tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post6626124940773633624..comments2023-10-17T02:54:55.895-05:00Comments on Concordian Sisters of Perpetual Parturition: Fears, Blessedly GroundlessRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-57053256987326500472008-04-07T10:56:00.000-05:002008-04-07T10:56:00.000-05:00You're a stay-at-home nursing mother. You'll manag...You're a stay-at-home nursing mother. You'll manage to un-grow this time around, too. Just in time to regrow. I love the cycle.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14546489539063088564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-56329638445218160572008-04-06T20:03:00.000-05:002008-04-06T20:03:00.000-05:00Gauntlets, that's a great way to describe it!(Thou...Gauntlets, that's a great way to describe it!<BR/><BR/>(Though I'm hoping to un-grow into my clothes again :) )<BR/><BR/>Glenda, sounds like you've got some great stories to tell, and it gives me hope to hear that you can already find them funny! It's nice to hear that some of the craziest behavior is eventually outgrown (or at least civilized a bit, ha!).Reb. Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06827521306898397100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-55767149383426811442008-04-06T14:51:00.000-05:002008-04-06T14:51:00.000-05:00The third baby rocks your world, for sure. I'm sti...The third baby rocks your world, for sure. I'm still amazed and bewildered by ours . . . her birth made this whole CSPP thing fit, like I finally grew into my clothes.<BR/><BR/>I am happy for your happiness. Thank you for sharing it. :)Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14546489539063088564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-42648845572645972122008-04-05T16:03:00.000-05:002008-04-05T16:03:00.000-05:00Nice post, it brought back lots of nice memories.M...Nice post, it brought back lots of nice memories.<BR/><BR/>My third one was a joy to me and a great baby, then along came number 4 - spitting up, crying all the time, then as she aged and became walking - fleeing every where; which meant we were always outside yelling her name trying to find her. Out poor neighbors, they probably wondered what sort of pastor's family had just moved in.<BR/><BR/>Oh, well, she is certainly much better now and definitely her "father's joy."Glendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14707408587652111070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-75610657509560534752008-04-05T09:30:00.000-05:002008-04-05T09:30:00.000-05:00Nice thoughts, friend. I'm always tempted to belie...Nice thoughts, friend. I'm always tempted to believe that I'm doing a disservice to my children by bringing home another competitor. But as soon as we meet the new one, I can see what a lie that is. Each one is a completely distinct, lovable little person, and it is just as amazing every time.<BR/><BR/>Our third one was easiest too. Everybody should have a third baby! ;)Rebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.com