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^WiseGuy^

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  1. Wait...what? Are you thinking of no baby dancing or treatments until 2010? Is that what my simple little mind is seeing here? Are you OK?
    *HUGS*

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  2. What is it they say? Something like Man plans, God laughs? Looks like you're going to be having a busy couple of months...Good luck with your thesis!

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  3. Maybe it's the late hour...very mysterious.

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  4. Not sure what to say, except that I will be sending prayers and good thoughts... that you will be able to answer your questions with peace.

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  5. The wondering. The priorities. The choices. Sometimes it all just doesn't make any sense. It's only till you get to other side of wherever you are right now that it does. Doesn't that just piss you off? Hang in there.

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  6. Does that say what I think it says?

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  7. I'm not very good at these kind of things.

    Good wishes to you!

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  8. Trying to categorize your life? Sometimes the best laid plans...

    Wishing you the best at whatever you decide!

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  9. No baby or PhD?

    Thinking of you . . .

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  10. Sorry you are on the verge of such a big 'y' in the road.

    thinking of you...

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  11. I originally thought that my baby would come years before my PhD. Instead, apparently the babies will come more than 3 years after I became Dr. Baby Smiling.

    We're learning and growing the whole time no matter what, right?

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  12. ...thinking of you. I hope you can have it all!!

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  13. I want you to have it all.

    xxx

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  14. Sometimes it helps to lay it all out, no?

    I want you to have baby & the PhD.

    ((HUGS))

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