It’s been nearly 9 months since D-man joined the family.

In the time since the day we met face to face in the hos­pi­tal a lot has stayed the same & a lot has changed. One the biggest changes is I am no longer in school. Today I picked up my cap & gown for the for­mal­ity of grad­u­a­tion, but offi­cially I was done the day I defended. While head­ing home with D-man in tow & prepar­ing to get the elder chil­dren at their var­i­ous school times I real­ized that the last part of my writ­ing, get­ting it ready for defense, took roughly the same amount of time as my preg­nan­cies, 9 months. It involved a lot of sac­ri­fice and hard labor.

Only I don’t have the after­glow of hav­ing a baby.

There is noth­ing to cud­dle when you fin­ish a dis­ser­ta­tion. Because trust me cud­dling a bunch of paper is not as much fun as a new baby. For one paper doesn’t have that new baby smell, that smell you snug­gle in closer to get. It’s like breath­ing in rain­bows. And sec­ondly, the paper isn’t warm, with the soft­est skin that has a soft fuzzi­ness to it as if you wrapped up sun­shine in a layer of cot­ton candy. Instead it’s paper, it is bland & gives you paper cuts if you try to cud­dle with it. Not that I have but if I did try to cud­dle my dis­ser­ta­tion then I’d have this piece of wis­dom babies win hands down in the cud­dling & rain­bows department.

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