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08.08.08 - 1:00 p.m. An exciting moment in fetal development: the little bugger has located my bladder and likes to kick me there. I have counterattacked with a little intrauterine babyshaking. If this doesn't work, I may reach in there and pull out some baby feet, to be returned after delivery. Maybe I could keep them on my keychain. You know, for luck. Also, last night I dreamed that I had a really nice, easy, two hour normal spontaneous vaginal delivery and when I was done, I held my baby and said, "That wasn't so bad!" Har. Good one, Subconscious. Also, also, now that I am visibly and undeniably preggers, a significant proportion of my black co-workers have taken to calling me "Mama." As in, "What's up, Mama?" or "How're you feeling, Mama?" I find this very endearing and I think that the various other ethnicities of co-workers should pick up on it. It makes me and my tentative foray into motherhood feel kind of embraced. As in, "Hey, I acknowledge that you're reproducing and I have confidence that you will not leave your baby in the the microwave on a bad day!" (Hopefully they didn't read about the de-footing of the fetus in that earlier paragraph.) Anyway, I'm just saying.
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