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*uppity date: I am conquering my desire to remain abed and stuff my face with my heritage. Yes, my genes likely gave me bipolar NOS. However, they also gave me the INABILITY to remain abed. So, while I-though I pray not-may stuff my face, I am so fortunate as to be unable to do what I fantasized in the previous post. I'll be back tomorrow. You're not that lucky. Har. Har.*

I am so grateful though that I can get out of bed. And have been able to through everything but the first trimester of my pregnancies. It's the worst thing in the world if you can't.

*photo by Soo-Sun*
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  1. AnonymousApril 19, 2010 at 2:21 PM

    I spent the last 4.5 months of my last pregnancy on bedrest, and it is so much worse than anyone can imagine. It was, of course, totally worth it... but so difficult.

    I'm glad you're getting out of bed.

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  2. AnonymousApril 19, 2010 at 3:58 PM

    Was it my threat to keep my eye on you?

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  3. AnonymousApril 19, 2010 at 6:09 PM

    You keep right on conquering!!

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  4. TamiApril 19, 2010 at 10:49 PM

    Keep on keeping on! That is what we do.

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