My husband has asked me one hundred times if I could pick an OB in the area that we live in as opposed to my regular OB (the one that delivered Monkey). I put up a fight at first – I mean, I’m the one having the baby. I should be the one that picks [...]
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I was eating a pepperoni and pineapple pizza. I remember it so vividly. I was sitting on the floor in the living room, with the pizza on the coffee table. Trying pineapple on my pizza was the last “trick” to getting labor going. I ate pizza, the power went out, and then fell asleep on [...]
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