I'm trying our a new concept that goes something along the lines of "don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good". Here is a [not so very] good blog post that doesn't even attempt to explain another 4 months of internet silence. - 1 -
It only seems right to start with a long overdue pic of my gigantic 4 (FOUR?!) month old.
I promise he wears clothes sometimes.
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Still can't top his mom's girth at 4 months.
But minus some of the rolls, he kinda looks like me - no?
First things first: I'm still here, and I'm still pregnant. 36 weeks and 3 days to be exact, which is when I delivered Emeric. In the interest of publishing all of my previous birth stories before I accumulate another one, I present to you: the never before told story of Clare's entrance into the world as we know it.
(I'm not sure why Clare's birth story hasn't been told for the internet yet - probably because she's getting the classic middle child treatment - but in my defense I just found an old journal where I actually wrote down the whole tale a week after her delivery, something that I did NOT do with any of the other children at any point. So there ya go, Clare.)
The usual birth story disclaimers apply - you know, like: "This is a birth story. It will contain the story of an actual human birth. Proceed with caution."