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Day 17 = in my bag

I have carried this around ever since the doctor confirmed that I was pregnant: 


In Austria, every pregnancy is documented in a little mother child "passport".
They write everything down in here...all your doctor's visitor's, weight gain, blood results, vaccinations, everything!

So this is my newest item that is always in my bag!  I've been keeping the ultrasound pictures in the front, so I always have them, too.  :) 
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  1. SiminJune 17, 2012 at 12:33 PM

    Aww, I am so excited for your Leslie. Have been following your blog now for a while... Any names picked out for the little lady yet?

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  2. LeannaJune 17, 2012 at 7:34 PM

    that's cool! i wish they did that here!! how nice to have that info - i think they get the info, but keep it here ... which is kinda too bad

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  3. UnknownJune 17, 2012 at 8:13 PM

    I wish I would've had one of those for my pregnancies. Such a great idea! I know you'll have fun looking back on this as the years go by.

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