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Oh my, how long has it been? Quite a long spell, because I have two children and am precariously perched back in the land of the living.

Let's see, I had a fantastic natural childbirth in July 2010 at The Puget Sound Birth Center Yes, I used the words fantastic and natural in the same sentence. I know this will sound like a cliche, but it was a life-changing experience. Even the prenatal care was thorough and empowering. The center itself is warm and inviting, and the staff is beyond supportive. I came away from it knowing I could conquer most anything I set my mind to. Which right now is eating Nutella from the jar with a butter knife because I ran out of crackers.

Anyway, coming away from that experience-with no stitches, no 2-week headache, I remembered most every detail of the entire labor and birth, felt instantly connected to and in love with my new baby boy-made me wonder if nearly an entire generation of women has been robbing themselves of this important biological and emotional experience. What are the ramifications of this? Both for the women personally and for society? Not to mention how much cheaper it was than a hospital birth!

What happened next, um, it's a bit of a blur, but somehow I now have a happy, healthy, spunky 15-month old who thinks his big, 5 year old brother is the cat's meow. There were a few bumps along the way, Griffin had Torticollis and required some physical therapy. Once again I had milk supply issues, despite trying every known method to increase production, short of prescription medication, with no luck. I gave it a good effort for 6 months and then fully surrendered to formula. Everyone was fine.

Oh! I had my gall bladder removed in September, it finally stopped working altogether(Literally. Testing revealed it was functioning at 0%)and was causing me a hell of a lot of pain and discomfort. Remember my earlier post about buying a girdle? Now, I'm not saying that I've got washboard abs here, but that darned malfunctioning gallbladder was the main cause of my midsection woes. Crazy.

Most days I manage to leave the house fully clothed and even groomed. I usually remember to put the kids in the car, too.

Well, that's all for now.l I've got a high chair tray to clean. Again.