Having a baby is, in my limited experience, like ripping your heart out and then sending it into the world where anything can happen to it. I meant to be blogging the last few months. In fact, I meant to be blogging every day. Babies nap, right? But the experience has so far been both so intense and so banal that I could not think of a way to express myself. And so I haven't.
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