tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18174654459154976142024-03-05T06:47:57.102-08:00Yankee Engineer + Cajun Designer = TROUBLE!What happens when a hard headed yankee engineer and a crazy southern cajun designer have been married for 2 years, have lived in 3 different states and are both in the process of starting new jobs and living in a new city? Read on to find out! The hardest work you'll ever do in your lifetime is called marriage and parenting, and we've just started to get the first one down!Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-83030636753735793122011-09-01T09:15:00.001-07:002011-09-01T09:15:38.981-07:00It started as a great day!It was a bright and hot September day. I had just started college a few weeks back, and I was finally starting to feel comfortable out it the real world. I was wearing a marune, sleeveless turtleneck with a pair of jean shorts. I wanted to try out my new blouse I had bought because I was getting ready to start my new job at the hospital next week. It was the week I had off between my old job and my new one. y first class wasn't until 9:30 so I was able to sleep in a bit. I usually turned on the news when I was getting ready but today i decided to turn on the radio. It was a georgeous day in southern Louisiana but also very hot. I remember I had to stop for gas before I left the neighborhood. There was a small station in the front of the neighborhood. I drove to school and had on a CD. I didn't feel like hearing talking on the morning show I normally listened to so I put in my favorite CD. I got to the lot got on the bus and headed off to campus. I got to my classroom and sat down. As I was getting all my books out for Algebra a girl in my major who I had known for only a few weeks walked in and asked if we had heard about the plane crash. I didn't say a thing but I remember my professor saying I heard. Isn't it crazy. They talked how a plane had flown into the WTC. Class started and we went about our way. When class was over I haad to walk to the psychology building and I remember every conversation I heard on the way was about these planes crashing. I walked into my Psych class and sat in the front as usual and starting talking to my friend asking if she heard and we both only knew the basics. I will never forget what happened next. My psych professor walked in with the saddest face I had ever seen on a person. Now this was a man who was full of life for every class. He could hold our attention with his stories and teaching. Something was very wrong. I remember word for word what he said. "This is a sad day, even if the university would allow me to I couldn't teach. My heart is sad and broken." he then told us to go home and make sure we tell our loved ones how much they mean to us. This is when I heard and realized what exactly had gone on and what had happened. I walked to the bus and got on. As soon as the bus brought us to the lot. I got in my car and turned on the radio. I knew if it was as bad as everyone was saying they would be talking about it on the radio. I got in threw my backpack in the backseat and crancked the car on and blasted the AC. I will never forget the first words I heard. "People are jumping! They are just jumping out of the building!" At that very moment I couldn't breathe, at that very moment I realized this was horrible. Looking back now, at that very moment I lost my innocents that our world was safe and we were no longer protected. I had to go to the local pool shop to refill our candy machine for my dads business. I had a pager then. My parents thought I should have something since I was starting college. I got a page from my mom. I drove in tears listening to everything that was happening. I had tears of sorrow. I got the local pool place and asked the girl behind the counter if she was watching what was going on. I will always remember how hard and hateful she was. He responce was that some idiot flew a plane into a big building. I asked if I could use her phone. I called my mother and I remember her saying, she knew nothing was happening in Louisiana but when something so terrible happens all you want to do is check on your child and hear their voice. I now understand what she meant. I finished what I had to do and then went home. I turned on my tv and pulled out my math books to do my homework. After an hour I went to m grandparents house. I didn't want to be alone. I remember feeling scared by myself. Like maybe someone would jump out of a corner. As the day went on we all learned what we all know now. I watched the presidents speech that night like every other American. I will never forget how close we became as a city, state and nation in the following weeks.<br />
Every person has their own story, and every generation has their own feeling. I believe that day was the day that my generation lost their innocents. We had been thrust into the world 14 weeks earlier and were so excited about all that we could do and become. There was NOTHING to be scared of. We were protected from all the bad things in the world and all the bad guys by huge and deep oceans. All that bad stuff happened over there not here. It was good here. I may not have been in NY, Washington, or Penns that day. I may not know a single soul that died. I also may not have ran for my life or lost a family member. But this effects me. I will never forget that day, where I was or even what I was wearing. This Sept 11 my son and I will be getting on a plane. We are going home for a visit. I had initially said I would never fly on 9/11. But then I realized if I do that then they win, and I refuse to lose. My thoughts and prayers are with the families, victims, and all American this 9/11.Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-78683651564524829742011-08-17T15:03:00.000-07:002011-08-17T15:03:22.635-07:00Starting to look backAs fall creeps around the corner, all I can think about is what I was doing last year at this time. All I could think about was the fall. It was going to bring great things. A baby shower, a big cute belly, and of course my baby boy. It's so bittersweet to see how far we've come in the past year. It just blows my mind that his frost birthday is approaching. I feel like it was yesterday that I was complaining it was to hot to be pregnant. I've also been thinking how much my husband and I have grow up, and grown closer since he was born. Our priorities have shifted and the world is a much scarier place now. We have so many things to think about and consider for everything we do. I'm also realizing that as we get older we have the ability to grow apart from some and grow closer to others. I also have to say I have the best husband in the world. It does't get better than this. I am on cloud nine and living the good life!<br />
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Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-63124735252386905572011-08-01T15:19:00.000-07:002011-08-01T15:19:06.518-07:00We can crawl!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw1CYoj416nRry-4_YszcDMMClnfM0qsFdS_08eRWIAx6-VpMo-BNVTzFk24qFxfY7-okTL1n90KC-VbecIrw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>And boy can we move now!Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-14618543102418282682011-07-20T10:34:00.001-07:002011-07-20T10:34:59.503-07:00I finished swimming lessons!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYl1MCV1rBlWWzFsz830ADDa4NL9hOH0szQcUKzcXLG6afhLRKbwTp41e5r00X9i9yl-_fZzwlZgE_g5NvH8WyET_UO2IuJz58y8wsiU7uRzv0TeaewX4NSJRduYLWoplTdYSCaXW/s1600/DSCN2131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYl1MCV1rBlWWzFsz830ADDa4NL9hOH0szQcUKzcXLG6afhLRKbwTp41e5r00X9i9yl-_fZzwlZgE_g5NvH8WyET_UO2IuJz58y8wsiU7uRzv0TeaewX4NSJRduYLWoplTdYSCaXW/s320/DSCN2131.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-25573862395568697302011-06-28T14:24:00.000-07:002011-06-28T14:24:29.314-07:00Daily RoutineSo someone asked me the other day to post our daily routine. Here it is!<br />
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6:00-6:30 Wake and play in bed for a few minutes<br />
6:30-7:00 Go to the kitchen Isaac plays in his walker while I get breakfast ready<br />
7:00-7:30 Breakfast Time<br />
7:30-8:00 More wailer time while I pick up breakfast and clean the kitchen<br />
8:00-9:00 Floor play time and or bouncer<br />
9:00-10:00/10:30 Bottle and Nap Time<br />
10:00/10:30- 11:00 Get Dressed and Snack TIme<br />
11:00-12:00 Stroller/Run Errands (Get out of the house)<br />
12:00-12:30 Lunch Time<br />
12:30-1:45 Play/ Gymboree/ Finish running Errands<br />
1:45-2:30/3:00 Bottle Nap<br />
2:30/3:00-4:30 Play Time/ Reading<br />
4:30-5:00 Dinner<br />
5:00-6:00 Walker Time while Mom and Dad Cook and eat dinner<br />
6:00-6:30 Daddy and Isaac Time<br />
6:30-7:00 Talk to Meme and Pawpaw on Skype<br />
7:00-7:15 Bath<br />
7:15-7:30 Bottle and Rocking<br />
7:30 Down for the NightHoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-49313254160022056192011-06-27T10:11:00.000-07:002011-06-27T10:11:56.774-07:00Swimming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz44yednbfF6rMAsyDMULgPBM8aZGzyoDrIgCIfHLi-R6mLmZ2zWb2Z5q11G9yVFr6VqXbVEfYHCvfnpqdFPg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So you know how I told you my son loved the water, well we decided to take him to the pool. OMG he freaked out. He loved it. In fact so much we decided to put him in swimming lessons. We had a great weekend. Went to the pool twice, took J and I to Gymboree and finished it off with a family BBQ yesterday at J's aunts house. I love weekends like this. Oh and to top it off we found out my aunt is coming visit next month. Yeah!!</div>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-17495644975832906822011-06-20T10:20:00.000-07:002011-06-20T10:20:34.535-07:00Lake DaysSo my little man loves the outdoors. I can't tell you how much his mood changes if he is crabby and we go outside. HE LOVES IT! He also loves water. We should have named him Nemo. So the lake is obviously his favorite place these days. So I figured I would share a few pics from our trip to the lake yesterday when my family was in town! We had a blast!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBHB9F3uwGGSfA_FEB-26KV9zTjYCxzs80lkcHUfdR3foRjGaKzMum79k349Ui5JAIoWXvPHM7qGotbqrsr4QQdxRXf2EDOaHlzK2hUOxWM0_2nMvMbPbeWhQp1avMruuKe2RU7Ld/s1600/DE2_9847+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBHB9F3uwGGSfA_FEB-26KV9zTjYCxzs80lkcHUfdR3foRjGaKzMum79k349Ui5JAIoWXvPHM7qGotbqrsr4QQdxRXf2EDOaHlzK2hUOxWM0_2nMvMbPbeWhQp1avMruuKe2RU7Ld/s320/DE2_9847+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just to prove he's not always happy! It was time to leave:-(</div>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-71622550801169329972011-06-13T09:02:00.000-07:002011-06-13T09:02:02.436-07:00KarmaSo yesterday I helped out an old friend with a summer class she is taking. She is also pregnant right now and I do have to say she is one of the cutest pregnant people I know. She is the friend your jealous of because the only way you know she pregnant is looking at her cute little belly. She's the friend you have that will walk out of the hospital wearing her pre-pregnancy jeans with no problem. She however is the nicest little thing, and her and her husband are going to make cute babies! Anyhow, she had to interview me for her class and all the questions were on my labor, delivery and postpartum parts of pregnancy. It got me to thinking last night about how in just one year my life has truly changed. How much different everything is now with my little man, and how much my marriage has changed. I LOVE EVERYTHING THAT LITTLE BOY HAS DONE FOR ME, TO ME, AND THE PEOPLE HE HAS MADE MY HUSBAND AND I BECOME. I was unaware how much more I could love my husband when the little man came into the picture. For example the best part of my day yesterday was sitting on the couch last night watching my 2 boys on the floor playing and laughing. It almost brought tears to my eyes. There is nothing I do now that I don't think how it will effect those 2 guys. I am absolutely in LOVE with both of them. They are my world and there is nothing I wouldn't do for either one of them. Anyone who knows me really well knows that my faith has truly been tested the past 7 months. I see things on a daily basis that make me question why things happen. For example, my little guy has some sort of lung disease. We will never know what it is, he has battled with it from birth, and we are constantly monitoring and are worried about weight gain. He is doing good today but we never know what tomorrow will bring. He can't live in a bubble but when he gets what other normal kids would consider a cold or sick, he will be really sick. He will always have to monitor his breathing and be conscious of his surroundings and doings. We did everything right. So why does HE have to deal with this. He never asked to be here, he never did anything to anyone but yet HE is the one who has to suffer, and it breaks my heart that I can't take it away or deal with it myself. Then I turn around and I see people who can't afford the kids they are having, or are having kids for the wrong reasons and there babies are perfectly normal. (which I am glad they are!) But it truly makes me question the order of things. Why does good suffer and bad celebrate? I've come to the conclusion that this is why I HAVE to believe in Karma. I know it may sound wrong and mean, but until you have watched YOUR child suffer in the NICU for 9 days, and have brought your child to the ER twice in 1 day because he can't breathe, and you walk away from EVERY doctors appointment once a month with NO answers and feel like you have just been beaten up emotionally and physically, you have NO right to judge me or my feelings. I have days where I get so mad at the world, that I am so bitter to those with healthy children it makes me feel like a horrible person. I shouldn't feel this way. But then I have my friends who remind me that I have every right to be mad, sad, upset, and bitter. That I shouldn't hold these feelings in because it will eat me alive. I know this sounds like I am always this angry bitter person. But, I am not. I only have these feelings on the days I see my little boy having a rough day, or the day I see my husband so worried about him it's eating him alive. The other 29 days of the month we are a normal happy family that acts like nothing is wrong. We are a strong, happy family that just has to blow off steam every now and again as I am told all families do. We just have a different set of issues. So wow I kinda went in a circle there. I am so glad I could help an old friend out, and I am glad it made me do some thinking. It made me realize after all the shit we have been through, it has only made us a happier, stronger family. And there's nothing more important than my 2 boys, but I've always known that!<br />
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Isaac is getting stronger, faster, and better by the day. We still don't know what kind of lung ideas he has and probably will never know but he is getting stronger and that's all that matters. I can't even put into words how much I love that kid.<br />
I do have to say with all of this good news my heart is a little sad today. I have to say I am really losing my faith. Faith in why things happen as they do. I can't go into details, but some things are truly unfair. My heart hurts for one of my dearest friends, while I just can't pull myself together to be happy for another. Life is unfair. I don't understand why good suffers and bad gets what they truly don't deserve. Enough of that I know you want pictures!<br />
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<a href="http://www.BrandyBurkePhotography.com/">Brandy Burke Photography</a>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-51069658451896332932011-03-18T16:26:00.000-07:002011-03-18T16:26:45.175-07:00Nov 4th The rest of the story!So I had finally started pushing. The doctor left me with my husband and the nurse. All I could feel was pressure. Pushing at the beginning felt great. I was more at ease pushing than relaxing. I was VERY slowly making progress. At 9 the nurse and my husband joked that we could have a baby by 9:30. YES!! Is all I thought. The longer I pushed the more frustrated I got I felt like nothing was happening. Gradually I started to feel alot of pressure. Like OK this pressure is getting painful. I expressed this to my nurse. J looked at my epi pump and to him it looked as if it was empty. The nurse said that it would beep before it ran out. The pressure quickly turned to PAIN. My epi failed and I could feel everything. The nurse left J and I in the room by ourselves and told us to not push. Looking back now I say WTF was she thinking? I had a good 10 very painful contractions that were off the chart and I told my husband to push the nurses button, I needed help. The next 60 seconds went as follows.<br />
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Me: Push the G D Button I am in pain<br />
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J Pushes button<br />
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Nurse at Desk: Yes?<br />
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J: She's kinda having a baby in here<br />
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Within 15 seconds my nurse, doctor and another nurse come running through the door. My doctor who I will now refer to as asshat says<br />
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Asshat: What's the matter?<br />
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J: She's kinda having a baby and I thought someone with a medical degree should be here.<br />
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Asshat looks at me and says I will be back.<br />
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My nurse stays with me and helps to push. By this time I am in horrible pain and an anesthesiologist comes in. He ups my epi but by this time my pain is to far gone to get back under control. by now it's 10:15 and I have been pushing an hour and a half. I AM EXHAUSTED! I am passing out between each contraction and I have no energy to push. The nurse calls for my doctor and we wait and wait. We waited an HOUR pushing and passing out before she comes in. I later find out she was in a C-section and tells my nurse to wait for her. She comes in and tells me I have 3 contractions to get him out or c-section. At this point I am so tired and hurting I don't care how he gets out .he doctor gets the vacuum ready to help him out. He is stuck under my pelvic bone .he next contraction comes and I PUSH. I have a second wind for some reason and I push like no one has ever pushed. THE VACUUM ISN'T WORKING. I scream at the nurse and doctor as they are figuring out that the damn thing isn''t plugged in correctly. I very loudly scream, "Are you fucking kidding me?" 2 pushes later they get it together and he pops out. They lay him on my chest and he is screaming. I help wipe him off and they whisk him away. My husband walks over and takes pictures and I just lay there with no energy left. A few minutes later they bring him back over for me to hold him and explain that they have to take him to the NICU for help. He is needing help to breathe. J goes with him and I quickly wake up! My asshat doctor and my wonderful nurse are about to do many not nice things to my lady bits. Now something they don't tell you is they have to "massage" your uterus after birth to get it to stop bleeding and for it to return to it's normal size. The word "massage" is bullshit. It hurts and it is almost as bad as an epi free delivery. What I found out later because at this time I was so tired and in so much pain and my baby was taken from me I couldn't concentrate for anything was that I wasn't doing well right after and I had to have a D & C, and repair work. Now normally if you have this they will give you major drugs for the pain because technically it is surgery. I HAD NONE! 0! I felt every scrap, stitch, pull and poke. And to make matters worse the asshat doctor messed up my repair work and had to pull all my stitches ans start AGAIN. It took and hour for me to be finished and after that hour I HAD TO GET OUT OF BED! I had to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and try to urinate. Of curse I hurt so bad it didn't happen. Now we are 2 hours post delivery and I am in bed eating because I am so hungry. Once I m done I am able to visit Isaac in the NICU. J and the nurse roll me to my baby. I don't know it now but this is the only time I will get to hold him for 3 days. I hold my precious baby for 5 minutes and then I tearfully apologize because I am to weak and tired to hold him and am terrified of dropping him that I make J take him from me. I go back to m room and pass out for 4 hours before the real torture of find out what was wrong with my son.Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-55091446007101715312011-01-04T18:51:00.000-08:002011-01-04T18:51:39.367-08:00Birth Story Nov 4 Part 2<i>So here is a warning and don't say I didn't warn you. The rest of the story will not be sugar coated. Part 1 was the nice and fuzzes of our story the rest is hard, graphic and I will not keep anything back. I do this because the second I am going to think about getting pregnant again I am going to come and read this and when I don't whence and cry by reading it I will know I am ready.</i><br />
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So after I ate all of the box dinner they gave me J and I did lap after lap around the labor and delivery wing to either get my contractions going or to make me dilate more. The Dr had asked what time my water had broke and J asked how long we could go before he had to come out. We were told 24 hours was the limit. At this point I was almost 2 cm before all the walking. When were so up beat and excited. We knew by this time tomorrow we would be holding our little man in our arms. We walked and talked and laughed. We day dreamed about what he would look like and what he would grow up to be. We were thinking we were at the finish line. This was the final stretch. We were planing our trip home on Saturday as a family of 3.<br />
1:30 AM came and we went back to our room. I crawled back in the bed and we waited for the nurse to come in. At this point I knew they were going to start talking drugs to get this thing started because nothing was happening. The nurse came in at 2 and said the doctor was delivering twins and they didn't forget about us that she would be in as soon as she was done.<br />
4 AM the nurse came in and talked to me about this little pill they were going to give me to start thinning out my cervix. Now when I talked to the doctor at midnight and she started talking about Pitocin I told her how terrified I was of it. I had heard horror stories about Pitocin. I was trying to avoid it at all cost. The nurse gave me the pill and said I had to be monitored for 2 hours because it had a side effect of messing with you heart and the babies heart and I could have another in 4 hours if nothing happened. Well 4 hours came and went and nothing.<br />
8:30 AM I realized Pitocin was going to happen soon so I called to get room service as J and I sit and play cards to pass the time. I was on a liquid diet so I got apple juice and jello. This is all I will eat until Nov 5. My new nurse comes in and tells me we will have to start Pitocin. I ask if I can have my epidural before they start the Pitocin and she agrees. I also ask if I can walk for 30 minutes to see if I can get anything going again before I get my epi knowing once it is in I am bed ridden until he is born. So we walk.<br />
10 AM The aneseoligist comes in the give me my epi. Nothing at this point had scared me as much as this. He explain everything to me and get everything ready. Just seeing all he was going to use scared the crap out of me. The nurse talks to me as he starts and my husband stands by my nurse to watch everything. The part that hurt the worst was the numbing shot. However the scariest part was the needle for the catheter. As he inserted the needle I jumped twice which made my husband jump and then he fussed at me for jumping. The Dr got the catheter in and they put my legs in bed and my nurse puts a catheter in my bladder and hooks me up to all the monitors/<br />
10:30 Pitocin gets started and jump starts my contractions. I thank god I can't feel anything at this point because the Pitocin did it's job. My contractions were getting into a pattern quickly but my cervix was taking it's sweet time dilating.<br />
2 PM I get checked and I am at 5 cm. Things are finally starting to get a move on. The nurse keeps uping my Pitocin every 1/2 and we are making steadying progress. We can see on the monitors that my contractions are starting to get off the chart. I am really thanking god for the epidural at this point knowing if I didn't have it life would suck BIG TIME! Dr comes in and says she is off at 5 and the new Dr will take over if we still don't have a baby by then but she still thinks it's possible.<br />
4 PM New nurse comes in and takes my vitals. I am now running a slight fever at 99.2. I question if we should be worried and if this is OK. Nurse tells me this is normal during labor sometimes if you have been in labor for awhile. Which I have.I talk to my parents on the web cam and talk to the in-laws while they visit and distract us. I don't know this but at this time the nurse backs off my Pitocin which now stall out my labor at 8 cm.<br />
Pitocin with out talking to the Dr and stalled out my labor. The new nurse suggest Tylenol to help the fever. (I am pissed at this point that the other nurse not only stalled my labor but didn't think to give me Tylenol to help the baby or me.) At this time antibiotics are ordered for me to start in my IV so they can get something in me and hopefully the baby before he is born.<br />
8:45 PM Dr comes in and I am 9 cm but she believes I can start pushing if the nurse holds the little lip of cervix out of the way. So we start what we thought was going to be the homestretch of a long 24 hours. We still had no clue what was coming for us.Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-83268732435627483172010-12-28T09:37:00.000-08:002010-12-28T09:37:16.825-08:00Birth Story Nov 3 Part 1I wanted to write this a lot sooner but as you will read it wasn't an easy labor or delivery and recovery wasn't easy at all.<br />
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Wednesday Nov 3<br />
So that afternoon around 2:30 at work I went to the bathroom because I pretty much lived there the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy. Now I thought I had lost my mucus plug earlier in the day but that was apparently only bits and pieces. This was no doubt my mucus plug. I knew this really didn't mean anything. Some women will loose theirs days before they actually go into labor, but I finally felt like something was happening! That afternoon at work I took care of a lot of last minute things I need to do before I left for maternity leave. I guess subconsciously I knew something was going to happen soon. I left for the day laughing telling the other girl I work with that I hoped I wouldn't see her tomorrow. I came home and J cooked dinner and we ate. It was this little stir fry thing that wasn't very big but my stomach wasn't tat big anymore so I was eating small meals but just always eating. After I ate I went take a shower and then J and I crawled on the couch to watch our Wednesday night shows. I was so tired I don't think I moved from 7 to 8:30. At 9 I told J I was going up to bed and he said he would be up by 9:30. I went up and brushed my teeth and was walking towards the bed to crawl in when I felt this wetness on my leg. Now I won't lie I had lost so much control over my body in the last week of my pregnancy my first thought was, "crap I just peed on myself." Then quickly I realized it may have been my water. Now my Dr tells me at my last appointment 5 days earlier that only 5% of woman's water breaks before contractions start. SO I go on believing this is not my water. I am an idiot and I just peed myself. But I also know once your water breaks the clock is ticking and there is only a certain amount of time you have to get baby out before there are serious health risk to you and baby ( which we learn first hand later.) So I call the office so they can page the Dr on call and tell them what's going on. So I am playing on the computer while I wait for the call. Those 5 minutes seemed like 30. And of course my phone didn't ring it just went to my voicemail. So I really never got to talk to the Dr. She left me a message saying come in and lets get you checked out. So I walk downstairs and look at my husband. The conversation goes as follows,<br />
<i>Me: Hey Babe</i><br />
<i>J: Yeah</i> (as he keeps his eyes on the Batman cartoon he's watching, I promise he is 29 not 16)<br />
<i>Me: Um.... Yeah... so I think my water broke and I called the Dr and they said to come in and get checked out.</i><br />
<i>J: Alright lets get moving</i> ( Then random mumbling to himself which I have no idea what it was but knowing my husband the ENGINEER he was going down a checklist he had made in his head for this exact moment the second he found out I was pregnant and had been adding to said list for the past 9 months)<br />
He proceeds to put the dogs out and fly up the stairs to our bedroom and change his clothes and finish packing faster than I have ever seen him move. In the process of this what e will call his "flash dance" he ask me to pack this and grab that. When I am not moving fast enough for him he says oh I will get it you just get dressed and get to the car. The whole time he is doing his "dance" I keep telling him I really don't think this is it. They are just going to send me home. I was in such a disbelief of what was happening. I was expecting that we would be leaving when I was have really bad contractions and I had labored at home for hours. (Looking back now I think my body was trying to start contracting the past 2 nights but as soon as I would fall asleep they would stop. More on this later)<br />
So after I am dress and down stairs I call my parents and let them know we are leaving. J gets everything in the car and away we go. The entire trip I am trying to convince J they are going to send us home and this is a wasted trip. He spends the 30 minute drive telling me you are in labor crazy lady. The one thing I will always remember from that ride is both of us realizing the next time we walked in our house we would be a family of 3.<br />
We got to the hospital and went up to L&D. They put us in a room and said they wanted to test my urine and wanted me to lay down for 30 minutes then they would check to see if my water had broke. My urine came back with some protein in it. The doctor came in 30 minutes later and as soon as she lowered my bed to see if my water broke the rest of my water came gushing and I mean gush out. She said you are officially admitted. You are not going home your staying. Then she did a quick ultrasound to make sure he was head down. They put me on the monitors to see if I was contracting and apparently I was a little. She asked me to walk for 2 hours and see I could really start contracting on my own. At this point I begged for food because I knew as soon as I got the epidural or starting really contracting it was all of limits. She must have saw the desperation in my eyes because she let me eat! As soon as I finished it was midnight and my doctor predicted we would see a baby by 5 the next afternoon. But oh how was she wrong. If we only knew what was in store for the next 24 hours.Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-39510596669291276462010-12-27T17:50:00.000-08:002010-12-27T17:50:32.007-08:00I promise I am alive!I just have a 7 week old who requires a lot of attention. I am hoping to write his birth story during his nap tomorrow but until then.....<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHC8KU-YVPNGpgVswZsWQrwsAZruDjkuz-rJuow6kDZCTznZnFfyihEyz7IHgaKx474RTwP2P7QdN5QAvnDiRbcq9hycjb8hTbNwvJU6TJDZpS9ocZYNcxd1qH40wKt1nzcuF-iLA/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHC8KU-YVPNGpgVswZsWQrwsAZruDjkuz-rJuow6kDZCTznZnFfyihEyz7IHgaKx474RTwP2P7QdN5QAvnDiRbcq9hycjb8hTbNwvJU6TJDZpS9ocZYNcxd1qH40wKt1nzcuF-iLA/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-27792790135905122192010-11-03T11:02:00.001-07:002010-11-03T11:02:45.486-07:00<div class="MsoNormal">Dear Little Man,</div><div class="MsoNormal">I know I have made it so nice and cozy where you are. I know if you are anything like me change is not something you are excited about. However your dad and I are so over the moon ready to meet you. Not to mention all of your family and our friends. I will admit as much as I want to hold you I will miss having you in my belly. You have been mine and only mine for the past 40 weeks. I’ve felt every move hick up and good kick in the ass you dealt out. I won’t lie towards the end it wasn’t the best feeling but I won’t trade it for anything. Even without ever laying eyes on you yet I know you are the cutest thing ever. You have to be you have nothing but your dad and I’s good looks. And I do have to say we are a rather good looking duo so you have won the gene pool kid and you don’t even know it. I hope you have his skin tone and rugged adorable looks and my hair. Also I really hope you have his eyes and smarts. You are more loved already than you will ever know. Your grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins are already spoiling you rotten. You have more clothes and toys than you will ever wear or play with. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Now I do have to apologize already to you and tell you I am sorry. I figure you won’t read this until you are older and married yourself so I can let you in on my secret. When I grew up I always thought my parents knew this parenting thing and that they were perfect and that’s just it. Let me let you in on a little secret. Your father and I don’t know a thing. We are learning as we go. I’ll give you a minute to digest that. I will tell you this. We are great fakers. This whole time you have been growing inside me we have faked this pregnancy thing rather well. Most would have said we looked like pros. I tell you another secret. We were both scared shitless the whole time. Scared we or I should say I was scared I would do or eat the wrong thing, or not call the doctor when we were supposed to. Even though you are just days or hours (better be sooner than later) away we feel we did a bang up job getting you this far. Now this is not to say we are not going to make some mistakes along the way. I’m pretty sure there are going to be things and times and words we are going to wish we could take back, but I promise you this. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE NUMBER 1 AND WILL BE LOVED LIKE NO OTHER LITTLE BOY HAS BEEN LOVED. </div><div class="MsoNormal">So if you are going to be anything like me I hope this pep talk helped in making you feel better about coming out. I know I always was ready to tackle the world after my mom gave me one of her talks. So come on out! If your anything like your father, lord help us all you are now just being stubborn and fighting authority. If that’s the case I for see lots of struggles between us and if that IS the case you might as learn now, dad and I will always get our way, the right way one way or another. But you will probably take oh about 20 years to learn this.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 9;"> </span>Love,<span style="mso-tab-count: 9;"> </span>Mom</div>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-66615401618322921582010-11-02T10:22:00.000-07:002010-11-02T10:22:19.299-07:00I need a clear cut sign!Because these maybe it is the beginning maybe not shit is really pissing me off! I need a clear cut, I am in labor sign. Because this is going to drive me nuts. Note to self stop googling. It will only drive you mad!Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-10339935104197569002010-11-01T07:33:00.000-07:002010-11-01T07:33:02.235-07:00Checklist CompleteWalking all weekend.....................Check<br />
Eating really spicy food.................Check<br />
Massage to hit pressure points......Check<br />
Drive into the mountains................Check<br />
Getting my labor and delivery on...NEGATIVE<br />
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Crap time for this to get moving!Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-13463039202866419202010-10-28T10:02:00.000-07:002010-10-28T10:02:56.953-07:0039 Weeks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">How Far</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> along:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> 39 Weeks</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b></b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Total weight gain:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> 43 lbs total.</span></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Maternity clothes: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Whatever fits is what gets worn</span></span></strong></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></b><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Sleep: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Between Braxton Hick and him moving this doesn't happen</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Best Moment this week: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">ANy moment I can breathe and sleep at the same time!!!!</span></span></strong><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Movement:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> Slowing way down</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Gender: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Boy! All Boy! </span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Labor signs:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Last week I was 50% effaced. We'll see tomorrow</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Belly button: </span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">It's so out. I can't hide it anymore.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Cravings: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Biscuits</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">What I miss:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Everything. Don't get me wrong I am so happy I was blessed with my baby but I miss everything that I used to do for myself. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Stretch Marks:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Yes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><b></b></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">What I am looking forward to this week:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Meeting the little man. J says he will be here on Halloween. I'm going with this because I have to look forward to something or I might just cry. I am miserable.</span></span></strong></span></div></span></div>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-79483599646577589122010-10-21T12:25:00.000-07:002010-10-21T12:25:23.633-07:0038 Weeks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">How Far</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> along:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> 38 Weeks</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b></b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Total weight gain:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> 42 lbs total.</span></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Maternity clothes: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I have a total of 3 outfits as of this morning</span></span></strong></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></b><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Sleep: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">What sleep. I am unaware of what this is.</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Best Moment this week: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">ANy moment I can breathe and sleep at the same time</span></span></strong><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Movement:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> He's slowing down. He is defiantly running out of room</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Gender: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Boy! All Boy! </span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Labor signs:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> I had a few of what I am pretty sure were Braxton Hicks the other night</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Belly button: </span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">It's so out. I can't hide it anymore.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Cravings: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Sweets. </span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">What I miss:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Not hurting. Not having to do a marathon to get up and walk across the room. There is nothing I do right now that feels normal.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Stretch Marks:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Yes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><b></b></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">What I am looking forward to this week:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Being that much closer!</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;">I am truly hoping this is the last entry I have, because I won't lie I am miserable!</span></span></div></span></div>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-75891469887811686172010-10-19T08:14:00.000-07:002010-10-19T08:14:39.352-07:00DreamsSo I had 2 dreams last night. I went to the <a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/">Dream DIctionary</a> to see what they meant. Here's what I got.<br />
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<div align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"><b><span style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">Breath ( I was trying to grab my breath before someone pulled me under water)</span></b></div><div align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"><span style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial;">To dream that you are trying to catch your breath or that you are out of breath, indicates that you are experiencing some anxiety, tension, or fear concerning a new situation in your waking life.</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"><span style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Labor ( I was in labor and my husband was ignoring me)</span></span></div><div align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: AIGDT;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial;"><div align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"><span style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial;">To dream that you are laboring, suggests that your goals will take a lot of hard work to accomplish.</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"><span style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial;">If you are a woman and dream that you are in labor, indicates your desire to be pregnant and to start a family. </span><span style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">To experience or feel labor pains or Braxton Hicks contractions in your dream, indicate the anticipation of hard work ahead. <b>If you are actually pregnant, then the dream serves as a rehearsal for the actual birth. The dream is trying to prepare you for labor and proper breathing.</b></span></div></span>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-63261136505971287022010-10-18T09:16:00.001-07:002010-10-18T09:16:29.502-07:00It's timeI have lost all patients with being pregnant and it's time. COme out little man COME OUT!Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-24190056896061086982010-10-14T09:28:00.000-07:002010-10-14T09:28:22.762-07:0037 WEEKS!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">How Far</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> along:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> 37 Weeks</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b></b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Total weight gain:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> 38 lbs total.</span></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Maternity clothes: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Even these don't fit</span></span></strong></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></b><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Sleep: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">What sleep. I am unaware of what this is.</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Best Moment this week: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Today! I am considered FULL TERM!</span></span></strong><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Movement:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> He's in a constant state of motion. Yes start to feel sorry for me!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Gender: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Boy! All Boy! There is absolutely no doubt after my ultrasound last Friday.</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Labor signs:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Bring it on. Anytime is fine!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Belly button: </span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">It's so out. I can't hide it anymore.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Cravings: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Sweets. </span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">What I miss:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Not hurting. Not having to do a marathon to get up and walk across the room.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Stretch Marks:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Yes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><b></b></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">What I am looking forward to this week:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Being that much closer!</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;">I can officially start walking again. I plan on being as active as possible. I am determined for him to get here before his due date!</span></span></div></span></div>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-12830146578052657822010-10-11T11:25:00.000-07:002010-10-11T11:25:35.645-07:00PSAI am done!<br />
As of Thursday when this kid hits full term he is more than welcome to come out at any time. In fact I will be walking and doing many things to talk him out of there. Time for him to get his butt out because he is starting to make mine seriously uncomfortable!Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817465445915497614.post-29855268190067832502010-10-07T13:54:00.000-07:002010-10-07T13:54:54.548-07:0036 Weeks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">How Far</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> along:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> 36 Weeks</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Total weight gain:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> 38 lbs total.</span></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 34px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Maternity clothes: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">You know it</span></span></strong></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></b><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Sleep: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">What sleep</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Best Moment this week: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Today! J comes and stays home until the little man gets here!</span></span></strong><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Movement:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> His movements aren't nice and cute anymore. They straight up hurt!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Gender: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Boy! All Boy! We get to see him again tomorrow!</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Labor signs:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Better not see any of this for at least 4 weeks. I would even say 3 weeks would be fine!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Belly button: </span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">It's so out. I can't hide it anymore.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Cravings: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Sweets. I so want cinnamon rolls</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">What I miss:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> Doing things for myself and seeing my feet. J had to tell me the other day that my dress was dirty. I couldn't see it :-(</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">Stretch Marks:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"> They appeared there ugly head last weekend. Uhh</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><b></b></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;">What I am looking forward to this week:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Being one week closer</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 22px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div></span></div>Hoping to be 3!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12735563223791463870noreply@blogger.com0