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At this time 11 years ago, I was crying into my shoes…literally.  Bloated as a waterbed, I tried desperately over my pregnant tummy to reach my shoes and shove my swollen feet into them.  Time was of the essence; I needed to commute an hour away to sit for my recertification exam and shoes were a necessity in the frigid Wisconsin winter (and probably in the exam center, too).  Fortunately my husband came to my rescue, armed with a shoe horn and sheer determination. It’s hard for me to believe my twin boys will turn 11 in a matter of…