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  <updated>2006-09-14T09:46:00Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:januarybaby2007:6983</id>
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    <title>januarybaby2007 @ 2006-09-14T02:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T09:46:00Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's gorgeous and perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:januarybaby2007:6777</id>
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    <title>AHHHHHHHHH</title>
    <published>2006-08-18T03:20:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-18T03:20:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, this has very little, if nothing to do with the baby, but I'm going crazy here because of the hormones, so it counts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, I moved into an appartment with 3 gay boys, who were all my friends, and I love them all.  But, 2 of them are moving away, and the two people that were supposed to replace them have decided not to move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very tight financial situation, and I don't know what to do.  I'm getting a little bit of money from my mom, and I just started working at Blockbuster, so those are both good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I may be moving again, I'm not sure.  Or, finding someone random to move in here.  We'll see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps telling me that everything's gonna work out, and I know they're right, but it doesn't help me to feel any less freaked out about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate needing help, relying on other people.  Right now, I'm having to do that, and it fucking sucks.</content>
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    <title>Eating</title>
    <published>2006-07-17T09:07:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I feel like a bad mommy because I can't eat right now.  I have a hard time getting near food, let alone putting it down my throat.  It's not cool.  I've even lost weight in the past couple of weeks.  I can't help it - food makes me nauseated.  I want to provide everything my baby needs to grow big and strong and healthy, but I can't do that if I can't get near food and my prenatal vitamin makes me hurl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just needed to express that concern.  ~ember</content>
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