the pieces of my life

It seems every day I get another e-mail about another friend who’s had a baby. This week there were two of them, most notably a friend from home, Rachel, who had a beautiful son, Max. I’ve decided that in deference to the thirty zillion people we know having babies (I can quickly think of nine babies born since November and I’m sure if I thought about it I could come up with even more) that, even though I’ll always be thinking it, I shall no longer refer (outside of family, I mean) to the Doodlebug as the cutest baby ever. It’s a small sacrifice to make to keep all those new hormonal moms happy.

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