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Mike, Ellen, uterus baby and I are all in Wisconsin for the weekend watching MSU stomp all over the Badgers. We’re the sorriest tailgate out there: two non-drinkers, one pregnant lady and one antibiotic dude. So, hot chocolate and chili for all. Did I say we are sorry? I should really say that it sounds perfectly wonderful to me.

unrelated, but sharing anyway

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Antibiotic dude? Yeah. SO, Mike, in his infinite wisdom, decided to go mountain biking after dark last week. Don’t worry, he wore a headlamp. Cue foreshadowing. So, on his ride, he landed some kind of mountain-like jump and sliced open the back of his calf. I saw fat tissue. I.saw.fat.tissue. He decided he didn’t need a doctor and just put a band-aid on it. A few days later we were in urgent care getting his nasty wound cleaned out and filling a prescription for antibiotics. I won’t share any pictures that I assure you I have.

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My blog is pretty much done now. If you like it, take a look at Santa Clara Designs. They do such wonderful work, and they are Catholic to boot! Also, if you subscribe to my blog via GFC, subscribe via RSS instead. GFC is going away soon and you won’t get my posts. The horror!

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I had a chance to help some friends out this week while they were finishing up insulating their garage. They have a son (2) and a daughter (5 mos), and I, of course, have 15-month-old Ellen Bean. I babysat the kids while the menfolk spackled and what-not. It was a cool experience to watch two mobile kids and one bitty baby. I feel like I got a tiny tiny taste of what it might be like to have to change diapers and feed a baby while another kid is running around. I sure hope that those two hours prepared me for a lifetime of multiple children. I am sure it did.

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So, my middle name is Margherita – it is Italian for Margaret- not Spanish for drunk. My mom found this info about the dear Saint today and I thought it was so aprop for my life right now – not because I’m pregnant – clearly because I am trapped inside of a pagan dragon. Clearly.

“O Loving Lord, Saint Margaret’s father was a pagan priest. Her escape from his false beliefs was depicted in a story of being swallowed by a dragon representing paganism, and then escaping from its belly as if being born anew. Because of this tale, she has become the patron saint of pregnancy, labor, and childbirth, so I ask her to pray for every expectant mother I know, especially those who are having difficult pregnancies or who have been unable to conceive. Touch their wombs, dear Lord, and give them easy deliveries and healthy children. Protect the lives of babies who might be aborted. Saint Margaret, pray for us. Amen.”

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Speaking of Margaritas, I was telling our friend Tim today that I was craving one, and he whipped up a preggy version. Oh Tim. Thank you a million! Here is his genius: