Friday, April 30, 2010

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Tired daddy.

Rusty takes some tips from Asher on sleeping positions.





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Few Asher moments of the day








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I love my daddy

Asher is all about Rusty today.


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Good morning world.




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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Getting to know our little man

Our kid is so freaking cute if I do say so myself.






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Asher is here!

Born at 2:32pm, weighing in at 9 lb 5 oz. Mom and baby are great! Mom is quite drugged up.




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Rusty and Asher's staging area

I like that as long as all is well he will be bathed and all right here with us.

The doc and nurse are drilling us about family history of big babies and vaginal deliveries. They have a plan to make it happen. We shall see!



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Epi-mazing

So I have a fabulous nurse who hussled me an epidural. And let me just say I have not felt this comfortable in months!

Now on to a Popsicle lunch.

Wow I look rough.


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Monday, April 26, 2010

Ready (as can be) at Rex

Well we are at Rex all checked in and induction process underway. Today at the doc Asher looked healthy (and "not small") but seems my body needed the help of some drugs to help progress into labor. (I say "no duh" as I was at 41 weeks with no real progress.)

So here we are. The real fun begins tomorrow when we meet our son. Doesn't feel real just yet.

Here is a pic Rusty insisted on sharing. He thinks the packing of my hot rollers is hilarious but really it's the easiest way to let me be lazy with my hair and still look decent. So if the urge strikes to feel halfway normal I can easily spruce up. See? Not so diva. :)



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Sunday, April 25, 2010

This moment she's been waiting for.... I can feel it.

This song says all that I'm feeling right now. Even now, it's thundering and raining here. Powerful song, powerful story. Powerful times.

Listen now: Lightning Crashes

Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes, the confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door

Lightning crashes, an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes, the confusion that was hers
Belongs now, to the baby down the hall

Oh now feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it

Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
This moment she's been waiting for
The angels open her eyes, pale blue colored iris
Presents the sun and puts the glory out to hide, hide

Oh, now feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Cille's kitchen sink


While she hasn't stood in this spot herself for many months, this is the view from Cille's kitchen sink. You cannot be a member of our family and stand there and not think of her and be flooded with memories. She ruled her hill from that spot, and she loved that view. We all do, really.

Today, I wobbled out to the car and to Louisburg to say my goodbye to Cille. She's been slowly getting weaker. Hospice said she's in the transition period.

It was really hard seeing her this way, but it was important to me to be there. She was so unsettled, and really, barely breathing. At one point, she breathed so slowly that mom placed her hand on her chest to see if her heart was still beating. To see someone you love seemingly struggle between life and death, wow, is not easy. Her pain is under control and her body is just shutting down.

A kind priest from Wake Forest came last night and had a service with the family. Mom said Cille was so at peace during that time. My family held hands today and said the Lord's Prayer around Cille's bed. Powerful moment. Sad moment. I just kept praying for God to take her with Him and let her find peace.

Family sure is amazing. As her children and grandchildren gathered to be with her, other family members, her brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews, came all throughout the day. We have such a large family, with so much love. And then, at dinner time, my dad's family comes in the door (two car loads of them!) with a meal for everyone. It was delicious. And an entirely appropriate way to end the day. Cille loved a good meal. I hope the Peoples' realize how much that meal meant to us. Thanks, you all!

This hymn, one of my favorites, was in my mind this afternoon.

In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.


There’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.


In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
 
God, bless Cille.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Overdue. Over it.

40 weeks 4 days pregnant. That is no small feat. I'm proud of myself for lasting this long, as if I had a choice. So far, I've managed to avoid a major meltdown. And I'm hoping writing this blog post prevents me from a real nervous breakdown that I feel brimming on the horizon.

This is unpleasant, being this darn pregnant. In the mornings, I wake up, realize I'm still pregnant and fight the urge to cry. Come on! I want to meet our son and not be so darn pregnant for another moment.

To my friends, all of you, that are expecting, I wish each of you a nice, easy to decipher water breakage around 38 weeks. Hopefully the only way you are familiar with the side effects of a post due pregnancy are through my experiences.

Here are my overdue thoughts, learnings and complaints - for those who want to read my whining.
  • This freaking hurts. These cute little kicks and rolls are now full fledge assaults on my innards. I feel bruised from the inside out. Now, I'm glad he's moving around so that I won't need to be paranoid about 'decreased fetal movement', whatever that really means. But, wow, it hurts.
  • I wasn't upset with my weight gain (nor was I thrilled, though) - until the last 4 weeks. When did it become humanly possible to gain 4 lbs a week? Water weight, water weight, but it's still weight. That I have to lug around. Which brings me to the next item...
  • Nothing fits. To a crazy stupid extreme. My leggings are stretched to the max. I should be embarrassed to type that, I suppose, but I'm not. I'm over it. Rusty said to me last night, "Wow, those pants sure do you look beautiful on you." Being completely sarcastic. Thank you, honey. You remember that when you see your son for the first time.
  • My face is puffy. Unattractive. My knees are twice the size of Rusty's. No joke.
  • Where did my pregnancy hair go? Seriously? It was the one thing I could count on.
  • I've shaved my legs more in the last week than in the last 9 months 'in case' I go into labor. I cannot control much, but I can be sure my legs are not stubbly.
  • In the middle of the night, I can feel the poofiness of the tops of my feet when I shuffle to the bathroom. That is gross.
  • I've been in multiple stores and told things such as, "We don't deliver babies here." and "Shall I go boil a pot of water just in case?" Really? Come on people.
  • Then, there's the precious, blessed pedicurist yesterday who said "I didn't make the water hot because I know that would be miserable for you." Bless you, woman. My toes look fabulous.
  • Having to start every single phone call with "No, I'm not in labor, but guess what blah blah (insert totally normal conversation here)" is getting old. So is missing a call and knowing that person is thinking I'm in labor at Rex. I then feel the need to immediately release them from this false excitement.
  • Which then again puts me saying for the ten zillionth time, "No, I'm not in labor or anything of the sort." Or "No, he's not here yet." Which then reminds me that I'm not in labor - again. Because I needed another reminder. :)
  • Being pregnant and a project manager are not complimentary things at the end. Sure, they are great when you are planning, researching, shopping and setting up house. Not great when you are used to having a good, solid grip on things and find yourself left with no control.
  • Despite all he does, nothing Rusty does is good enough or sympathetic enough right now. That's not his fault entirely, but really if he says he's going to bed early because he's 'soooo tired' one more time I may explode. Love you, babe.
  • Yes, I'm bouncing on my exercise ball. Yes, I'm walking. Yes, I've done every chore in my house that could somehow maybe induce labor. I'm over all of that. He'll come when he's good and ready. He and God have that worked out and apparently I'm just not clued in yet.
  • If I'm told on Monday that I'm going to be induced any time past Monday, I will probably lose it on the table. Rusty, be prepared for that.
I'm sure I'll immediately say this was all worth it after meeting Asher. But right now, I'm freaking miserable. And I'm allowed that, I've decided.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

VoilĂ 

The great freezer cleanout continues tonight with chicken pastry in the crock pot. Yes ladies and gents, it works!



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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

What a difference a year makes...

Here we are, this time last year, taking our engagement photos.

I thought it'd be fun to go back out this year and reenact them. But, decided against really doing that. :)

(Last year's post lives here.)





My little (big) prayer

Dear God,

Thank you for this baby in my belly. Thank you for my husband and our growing family. And, thank you also for little Jax. Thanks for this love that I feel. It's so big - and I know it can only come from you.

Please watch over Asher. Please watch over my body. Help me to remember that you're in control here, and you are watching over us both. Help me to know when to be alarmed, and when to just 'let go and let God'. Help me to relax and trust in you.

Please be with us as Asher joins us. Give Rusty and me strength when labor time comes.

Please continue to take care of Asher and our family. Help us to raise him loving you. Guide us to make smart decisions as parents and learn lessons when we make mistakes. Remind us to be patient with each other, and with Asher. 

Help us to remember to keep you first in our hearts and trust in you. Let your will be done in our lives.

Grant us patience as we wait for his birth. Thank you for the many gifts and this biggest, super, most special gift of a child. We are so blessed.

Amen.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Monday, April 19, 2010

40 weeks today - The Due Date

Well, here we are. On THE due date. And, nothing to report, really. I never thought I'd still be pregnant on this date, but God has His plans for us. So, we wait in eager anticipation. Rusty woke me up this morning saying Happy Birthday to Asher, since it's his due date. Now that is positive thinking.

We'll go back to the doc next Monday (at 41 weeks) for a non-stress test to check in on Asher and based on that they'll send me to Rex right away (if something is off) or let me decide if we want to induce. I'd rather this all happen naturally, when he's ready. And I don't know why I feel like he's so late, when really today would be right on time.

Check out the belly shadow from my stroll with Jax. Wowzers.I certain I don't look THAT big in real life. It's the angles. :)

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Yardwork Saturday on Chancery Place




Another weekend greets us.

So far we are productive in all areas minus the childbirth department.

Rusty has trimmed this ginormous tree in our backyard and removed the worlds most out of control shrub. (No baby birds harmed. Two tree ants nests harmed. Tick count will come later.)

I have swept the porch, cleaned around the house, overseen the chain sawing and discussed the arrival of the latest scents at Bath and Body with my mom (mucho importante).

Tonight we plan to have big Romero family dinner at Dos Taq. Yum! Now to find something to wear. :)

-- Posted with my handy dandy iPhone

Friday, April 16, 2010

Songs for a growing family

Rusty laughs at me when I burst out into song and motion with these little singalongs from my childhood (and adulthood, let's be honest). But one thing I love most about him is that he sings along. We can be venturing through a city on a trip to somewhere and he'll chime in, "Hello! My name is Joe!" with me. It makes me happy. I hope that our household is always full of music, whether sing-a-longs, rap-a-longs, dance-a-longs or drum-a-longs. (I may regret saying that last one unless the drum set can venture its way to the garage.)

So, here's a running list of songs I plan to sing to Asher (forgive any mispellings or improper titles, just calling them like I sing them!) -

  • Skinamarinky dinky dink, skinamarinky do
  • So rise and shine and give God the glory, glory!
  • Hello! My name is Joe! (the button factory song)
  • Baby Shark
  • I'll Love You Forever
  • Zipadeedoda
  • Spoonful of Sugar
  • Happy Little Working Song
  • That's How You Know
  • Princess Pat
  • Must be Santa
  • Twinkle twinkle, little star
  • Sparkle, glimmer, glisten, shimmer, sparkle and glow
  • Jesus Loves Me
  • This little light of mine
Ok, this list is going to get out of hand. Add in pretty much all things Disney and you've got quite the collection! Yay! I can't wait!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

39 weeks, dos days

Ginormo.




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Monday, April 12, 2010

Protecting the digital identity of my unborn child

I blogged about this at work. Thought it was worth sharing here, too. Definitely something to think about.

(click me)

I'm watching a home birth on TV

And these birth shows have never made me queasy. (If anything, I consider myself quite the birthing expert despite my lack of medical training. I'm the one you'd want in the car with you if you were going in labor. I could so handle that.) This show is making me queasy in a whole new way.

Anyways, so I'm watching this home birth episode. Now, that is just something I could never be comfortable with. Why not have a doctor there, or at least be where there is a doctor nearby in the event of an emergency? You just never know what could happen and to me, the risk would terrify me. But, I'm a worrier.

All of this rambling to say that the midwife just checked this woman 'down there' and said "Ooooh, your cervix feels soooo good" with a lot of zest and excitement. I almost threw up in my mouth. I'm glad my docs would never (to my knowledge) say anything like that. Awkward.

It was so awkward that I came to my blog to write about it. Yep. Good times.

Jax loves his screened in porch

Squirrel hunting.



Sunday, April 11, 2010

Well, here we wait. 39 weeks tomorrow.

This is crazy. We are waiting for the birth of our child. I mean, I'm a planner. I don't just sit around and 'wait' for anything. I make things happen and get a paycheck for it. But nooooo, not this time. Just hanging out, wondering and waiting. Waiting for any twinge of a sign of his arrival. Waiting to meet him. Waiting to get my body back.

Which, speaking of, I'm going to gripe for a few. My body = not mine for last 39 weeks. Which is ok, and most definitely necessary and all worth it. But good grief this is miserable. Screw the movies for making pregnancy look glorious and fun and food-filled with a climatic water-breaking scene and a rush to the hospital for a quick delivery. Because, to my knowledge, this doesn't happen.

Here is what does happen, at least so far:
  • Rolling over in the bed requires an act of congress. I grunt and groan and grasp for some way to get myself up and over without triggering a leg cramp or side cramp.
  • Peeing overnight is at a whole new level. Screw sleeping. And I know I keep hearing "Get your sleep now!" And I think, "I cannot wait to sleep soundly while Asher sleeps for a few hours, without peeing, and on my stomach. That would be an improvement from this hot mess."
  • Sweating. I'm hot. All day. Every day. Hot. I'm so thrilled to not be pregnant over the summer.
  • My legs are being separated from my body. According to the books and medical people, that's pretty much what's happening. Everything 'spreading' and 'stretching' and making way. For me, my left leg cannot be trusted. It hurts that much. And it's taking this stretch thing to the limit. Maybe my left leg knows I'm growing a giant? Perhaps. I digress.
  • I need to drink water. Water, water, water. I get it. But that means I have to potty, potty, potty. But I'm also supposed to walk, walk, walk. How is that possible when I cannot make it to the end of the culdesac without needing to use the bathroom?
  • Oh, and the swelling. It's nasty and when it gets bad (aka I don't put my feet up high enough all day), my skin burns and cracks. Again, water helps it. But water makes you walk a lot - to the bathroom. And walking may or may not help. Vicious cycle.
I should stop complaining. I actually feel a lot better today than I did yesterday. But, wanted to record these things for when months from now Rusty and I think "Oh, we want another baby!" I really think my brain is going to do what all other mommy brains do and help you forget these things.

So, back to waiting. Oh, just waiting for the biggest moment of your life. Not knowing when or how it's going to happen. Insanity.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Sweet anticipation

At some point today, I came to a beautiful realization. - Each day, I'm one day closer to meeting our son. Each hour, each minute, still closer. That puts a sweet spin on this waiting game.

Wow!

My Denise sent me this today. She lives in Chicago (and is also pregnant, due on Labor Day!). So, I remember shopping at Target with Rusty and sending her this picture to document my bump to keep her in the loop long distance. It was from October. She resent it today. I remember feeling big at the time this was taken. And boy, now, I look and think WOW I was tiny. I am so ready to unswell, lose this water weight and get back to my fabulous honeymoon summer wardrobe from last year. Well, and obviously, I'm even more ready to meet our Asher. Duh.


Thanks, D. I love you and that babe of yours!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Our Birth Plan

As a Web producer (fancy name for interactive project manager), I must have a plan, timeline, functional specs document and checklist for everything. I like to joke about how I 'produce' our trips, our dinners, other's trips, pretty much everything you can think of.

So, it comes as no surprise that we have a plan in mind for Asher's arrival. I realized there may be some value in sharing it on here, as it will involve our family and friends along the way. And as we begin to grow our little family, support from our loved ones is going to be super important.

Here's our plan - all prefaced by saying that this is all how I'm feeling now and how we have discussed this experience. We are first time parents, and aren't really sure what to expect. So, this is all subject to change without any notice. :)

The Birth Plan - We will be delivering at Rex. Our due date is 4/19. He could arrive anytime (wow!), as the doctor assured me yesterday. We are not putting together a detailed birth plan. We are pretty laid back people (despite my OCD tendencies) and my plan is to birth a healthy baby. How he arrives isn't something I want to worry myself over. In my mind, going in with a written document of my requests to the finest of details is only going to stress me out if it's not followed to a 'T'.

So, I am letting go here and letting God take us through this time. I am open to medication and we'll just see how it plays out. And I have all faith that Rusty will overcome his fear of all things needles, blood, procedures and hospitals and be the best coach ever!

The Waiting Game - As you can imagine, we're so ready to meet our son. I just cannot fathom that pretty soon, I'm going to be holding our son, our child, a person that comes from our love for each other, a blessing from God. We're going to be starting our family. Starting... well, anytime! So, for the next two weeks or so, I plan to spend as much quiet time as I can with Rusty and Jax. I plan to appreciate this time as just husband and wife (and a crazy dog).

We are so blessed to have so many family and friends that are super excited for us. (For the record, no one is as excited as we are!) If I'm being completely honest, the constant questions from all angles is getting exhausting. Even strangers think they need to know the status of my anatomy and comment on my size or how tired I am or how much sleep I need to get now. (You get the point.) And anyone who knows me knows that I'm far from modest and I typically share far more than the average person. But, in this situation, I feel like my body as we prepare for birth is ours. It's a very personal time. I'm struggling here with finding the right balance of updates and just turning my phone off and enjoying the peace and quiet.

So, to all who are reading, we'll let you know when we have news to announce. For now, it's just a waiting game. We appreciate all the good thoughts, prayers and love you can share!

The Labor - I can sum this up quickly: Me, Rusty and Asher and the medical staff. We plan to keep labor private. I really cringe at the thought of having others in the delivery room. Those TV shows where the whole family is there just doesn't mesh with me. So, I think it'll be just us. Unless of course Rusty passes out and we need a back up plan, but I won't worry about that right now. :)

The Announcement - Having a baby during such a connected time online is interesting. At one point I wanted to blog throughout labor. Then I realized I'd have a lot of people knowing a lot about a very intimate time. As this baby grows, and I realize the impact of what's about to happen in our lives, I find myself wanting to share that time with just Rusty and Asher and me. What a special, blessed time that will be.

With this mindset, we plan to share first photos and visits with immediate family members and close friends. We really appreciate everyone keeping this in mind as we become a family and get adjusted together as a unit of three (plus Jax).

I envision being in labor, sharing that joy, anticipation and (exhausting, overwhelming) experience with my husband. And then, meeting Asher and having the first hour or so to ourselves. Staring at his little features. Trying to nurse. Studying his toes and fingers. You get the happy little picture I'm painting here. (Ah, it's so exciting to think about it! Cannot believe that time is almost here.)

When we're ready, we'll make our big announcement! I have all ideas we'll immediately post his picture on Facebook and on my blog. We are Web nerds, afterall. But again, we want to be the one to make that post! (I have a friend whose brother found out about the birth of her little girl from a post on Facebook that someone else posted. Gasp!)

So, in summary, I want a relaxing (as possible), intimate birthing experience as we welcome our little guy into our arms and our world. I cannot imagine how much more I will love Rusty in that moment. And I cannot imagine how much I'm going to love this little person that I will have just met.

Stay tuned as I plan to blog about any updates that I can before Asher arrives! (And, it's safe to say I will probably leave out any and all anatomical details of progress or lack thereof.) Please keep the happy, healthy thoughts and prayers coming! For those we are so thankful.

We look forward to the many memories ahead to share with you!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Our Easter weekend

We had a nice, long, relaxing weekend at home.

Last night, we had a dinner date (yes, again) at Dos Taquitos. I hit up Target earlier in the afternoon for my 'last pre-Asher supply trip'. (Yeah, right. I've since learned we are out of Windex and almost out of TP.) I found this PJ shirt on clearance. I thought it'd be nice and cozy and good for post-baby sleepwear. I got home and thought, "Hmm, I can turn this into a new dinner outfit surely." So, here it is. PJ shirt, leggings, cardigan and some jewelry. Even Rusty thought it was cute.




And Laura Bryant, this queso is for you love bug.


This morning we went to the sunrise Easter service at Highland United Methodist Church. It was simple and pretty. Then, we came home and napped.

After napping, we walked around the fields down the street. Rusty flew his RC plane and Jax and I strolled the sidewalks. Then, we ventured to Lowe's for pine straw and some other odd's and end's. Rusty worked in the yard. I worked around the house. (I even started packing our hospital bag. I know; it's about time.)

Now about the yard - Rusty is determined to get grass growing in all the bald spots. Step one was the branch trimming months ago. Step two is spreading the grass seed and putting this blanket stuff over the seed so it will germinate (in theory). The pine straw really spruced things up along the front, side and back of the house.

He also weatherproofed our french doors with some new strips (to prevent the entry of snakes that he mentioned lat night could technically access our house until we got the new strips in place). Jax oversaw. The drill is by far his favorite tool.




And tonight, my mom came over to deliver my Easter basket from the Easter Bunny. She also brought along a goodie box for Asher from Josh and Anne all the way from out west! Check out the adorable fireman's boots and little rockstar shoes she found for Asher! Oh, they are freaking adorable. Thanks, Anne!

Mom also brought back a baby souvenir from their weekend at the beach and a sweet father/son book for Rusty to read to Asher. It's the sweetest story about different father animals and their advice to their little ones. I can't wait to see Rusty reading it to our little guy. Thanks, Mom! And thanks, Easter Bunny, for my goodies, too!


Enough babbling. I go to the doctor tomorrow for my 38-week check up. We'll see what they say!

Happy Easter, everyone!

Friday, April 2, 2010

Yay! April! Spring!

Today, we had an official date to the NC Farmer's Market. We rode in the jeep with the doors off and listened to some tunes loudly. Here are our goodies!

Now I need to figure out what to do with that butternut squash. Anyone got any good recipes to share?

Then, I baked an angel food cake to go along with those NC strawberries. And I'm trying to help along my need to drink lots of water with lemon-lime-slice iced water in one of our pretty glass pitchers. Oh, how I love produce. Especially local produce at a great price.

And tonight, we had salad, baked taters and grilled steak wrapped in bacon. I enjoyed a nice O'douls in my tittie koozie. (Order your own here: http://www.tkoozie.com/ from my friend Terry!)

 

 Jax is snuggled up with me and pretty soon, Rusty will join us on the couch and we're going to watch a movie. Hard to believe that this could be our last Friday night as non-parents.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Let's see if this works

Just set up my iPhone for blogging and updating Facebook. Now let's see if this does the trick!



-- Posted with the iPhone

Sweet necklace

Am browsing Etsy tonight. My feet, ankles and legs are still swelling like mad. So. Here I sit. On the chaise portion of the couch with my feet up on our bed pillow. I wish I had a big cooler of lemon-lime or cucumber water right next to me. That would probably help with hydration and the swelling. And, then there's the bathroom - all the way down the hall. The location wouldn't mesh well with the cooler of water plan. And I'm rambling.

So, I will stop and say - look at this sweet, dear necklace. Little bird eggs in a little nest. I dig it.


It lives here: http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=recently_listed_items&listing_id=43740790
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