Alex just headed under the kitchen table, nude from the waist down with his tool box in hand and pronounced "I need to be left alone."
I thought I wouldn't have to worry about this until he was at least double digits in age.
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March 21, 2006
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Gastric Bypass Surgery
- Part One: I was really fat!
- Part Two: Getting ready for the surgery
- Part Three: My plumbing is forever rearranged
- Part Four: Waking up from surgery
- Part Five: The first (and most important) six months
- Part Six: Dude, you're totally pregnant
- Part Seven: Pregnancy after gastric bypass surgery
- Part Eight: Pregnancy (You'll be FINE!)
- Part nine: On food and body image
Probably something just needed a little adustment, you know.
Posted by: Belinda | March 22, 2006 at 02:49 AM