tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061068881594789197.post97032623599722718..comments2023-05-09T08:04:38.163-04:00Comments on A Crafty Southern Chick: highs & lowsLP aka A Crafty Southern Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05752162282852409814noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061068881594789197.post-28485478426085589402011-07-05T08:08:30.188-04:002011-07-05T08:08:30.188-04:00Your lows are crappy. Thinking of you and your fa...Your lows are crappy. Thinking of you and your family during these losses. <br /><br />And not to sound old, but from someone who turned 36 this year, 29 sounds pretty great. I actually think from about 28 to now have been the best years. There's something liberating and 'grown up' about being near/in your thirties. Like the world will take you seriously now! :)<br /><br />And about the stretch marks, I'll give you a loud YIPPEE!!! Pregnancy wrecks so much havoc on our bodies and there's so much potential for serious issues with both mom and baby that when things go well, we should all be thrilled! :)Janicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13874257412958004222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061068881594789197.post-51593160760241025632011-07-04T10:35:13.776-04:002011-07-04T10:35:13.776-04:00Sorry about you low...Sending thoughts and prayers...Sorry about you low...Sending thoughts and prayers your way.<br />In a good note, I did not get any stretch marks either with two kids...Hope you get lot of presents and ate lot of cakes for your birthday :)Suzehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01626679979799815659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061068881594789197.post-21810683236324900222011-07-04T07:55:52.901-04:002011-07-04T07:55:52.901-04:00I ended up with stretch marks. Like a tiger scratc...I ended up with stretch marks. Like a tiger scratched my hips. Ugh. At least they've faded and are that silvery color, but oh well. Mark of a momma, blah blah blah. Amazing how we can send a man to the moon but we can't do anything about stretch marks. <br /><br />Your lows are a bummer. And you know that. And it sucks. And you're allowed to be mad, and upset, and pissed off. I hate when blogs are all sunshine and rainbows and "life is perfect, my family is perfect, blah blah blah". I'd must rather read a blog from a real person. It's nice to have a place to vent. Hugs and prayers from me.Life, Crafts and Whateverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09362846842104549114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061068881594789197.post-59772255686459618392011-07-04T02:12:09.457-04:002011-07-04T02:12:09.457-04:00No....stretch...marks? RAWR.
Nah, I didn't get...No....stretch...marks? RAWR.<br />Nah, I didn't get any with my first. I got some with my third and fourth though. Oh well. Big deal, right?<br />Speaking of birthday gifts, when you get your package in the mail, the little thingy I stuck in there is a key chain. I suddenly realized that I didn't write a note and you might think it's some kind of odd pendant.Lesleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17632136097693104604noreply@blogger.com