I Saw the Sign(s)

And it opened up my eyes…

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Thanks, Ace of Base. That’s the perfect title for this blogpost. In case it wasn’t clear enough from the title and excerpt, this post is about the signs that pointed to my being pregnant before I even took the pregnancy test. So, TMI ahead.

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So I’m Pregnant… Again…

Second pregnancy, all the rage.

The first time that I found out I was pregnant was a few weeks after Thanksgiving in 2015. My husband John and I had decided to try to conceive the following summer, but combined with missing him after being apart for a week and losing any of my remaining shits to give about the academic job market (which is abysmal and discouraging on the best of days) and finishing my dissertation (which I ended up finishing and graduating that May anyway), well, whoops…

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