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One of the many projects I've been working on recently is a set of discussions called Momversations with a group of other lovely mothers including Maggie and Alice and Rebecca. Once or twice a week we all sit down by ourselves in our own homes across the country and talk into a camera about a different topic, and in the last month we've covered pregnancy weight gain, balancing work and motherhood, celebrity gossip, and sex after baby. Sometimes this can be weird because I'm always in the room by myself talking to this little piece of electronic equipment, and if you were standing on the other side of the door you would totally think I was talking to myself. Not that creepy when I'm discussing the grocery budget (maybe a little bit), but it did seem inappropriate to talk to a tiny machine about my vagina. Let's be honest, there's a time and a place for that kind of disclosure, and that place is on a blog in front of hundreds of thousands of strangers.

I didn't know what to expect when I signed up for this, and fortunately everything about the experience has been really pleasant. Everything except for having to put on make-up several times a week. I know, that's a total First World complaint, how about I amputate a couple of my limbs or have a giant tree fall through my living room and then see how much w

I tell you whatYesterday

I know I am totally going to jinx this by bringing this up, but if this winter continues with the theme of the last couple of months, I may just have to take back everything horrible I've ever said about Utah. AND THAT COULD TAKE A WHILE. There haven't been any major snowstorms, at least not ones that required Jon to plow the driveway for two hours, and I haven't yet had to break out the BIG coat. I know it's still early, but this trend bodes well. The rain we had this morning bodes well. So I'll go ahead and start with, Utah, I didn't mean it when I said your butt looked big.

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Vintage Paul Rand Brandy adYesterday

Over the holiday weekend we dedicated a couple of days to cleaning out the office, and Jon accidentally found a bundle of old Paul Rand ads that I had bought off of ebay back in 2000. This Coronet V.S.Q. Brandy ad is one of my favorites, and if you do a search for Paul Rand on ebay you can find several books and ads up for sale. Time to get this one framed and then have Jon remodel the bathroom so we have someplace to hang it. I should probably mention this to Jon at some point.

by dooce in Daily Style

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Watching his flock by nightYesterday

This is an Armstrong tradition, to have Chuck try out any new scarf I bring into the home. I picked this one up at American Apparel several months ago, thought I had forgotten to take it out of the bag before I threw the bag away, and then moped for several weeks about having tossed a brand new scarf. Turns out it was hiding underneath the mountain of ill-fitting T-shirts I have stacked in my closet, a pile I mowed down to make room for maternity clothes. And I was all, Chuck! Look! You get to pose after all! And look at how excited he is about it.

by dooce in Daily Chuck

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Bump watch beginsDecember 2

The bump at 12 weeks:

Before you get all skritchy and start yelling that this is not at a bump by any stretch of the imagination, let's compare this to the bump at 15 weeks from my pregnancy with Leta:

Could someone please tell the woman in that photo to put some sunscreen on?

Also, some of you have suggested that I might be pregnant with twins, and believe me when I tell you that I lived with the nightmare of that possibility for ten and a half weeks. And no, I'm not going to apologize for referring to it as a nightmare, I'm sure your twins are lovely people. But I am not the type of person who can handle that type of chaos and readily admit that you are a better person than I am. We had the doctor check for twins during my sonogram, and she promises me that there was only one swimming around in there. Look: