! .