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May 25, 2005

I'm going to be scarce for a bit. Family things and then Julia.

I had the saddest treadmill walk ever last night. 1 mph, bare feet, and a grumpy, feverish baby slinging to me in a sling. She'd cry any time I put her down so I started a slow walk to try to soothe her to sleep.

Doc appt this morning -- basically keep doing what we are doing and let it run it's course.

If Julia asks me to sling her I know she's feeling bad. :(

posted by Em @ 10:34 AM   |