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Worst way ever to wake up: right after having a dream that you went into labor. It’s kind of a let down to wake up to no broken water and contractions and realize it was only a dream.
2.
In some effort to keep up on comments here, I’m holding them in moderation until I have time to respond to them. For the most part, I think it’s working pretty well. I’m making it my goal to respond at the end of the day, so they don’t pile up and up and up and up.
3.
Elise has learned the joys of climbing. I took a video of her climbing on Little One’s box of clothes and was going to post it here, until I realized the clothing box is see through and full of gender-specific clothing. So, cute climbing videos will have to wait until Little One is here, sorry!
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And in addition to climbing, Elise has popped two molars out. Nevermind taking care of the teeth in the front of her mouth, she went right to the back. Greg said it’s because we keep telling her “Grow some molars and we’ll give you some popcorn!” when she sees us eat it. Total toof count: 10. ::sniffle::
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I learned last night that there is only one force possible on this planet to get my Dad to stop watching “Survivor” – and that’s tell him that My Cousin the Movie Star is on a TV show with her husband. I feel bad though, as by the time I called them to watch her character had already come and gone, but at least they got to see her husband.
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Last night Greg and I had our monthly Date Night. We went to a local Mexican place (where the food is authentically Mexican and absolutely amazing), Dairy Queen (the Brownie Batter Blizzard is fabulous), and a grocery store for our favorite snack. I’ve discovered that when you’re gigantically pregnant (and coats don’t zip up anymore), people are really, really nice to you. Or maybe it’s because they’re terrified I’m going to somehow give birth RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
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I’m almost certain about what I’m going to be “doing” for Lent. I have two ideas that are quite complimentary, but haven’t fully decided that “yes, THIS is what I am going to be doing for Lent” or not. I’m hoping to have if figured out by Ash Wednesday, but if not; I’ll be taking it up to my spiritual director and letting him decide. 
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Jen has more 7 Quick Takes over at her blog.
I had a dream that I went somewhere with Matthias, and suddenly was in labor. Like, at 20 weeks. And I had a boy and a girl. They were totally healthy and I think we just went home. WEIRD.
I think that people *should* be nice to pregnant women, but it is hard to know whether a woman is really pregnant until she is, as you put it “gigantically pregnant.” But then again, I don’t really know much about these things.