Three years ago Michele Henry took you through her most challenging assignment to date: pregnancy. Tag along again as this new mom of two navigates a second maternity leave, juggling endless diaper changes and sleepless night with her efforts to lose the baby weight — again — and hang onto her sanity.
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My two lovely younger sisters bought our bundle-of-joy-to-be a happy-looking, music-making, newborn-soothing swing a few weeks ago and paid for its delivery from the uptown store to our downtown home (this is not my gripe).
But when I called the store to arrange said paid-for delivery, the salesperson informed me that they only dropped off items on Wednesdays and Fridays between 9 a.m. and 12 p.m.
"But I work during the week!!" I shrieked hormonally into the phone. "Who the hell can be home at those ridiculous hours?? People who have money to buy things, like this swing, have to work during work hours to make money to buy them!!!!"
Needless to say the phone call ended shortly thereafter and I picked up the swing on the weekend.
When I finally calmed down it occurred to me: Once I pop this creature I will be home during the day, specifically between 9 in the morning and noon.