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On Leave

I am on leave now...and six months of it. I will be shifting to my hometown by this weekend and that's where Figzy and I will be for the next few months. I have an appointment with SuperGyn this Saturday, and hopefully will also get an ultrasound. 
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I am busy packing and relaxing and finishing some things before I leave. I hope Figzy will cope up well, in her new environment, minus the daily presence of her dad, and a new school. Her new school is just three minutes walk from our house, and I hope she will settle well.  

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I am itching to get a haircut, not just a trim, but a really short style. I have crazy hairfall and I despise leaving 'evidence' everywhere I go. 

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I missed taking the belly pic last week at 25w1d. I could have taken it next day, but I just don't want to do it on an odd day. 

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  1. Hurray for leave! I hope Figzy likes her new school!

    My hair falls out constantly - it's very annoying and my husband complains about it. I tell him that his hair falls out just as much, but it's too short to see.

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  2. Leave is here, huh? I wish you and Figzy a good time in your new home (you know what I mean).
    My hair also falls out, I am surprised sometimes that I still have any left. For some reason I hate finding it on my pillow, which is why I sleep with it put up. I know it's mine, yet still it bothers me seeing it on the pillow. I also cannot sleep with ticking clocks in the room, I get this mental imagesof robots slowly making their way towards me as soon as the light is switched off, and I simply cannot fall asleep. And yes, I have heard stories about robots leaving hairs on my pillows, but I refuse to think about that, it is just too creepy. :-)

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  3. I hope that your transition goes well, and that Figzy adjusts to the changes without too many issues. Good luck!

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  4. Enjoy your leave! I hope the transition goes relatively smoothly for all of you.

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