tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45458132181880757722024-03-13T23:27:31.296-07:00The Fun Has Just BegunStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-3258160123366478552013-11-13T08:46:00.002-08:002013-11-15T07:36:08.059-08:00Blake's Birth story<a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" name="c2435160649"></a>
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I think that I am going to make this story a one part-er. Not that its not as exciting as Leigha's, but there really wasn't anything too terribly exciting LOL and at this rate, who knows if I would even be able to finish it in a decent time LOL.<br />
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At this point in my pregnancy I was just SO UNCOMFORTABLE. I had bad sciatic pain,
and couldn't hardly walk, couldn't breathe, I was SO tired because I
couldn't sleep anymore because everything hurt. I was SO ready to be done being pregnant. <br />
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On Wednesday October 30th, I went in for a regular doctor's appointment. I was scheduled to have an ultrasound so Richard took the morning off work. The plan was after I dropped Leigha off at his parents, I would meet him at the hospital and he would go to the ultrasound and appointment with me and then would go to work. I wanted him at the ultrasound because I wanted him to see the baby before we met the baby.<br />
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I get to the hospital and Richard had beaten me there and as he comes up to me he realizes that he locked his keys in his work truck. After several phone calls to his office we decide that he will go to the ultrasound first, then while I'm at my appointment alone, he would go to the office and look for a key to his truck and then come back and give me back my car. <br />
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The ultrasound went really well for the most part. Blake was measuring right on schedule for once...he had been measuring 2 weeks ahead. I never did get to see a good shot of his face. The little booger was determined to make us wait until birth before we saw his face, but at least the tech confirmed what I had been suspecting for a while, that he was head down and ready to go.<br />
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I started noticing though when the tech was getting her measurements, that there wasn't that much fluid around the baby as I remember there being with Leigha. I wasn't sure if it was normal or not, so I asked the tech about it. It was also a fear of mine when the doc scheduled the ultrasound, that there wouldn't be enough fluid and they would have to induce, and she said that it looked low to her, but I needed to ask my doctor.<br />
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This makes me nervous, but I was determined to only hear good news. Richard leaves me there to go in search of keys. I get my BP, weight check, etc and finally the doctor comes in. She checks me and there is no change since the previous week. We discuss at what point she would induce and I told her that I didn't want to go past my due date. I was miserable and just wanted to be done. She told me that at my next appointment if I hadn't gone into labor that she would schedule an induction for me.<br />
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I ask her about the fluid and told her my thoughts. She said that the fluid was really low. That the lowest they like is 6 and mine was at 3. She asked me if I've been drinking enough water and resting enough. Of course the answer to both questions is probably not since I have Leigha all day long. I had told her earlier in the appointment that I didn't want a baby on Halloween, but she tells me that with the fluid as low as it was, she should induce me right away and asks how I felt. After hearing those words, my fear came true and I started crying, but at that point it was no longer about what I wanted, it was all about him and what he needed to be healthy. The doctor tells me that she will call the hospital and schedule me for an induction the next morning. <br />
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I text Richard and tell him I'm done with the appointment and that we needed to talk. He calls and I tell him about the induction that they had scheduled it for 6am the next morning on Halloween due to low fluid. He immediately calls in to work so that we can get things ready. <br />
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The next morning I got to the hospital at 5am and into a room by 6am. I was dilated on my own to 2 nearly 3 cm. They started the IV and pitocin at about 6:15. Contractions started nearly
immediately and were very manageable and didn't hardly feel them at all,
I even managed to get an hour nap in at about 8 am surprisingly.<br />
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Things were going really well. They kept coming in to up the amount of pitocin I was getting and to move the fetal heart monitor because Blake kept moving like a crazy man and they kept loosing him. At this point still the contractions were very manageable, I hardly even felt them. <br />
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I opted to get an epidural early because I wanted to have my water broken and I was scared that if they did that, things would go really fast and I didn't really want to experience the intense pain that I had with Leigha again, so I scheduled to get my epidural at 11 and have my water broken about noon. After getting the epidural the nurses had me lay on my left side. When they broke my water, I was dilated to a 3, almost a 4. <br />
That's when I started freaking out. I couldn't hardly
feel the contractions before I got the epi and I was scared the
induction was going to fail and I was going to have to have a c-section
to get him out. I was bawling my eyes out and just basically pissed at
myself. I felt like the day was being wasted and we had been there
FOREVER and nothing was happening and there was nothing I could do about
it. I couldn't stop crying. I felt helpless and horrible for putting my baby in that position. And I feel like I failed myself because I couldn't go into labor on my own. I think I even freaked out the nurse because she asked if I wanted her to
call the 'entertainment team" (haha! I imagine a bunch of clowns from
the peds floor or something LOL)<br />
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About 1, My brother and his wife brought Leigha by in her Halloween costume
which helped to raise my spirits. They had come to our house that morning to watch Leigha while Richard and I went to the hospital, and since it was Halloween, they dressed her up and took her to Elizabeth's work so she could go trick-or-treating. When she saw me, she was rather freaked out by the
IV's and tubes and wouldn't come to me, but I was just so happy she was
there, it was just what i needed to give myself a morale boost.<br />
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Anyways, I laid on my left side till about 2 when the nurse came in
to check me, I was at a good 4. She asked me to roll over on my right
side. Within 15 minutes, the contractions started hurting so badly that I pushed for a booster dose of my epi, and
called my nurse and asked why they were hurting so bad. I was honestly scared that the epidural was wearing off and I was SCARED
TO DEATH that I would have to have a natural birth. She checked me and I was at 7 cm. She said that she could tell on the monitors that I was progressing quickly because of the way that the baby was reacting. She stayed with me and pushed the booster on the epi again. Still not really any relief.
At this point my brother (who is an EMT) was watching the contraction
monitor and saw the numbers go from a steady 20-40 to sudden spikes of
98's and above. He never said anything to me, just got Leigha and
Elizabeth (his wife) and started to leave. I never said goodbye because at this
point I was hurting so badly that my nurse left the room to get the
anesthiologist to increase the epi.<br />
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When she was gone they got crazy bad, she came back and because I was reacting so horribly she checked me again and I was
complete. She called someone over the intercom and demanded that they tell my doc to come
NOW!!! We knew that she was in the area, but she wasn't at the hospital yet, and was waiting till she got the call. My nurse was yelling at the poor woman on the intercom, she wasn't nice about it and very demanding to the poor woman so I knew things were serious.<br />
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The
anesthesia nurse upped my epi dose and gave me at least 2 doses of
narcotics to help boost the epi faster. (She may have given more, I
didn't know) Richard was sitting next to me and told me that she would give me a dose of something and go talk to the nurse (who was still in the room) and tell her that she 'had given me this, this and so much of this, that she didn't want to give me anymore, but she really didn't want me to feel this'. They finally started to take effect and could no longer
feel the pain, but I could tell the contractions were still happening
because of the pressure. There was SO MUCH pressure. Eventually I couldn't even feel the pressure
in my stomach anymore because he was so low, everything that I was
feeling was in my pelvis. At this point I was still lying on my right side and I desperately wanted to roll over because I was facing the wall and monitors and I wanted to roll over to face Richard so that I could focus on him and not computers. But they didn't even want me to move my legs at all because my
nurse was scared that if I did, Blake would come flying out.<br />
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Doc showed up at 3:20, they put my feet in the stirrups and he
started to crown without me pushing. After she got her scrubs on I started to push at about 3:32.
Pushed 3 times during one contraction and he was out at 3:34pm.<br />
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During all this as Kevin was leaving with Elizabeth and Leigha, my mom was in the room with me and saw that I was progressing really quickly and called them when we kicked her and my mother in law out of the room to have them stay and go to the waiting room instead of taking Leigha back to our house, so the first person in our family to meet Blake (besides Richard and myself) was Leigha. I had always wanted Leigha to be the first to meet him, so this was an extremely special moment to be only the 4 of us for a few minutes. Especially since we weren't expecting her to be at the hospital until after I delivered and I called whoever to have them bring her to us. Then we got the rest of the family to come in an meet him. <br />
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Afterwards it turns out they had given me so many drugs in such large doses so that I wouldn't feel anything that it took
about 4-5 hours for the epidural to completely wear off to where they
would let me walk unassisted. And they wouldn't let me move to the postpartum floor until after I could walk. It had been an exhausting day and Richard and I just wanted to get into a room so I could sleep. I had been been awake unable to sleep since midnight and I was exhausted. However we never could get anyone to tell us when that would happen or why we couldn't be taken up in a wheelchair or gurney since I was beginning to get feeling back, I just couldn't walk. We were finally taken up to a room after 5 hours (in a wheelchair no less) and just moving up 4 floors in the hospital took an hour.<br />
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This was a ridiculous hospital stay. The service was so horrible from taking 2 hours to bring me my pain meds to getting yelled at for pressing the nurses call button to not getting supplies and medications that my doctor prescribed/ordered for me. It was an infuriating stay and if you know of anyone who will be delivering at St. Thomas Midtown hospital in Nashville (formerly Baptist hospital) please tell them to find someplace else to deliver. <br />
<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-53854962322547399342013-11-06T13:52:00.000-08:002013-11-06T13:52:14.666-08:00I would like to introduce you to...Blake Thomas<br />
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Blake was born on 10/31/2013 at 3:34 pm. He weighed 8 lbs, 6 oz and he is 21 inches long. <br />
He has a HEADFULL of black hair that sticks straight up, and super chubby extremely kissable cheeks.<br />
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We are so in love.<br />
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Here is a picture of our little Halloween treat.<br />
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I will be posting my birth story and more and better pictures as soon as I get it all written and get some more sleep LOL. <br />
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-22988259793762214292013-09-24T09:18:00.001-07:002013-09-24T09:19:53.056-07:0033 Week update<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name">
33 Week update
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Join me on this wonderful journey as our family goes from 3 to 4</span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today
I am exactly 33 weeks pregnant. My due date is still 11-12-13,
although I am measuring 2 weeks
ahead of schedule, just like I did with Leigha. I started out
weighing 235, and at my last appointment a week ago, she said I weighed 247, 12 pound weight gain...I'm pretty happy with that.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cravings: </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fresh foods. Fruit and some veggies, mainly soybeans, but salads also top the list as well. OH and steak..I have been CRAVING steak like no body's business</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aversions:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No fried foods. I feel gross after I eat them. I've never experienced that before so this is new to me. Blake is trying to make me healthier LOL. I hope I can continue it after he is born. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Symptoms</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Pain. Everything hurts. I think I pulled my hip a few weeks back trying to get out of bed and while it feels better, it hurts really badly if i lay on it for too long so sleeping isnt the greatest. Basically though my entire body aches. You know when you have the flu and your bones ache...that's what I feel like right now, but without the sickness. Tylenol is my friend when it gets super bad. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> am loving:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That he is moving so much! I was laying in bed the other day and he was kicking up a storm and me was practically shaking my entire body. I have to keep remembering that this will more than likely be my last pregnancy ever so I am trying to remember or document every single movement on video.....haven't gotten very much footage, but I'm getting some. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is
ok. I still wake up every morning about 2 am...well 2:34 to be exact. I can't tell you how many times in the last 3 weeks I've seen that time on my bedside clock. It seems to be the time when the Tylenol and Zantac stop working at their best. Unisom is my friend 2-3 times a week because I just need the help that a 1/2 pill gives me to get a little extra rest and help me fall back to sleep when I get up.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Feeling good. These days I'm in pain or I can't catch my breath, or I'm tired. I just want to feel normal again. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am looking forward to:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Starting to paint his room. I am going to do that this week with Richards help because he needs to move some pretty big pieces of furniture so I can paint behind him. Thankfully I don't have much to paint because the room is mostly brown already and that is the big color that we are using for his room. I do have to paint a blue wall and green wall though and it will be set. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm spazzing about</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thinking that he will come early. My doctor told me at my last appointment that if I were to go into labor at 34 weeks (October 1) that she won't stop it, that she will let me deliver. This FREAKED me out....In a week I could have a baby. Granted I'm not showing any signs of pre-term labor, other than a scare that sent me to L&D 3 weeks ago due to bleeding and contractions, but I just have a feeling he will be here sooner rather than later. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">st moment this week:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being able to vacuum the floor in his room. Weird I know, but the room he will live in has been used as a storage room so it was FULL of boxes of crap. To me it means we are making progress. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Milestones:</b> 1 week away from potentially having a baby. ZOMG! </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">M</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ovement:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Painful and consistent and strong!</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a...:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">Boy named Blake </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exercise:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Non existent. I know that it would probably help my pain if I could actually manage to do some exercises, but I just can't. Getting up to chase Leigha around is getting really difficult and painful, but I have to do what I have to do. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Diet:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lots
of fruits and meat. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goals for the upcoming </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">week:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As always, drink more water.</span></span><br />
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-22259388005903232882013-09-24T08:46:00.001-07:002013-09-24T08:46:16.063-07:00Pregnancy #2 differencesI was thinking the other night while laying in bed during one of my 2 am insomnia sessions about the things that are different with pregnancy this time around.<br />
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I know that I am more stressed this pregnancy. I think because I've now been there before. I know that taking care of a newborn isn't as easy as I had thought the first time around. And add to the fact that Leigha runs non stop (seriously, this child doesn't walk, running is the only speed she knows), doesn't do much to ease my mind at all LOL. Ahh there is something to be said for blissful ignorance LOL.<br />
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I have been more lax about taking medications if I need them. If I need a Tylenol, I'll take it without thinking twice. Cold medicine? if its on the approved list, I'll take it. Unisom, there is a box in my cabinet too. Zantac has also been my lifesaver this time around too and I haven't given it much thought. With Leigha's pregnancy I wouldn't take anything for the heartburn and I really didn't need to as long as I ate at least 1 pickle in the afternoon/evening. This time around pickles stopped working about 12 weeks in...2 weeks into the heartburn, and thank goodness too because after eating so many, I didn't really want any more...still don't, I can't even eat them on burgers anymore LOL.<br />
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We agreed on the name so much quicker. It took maybe 2 weeks. I should have done this the last time, and forced Richard to narrow down a list, but I didn't. Although come to think of it, we only needed to pick one name because we have known forever what his middle name would be.<br />
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I haven't been so anal about getting his room done as I was with Leigha's. Hers was done about the time I entered the third trimester. It was perfectly done, with the exception of making curtains which was finished the second week she was here. This time as I sit here at 33 weeks, Blake's room is still a mess. Granted its not AS big of a mess as it once was thanks to Richard helping me last week throw out and go through LOTS of boxes and things, but I know that it will either barely be done by the time he gets here, or will be finished shortly after...and I don't really mind. <br />
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Belly pics are pretty much non-existent. If it weren't for the November birth board I'm a member of on baby center, I wouldn't take any. <br />
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I know for a fact that I am MUCH bigger this time around. Painfully bigger. Can't hardly move bigger, Wake up crying because I can't move bigger. If I didn't know for a fact it was only one...I would swear there were twins in there.<br />
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Poor Blake. We have some definite second kid syndrome going on in this house LOL. <br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-79154029792792363522013-08-31T11:11:00.000-07:002013-08-31T11:11:07.753-07:00Leigha is 2!Well technically she is 2 and 1 month and change, but I'm no good about being on time for anything LOL. <br />
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She is a handful....go ahead and look up that word in the dictionary, it will have her picture beside it. We are definitely in the throws of the terrible two's. She is such an independent little girl which is wonderful, and horrible at the same time.<br />
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It means more messes, and more things I don't have to worry about doing for her at the same time. <br />
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She has such a big vocabulary, and will repeat almost everything you say, which is totally cute. At her 2 year checkup I was worried that she wasn't talking very much, at least I couldn't understand her very well, but a month later and she is talking up a storm. I can only imagine what she is going to be like in 2 months. I think we will be OK. <br />
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She was 30 pounds and 35 inches tall. 75% percentile for weight and 95% percentile for height. In other words she is perfect...and will be perfectly tall too :D <br />
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She loves Umi Zoomi and her favorite part of the show is the crazy shake at the end. I'm talking shaking her hands and head and squealing, and singing parts of the words. Her second favorite is Bubble Guppies, again because they dance in the middle of it and girl likes to dance. <br />
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She loves...LOVES macaroni and cheese. Its the only thing that I am guaranteed that she will eat. Well as long as its the elbow macaroni and yellow cheese sauce. That gourmet stuff you get off the kids menu at some restaurants she won't touch it (which really irks me...its a kids menu...don't make simple things gourmet! grrrr!)<br />
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She is still not liking most foods, but sometimes on occasion she will try something. We're working on it. And because of this, she is now having to take a multivitamin every day. Her iron numbers came back REALLY low at her 2 year check up so she is getting an iron supplement as well. We will go back to the doctor at the end of October to have them recheck the numbers and if they are still low then we will have to put her in the hospital for iron treatments. That is not something that I am looking forward to especially since I will either have a VERY newborn baby or be VERY close to my due date. Neither of which we are happy with, but obviously will have to do it if we have to. We will manage.<br />
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She is in love with her Daddy. She has to be wherever he is, doing whatever he is doing, looking at whatever he is looking at. If his hands are above his head, hers are too. Its so adorable. She loves to imitate, but then again at this age, I suppose all children do. <br />
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Where oh where has the time gone! I am excited to see what you will do next, but I long for the days when you were a cuddly tiny squishy baby....I didn't get enough time with you then. <br />
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Stop growing up little girl....Please stay little forever. Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-83833279611997278682013-08-31T10:41:00.000-07:002013-08-31T10:41:03.121-07:0029 + 5 week update<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Join me on this wonderful journey as our family goes from 3 to 4</span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today
I am exactly 29 weeks 5 days pregnant. My due date is still 11-12-13, although the last 2 appointments I have gone to I am measuring 2 weeks ahead of schedule. I started out
weighing 235, and at my last appointment 2 weeks ago I weighed either 246 or 247, she moved the thing so fast I'm not sure what it said and I couldn't understand her when I asked but its not a big deal to me. I'm going to attempt to not gain
more than 10 additional pounds, but we shall see what happens. I'm not
going to stress if I do. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cravings: </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm still craving fresh foods. I just bought a TON of produce at the store. Apples, oranges, peaches, kiwi, but dang it now I realized I forgot the plums. :( </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aversions:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heavy fried foods and burgers, pizza and fast food are still on my list of things I don't want any more of. I want home cooked, or restaurant cooked fresh foods..light foods, like salads and grilled chicken and stuff like that. Although steak fries still taste amazing to me. Go figure. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Symptoms</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
Heartburn and hip pain. I am now taking 2 Zantac per day to curb the heartburn and depending on what I have eaten, sometimes it doesn't even help. And the hip pain is here to stay I believe. The baby is so low my hips grind and yesterday while in Home Depot with Richard I was walking behind him and at one point it hurt so badly I was actually concerned with how I was going to make it out of the store because I literally could not take another step. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> am loving:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That
I can now see my stomach flip and roll and kick. Its one of my
favorite parts of pregnancy. No one has felt him yet though. I'm
waiting till closer to the end before I make Richard feel him, but I try
to get Leigha to and she just doesn't sit still long enough. (This is the same as my last update so I'm leaving it) </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is
getting better. I still wake up at 2 am every night, but I'm getting better at being able to fall back to sleep. Sometimes i need to take a half a unisom to help, but I only do that on occasion especially when I know I will be needing a good nights rest the night before. I also think the pregnancy pillow I bought at the beginning of the pregnancy helps too. Its nice to have something to prop up the stomach and put between my knees. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being able to walk normally. I am starting to waddle rather badly both because of the hip pain and because he is so low. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am looking forward to:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Getting
his room set up. I </span>started cleaning it out a couple weeks ago and have sold my really big craft table so I at least have room for a crib if need be LOL. I also ordered the crib bedding this week and it should be here Tuesday at which point we will start painting probably next weekend. We have to do some major rearranging of furniture and sell more stuff, but its getting there. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm spazzing about</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I still don't have all the things that I think I need. However since my last update I have acquired a video monitor, some baby blankets, swaddlers, infant towels, burp cloths and have the bedding being shipped to me. I have also bought a changing table from a friend, but I have yet to pick it up. I still need a crib/bassinet, changing pad, paint, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">st moment this week:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finding out I may have gestational diabetes and yes, I'm being VERY sarcastic LOL. I had my 1 hour test this past Tuesday at 28 weeks. I received a phone call from the office and I immediately assumed that I was anemic so I started taking iron supplements. However when I called the office back a couple days later (I couldn't call earlier) she told me I had failed and needed to go back to do the 3 hour test. I'm hoping its because of the half package or double stuff Oreo's that I ate as breakfast and lunch the day before. Oreos are my weakness, pregnant or not. I have since cut back drastically on the amount of cokes and sweets that I am eating because I really hope that it was just a fluke thing. I will find out on Tuesday or Wednesday after that test is done. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Milestones:</b> He is a STRONG little boy. I have made it to the point in pregnancy when I am literally saying 'OUCH' when he kicks lots of times. Leigha never did this, or maybe she did and the anterior placenta muffled it, but WOW, I have a future NFL kicker in here for sure! </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">M</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ovement:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Definitely
on a schedule. I have 5 times a day when I can set a clock by him. He
definitely already has his schedule down pat. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a...:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Boy, a boy...a beautiful baby <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;">Boy named Blake </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exercise:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chasing
Leigha. She has become a hellion now and runs away from me at every
request that I make...even getting into her chair and eating. She is
still doing this and it is still pretty much all the exercise I
get...I'm starting to get winded really quickly these days. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Diet:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lots and lots of watermelon, milk and meats...mainly beef and chicken, and now fruit and water. Water is amazing to me now, and nothing else tastes even remotely good. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goals for the upcoming </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">week:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As always, drink more water. </span></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-34133386398738742472013-07-30T19:56:00.002-07:002013-08-01T05:41:23.032-07:0025 week update<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Join me on this wonderful journey as our family goes from 3 to 4</span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I am exactly 25 weeks. My due date is still 11-12-13. I started out weighing 235, and today I weighed 245. I'm going to attempt to not gain more than 10 additional pounds, but we shall see what happens. I'm not going to stress if I do. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cravings: </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm still craving fresh foods</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aversions:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heavy fried foods are now on my list of things I just can't handle a lot of. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Symptoms</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Heartburn. OMG the heartburn is so much worse than it was with Leigha. I've had to resort to taking a nightly Zantac and more frequently one during the day as well. It is the most uncomfortable thing ever. Pickles stopped working a couple weeks ago. Good I guess considering I was getting sick of eating them. And I used to love pickles. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> am loving:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That I can now see my stomach flip and roll and kick. Its one of my favorite parts of pregnancy. No one has felt him yet though. I'm waiting till closer to the end before I make Richard feel him, but I try to get Leigha to and she just doesn't sit still long enough. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is getting better. When I remember to take my Zantac, its much better. Leigha is getting 4 more teeth in (her canine teeth) so she cries out in the middle of the night quite often, but doesn't really wake up, but that of course wakes me up. I should probably turn off the monitor, but I just can't bring myself to do that yet.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep, and not have to pee every 15 minutes. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am looking forward to:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Getting his room set up. I STILL haven't started to clean it out which is starting to give me anxiety attacks whenever I think about it, but I have a definite plan of where i want everything to go and a slight handle on paint colors, which will be more locked in when I actually find a bedding set that I like. The room will be in a frog theme, and I'm just trying to find one cute enough for my tastes. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm spazzing about</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not having hardly anything for this baby but 3 totes of clothes. I may have gone a little overboard. Sure I have Leigha's swing and bouncy and stuff, but none of the major things. No crib, bedding, monitor, diapers, clean room etc. AND starting at the end of August, I start the 2 week appointments. How in the WORLD is this going by so fast! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">st moment this week:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I really can't come up with one. I had an appointment today and the doctor said I'm measuring about 2 weeks ahead...that was pretty cool, but nothing I'm taking to heart. Next time is my GTT test. Ohh the drink, I can't hardly wait! (kidding!!)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Milestones:</b> Oh oh oh oh!!!! We came up with a name! LOL. How can I skip that?! His name will be Blake. Blake Thomas. We were debating on 2 names and then had a new front walkway poured and I told Richard to put Leigha's initial in the wet cement along with her hand and foot prints and then I told him that I wishes the new baby could have something in it too and suggested that we put what his initials would be and it just kinda came out as BTH. So his name is set in stone...LITERALLY!!! LOL</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">M</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ovement:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Definitely on a schedule. I have 5 times a day when I can set a clock by him. He definitely already has his schedule down pat. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a...:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;">Boy, a boy...a beautiful baby <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;">Boy! </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exercise:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chasing
Leigha. She has become a hellion now and runs away from me at every
request that I make...even getting into her chair and eating. She is still doing this and it is still pretty much all the exercise I get...I'm starting to get winded really quickly these days. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Diet:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lots and lots of watermelon, milk and meats...mainly beef and chicken. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goals for the upcoming </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">week:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As always, drink more water. </span></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-19816228236558382712013-06-28T19:22:00.001-07:002013-06-28T19:22:30.222-07:00OopsI just realized that I have some really exciting news and that I completely dropped the ball on giving it to you. Eek! Sorry!<br />
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Anyways, before I get on with my update, we had our big anatomy scan last week. Everything looked so great. We got a great profile shot of the baby and I think it looks EXACTLY like Leigha did. Richard and I decided to bring Leigha because I wanted us to find out the gender of the baby as a family. Granted she did not know what was going on, it was still a special day. The baby looked healthy and is developing right on schedule. <br />
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Also, we are having a <u><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">BOY</span></span></b></u>!!!!!! and we couldn't be more thrilled. Honestly I think Richard and I were shocked. Don't get me wrong, I wanted a boy, but I was convinced that it was going to be another girl. Everything said girl...heart rate, Chinese gender predictor, and all kinds of other wives tales said it was going to be a girl...but regardless we are over the moon and in shock. <br />
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No names yet...we haven't even thought of any, but we do have a list going....a rather LONG list, but maybe we can narrow it down before our son makes his entrance into the world. :D <br />
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Anyways, now that the world knows about our beautiful baby boy, I will continue with the update.<br />
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<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I am 20 weeks 3 days</span></b></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Join me on this wonderful journey as our family goes from 3 to 4</span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">W</span></b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">eight Gain:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Starting weight: 232 (Can't believe I just
admitted that). </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cravings: </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I'm craving fresh foods. Salads, fruits, that kinda thing. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aversions:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Burgers and fast food and things of that nature are not so appealing to me anymore</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Symptoms</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sore boobs, for sure! I don't remember this with Leigha, but maybe
since I didn't have a 28 pound child climbing all over me all day every
day back then it wasn't so much of an issue.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> am loving:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am feeling him now! I know that for sure. He's a stubborn little booger though. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Non existent again. I am battling yet ANOTHER cold...second one this month.</span></span><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleeping on my stomach. When I roll onto my stomach it immediately wakes me up because it hurts...its not uncomfortable, it HURTS</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am looking forward to:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Getting bigger. Honestly, I can't wait for this belly to keep growing and watching it roll and move as he keeps getting bigger. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm spazzing about</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We haven't even started on getting his room cleaned out. It will probably take the remaining 4 months to get it done, it is such a mess. It will more than likely be down to the wire for sure. Especially since we are turning a room that's purpose at the moment is storage, office, sewing room and library....LOTS of things in that room!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">st moment this week:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got some baby boy clothes. Nothing spectacular, just some really cute clothes and onesies and things. I also got him a Thanksgiving outfit (even though he may not be here by then) and 2 Christmas outfits, and even a Halloween costume for next year! I'm pretty sure this costume is guaranteed not to fit because I got it so early, but that's OK. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Milestones: </b>I THINK I can feel him from the outside, but like his sister he is stubborn and doesn't want me to feel him at all yet. He can be kicking up a storm, but the second I put my hand on my stomach, he stops. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">M</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ovement:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Definitely, and I am so excited about it too. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a...:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span><u><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">BOY</span></span></b></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exercise:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't have the energy to exercise after having 2 colds in 1 month. I feel like I have been beat up and spit back out. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Diet:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nah...just trying to eat more fresh healthy foods. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goals for the upcoming </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">week:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kick this stupid cold...that's my main focus at this point.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-44209898882210554422013-06-02T10:14:00.000-07:002013-06-02T10:14:01.004-07:0016 Weeks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Join me on this wonderful journey as our family goes from 3 to 4</span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm sorry that I have slipped back into my bad habits of posting every once in a while. I had done so good for those past couple weeks, but Ah well. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I am currently 16 weeks and 5 days. My next doctors appointment is on Tuesday. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cravings: </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The past couple weeks all I have wanted is Taco Bell. I am so hungry for it, I cant stand it most days. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aversions:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not too many aversions. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Symptoms</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I can feel the baby now when I push on my stomach. Its a hard little knot and I know its the baby and not my uterus because it moves around when I push on it. </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> am loving:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That I'm starting to round out more. I don't think I look as fat as I did in the past few weeks, but I for sure look pregnant now (or at least I hope that I do.)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Completely non-existent at this point. Leigha and I have been sick with a cold now for most of this past week so between her coughing spells in the middle of the night, my coughing spells and waking up to pee...I'm only getting 4 hours a night, and its a sporadic 4 hours at that. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep. And being able to take medications. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am looking forward to:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Scheduling our gender ultrasound. I dont know when it is yet, we will make the appointment on Tuesday, but i estimate it to be sometimes around June 18th...when I will be 19 weeks. Although I am going to really try to get it for June 11th. I'm being REALLY impatient and if I knew of a way that I could convince Richard to do an elective ultrasound I would totally do it LOL.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm spazzing about</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nothing really. I still have my moments about 2 kids and all, but I think its getting better. Millions of women are doing this every day and have been doing it for hundreds of years...surely I can too.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">st moment this week:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Realizing that I am feeling this baby kick already. At first I felt flutters, but now I'm feeling kicks. I know its still too early for Richard to feel it, but I'm enjoying this little one kicking away. Its much harder than it was with Leigha (than I remember anyways)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Milestones:</b>Nothing that I can think of other than the movement and feeling the baby in my stomach. <b><br /></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">M</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ovement:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just a little. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a...:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> No clue!</span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But we're CLOSE!!!!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exercise:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chasing Leigha. She has become a hellion now and runs away from me at every request that I make...even getting into her chair and eating. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Diet:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lots and lots of watermelon, milk and meats...mainly beef and chicken. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goals for the upcoming </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">week:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Get rid of this stupid cold!! And drink more water. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-72995151849236456672013-05-18T18:28:00.003-07:002013-05-18T18:36:14.524-07:00Week 14 update<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Join me on this wonderful journey as our family goes from 3 to 4</span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This has been a crazy week so far. Leigha has become more active than ever. I never thought it would be possible. She is also testing my patience like never before. She is hitting and kicking more and its really starting to wear on my nerves, she runs away, doesn't listen, won't walk when holding my hand and just falls so it looks like I'm just dragging her across the floor, she screams non stop when I'm on the phone and has discovered that she can throw things...HARD and I'm usually her target. I'm just feeling abused and unloved at this point, which is ridiculous I know because its typical toddler behavior but its hard when no one will back me up. Especially when she hits and kicks me, if there is anyone else in the room, they usually don't say anything, and since she doesn't listen to me...well you get the idea. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When she gets like this my mind automatically goes to thinking I can't do this with a newborn, and that I don't think I want to go through this stage again. I'm scared she will hit/kick the new baby, or just basically become a holy terror once he/she comes in November. I need to figure out a way to calm myself down. I know this stress isn't good for the baby which is proven because of the Braxton Hicks contractions I've been feeling the past few days. I have talked to my doctor and she told me I need to rest more. Kinda impossible with Leigha, but I try. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyways, thanks for listening to my rant...now back to my irregularly scheduled update...</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm currently 14 weeks and 4 days. Due 11/12/13</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(not entirely sure how that happened. I just realized I was 14 weeks when I had to call my doctor yesterday...oops!)</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">W</span></b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">eight Gain:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I'm not going to have this category anymore unless I go to the doctor for an appointment because I just don't weigh myself otherwise.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cravings: </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I haven't noticed any cravings this past week. Again I just haven't really wanted to eat much. I kinda wanted taco bell, but not strongly enough to get any. Although come to think of it I did devour nearly an entire large jar of pickles in 3 days. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aversions:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chinese. Richard brought some home the other day and while I forced it down, i just really didn't want to eat it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Symptoms</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm definitely feeling the baby move a little. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> am loving:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not much this week....its been a bad week.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I finally got some Unisom so I have slept good the past couple of nights. Not the best, but better than i have been. </span></span><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Feeling normal. I wanna be back to me. I'm sure this is all hormonal and has to do with me not having taken my depression meds since finding out about this baby. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am looking forward to:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finding out what this little bean is in a couple of weeks.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm spazzing about</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Still freaking out about 2 kids. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">st moment this week:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Having dinner with my family and sister in law last night for her</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">birthday. Not baby related, but still one of the few highlights. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Milestones:</b>Starting to feel movement. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">M</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ovement:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just a little bit.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a...:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> No clue!</span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exercise:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chasing after Leigha</span></span><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Diet:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More water</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goals for the upcoming </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">week:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Try to figure out a way to de-stress and drink more water. I've got to stop these contractions or I'm afraid my doctor will put me on bedrest. :( </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-613715705869458632013-05-10T18:21:00.000-07:002013-05-10T18:21:35.626-07:00Week 13 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Join me on this wonderful journey as our family goes from 3 to 4</span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>I'm currently 13 weeks (and 3 days) and the baby is about the size of a shrimp. </i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My weeks change over on Tuesdays...but ya'll know I'm lazy and never post anything on time. :D </span></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">W</span></b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">eight Gain:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Starting weight: 232 (Can't believe I just
admitted that). </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was at 235 at my last appointment. Im going to try really hard to not balloon up this time. My goal for this pregnancy is 20 pound weight gain or less since I weighed so much when I got pregnant.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cravings: </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">None, I just don't like food. Its not that I don't want to eat it, I do, but nothing sounds good. Of course, Richard says the same thing so I'm sure that its not just a pregnancy thing.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aversions:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">None. Not that I don't want to eat....Sounds weird with the last one, but I just don't have anything that I can't stand the thought of. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Symptoms</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am starting to feel my uterus when I push on my stomach. Definitely a lot earlier than last time. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> am loving:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That I can eat again without getting nauseous. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whats sleep? Between having to pee seemingly every hour and Leigha waking up to cry for 10 seconds every couple hours (SO ANNOYING!!)...I'm not getting much. </span></span><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Having an alcoholic drink if I wanted it. Today Leigha didn't take a nap so by the end of the day my nerves were shot....all I wanted was a Smirnoff or 2 or 3. :( Sad to think that I won't be able to have another one of those until at least November 2014 Lord willing. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am looking forward to:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Really feeling the baby move. I can feel it swimming around in there and settling down into my bladder like Leigha used to...definitely earlier than I did with her too. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm spazzing about</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being a mom to 2 kids...especially when they both are crying and need me at the same time. Still have my doubts. Its an issue that I'm trying to work through with my therapist.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">st moment this week:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got to hear the heartbeat at my appointment.....161. I saw it through the ultrasound at the last one, but its not the same as hearing it on the Doppler</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Milestones: </b>Could it be considered a milestone if someone that I only see on a VERY occasional basis asked if I was having a baby?<b><br /></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">M</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ovement:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its starting. The settling is very noticeable and I THINK I may be starting to feel kicks, but I'm not going to call it a certainty yet. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a...:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> No clue!</span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm still hoping for a boy, but I'm beginning to think Girl. I've been trying to come up with some good things about having 2 girls so that I don't get upset in the ultrasound room when the time comes...so far I have built in best friends, and sharing clothes...any more that I'm missing?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exercise:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chasing Leigha whenever she gets a hold of something that she is not supposed to have....the girl is a scissor magnet, I swear she can get them down off the highest shelf without climbing. And I've been trying to get down on the floor with her more to play and chase and tickle and teach, even if I just let her climb on me, but I'm really trying to be more active with her including taking her to the park more just so we have some movement. </span></span><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Diet:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Really trying to make an effort to eat more fruits and veggies. Just ignore the big bowl of ice cream with hot fudge, marshmallow sauce and whipped cream sitting next to me :) (Remember Leigha didn't nap today) Oh, and I've been trying to (and succeeding) in drinking a lot more water this week...I hope to keep that up. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goals for the upcoming </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">week:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drink even more water and try to keep up the healthy eating. </span></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-45973752643155927242013-04-28T20:05:00.003-07:002013-04-29T06:30:51.232-07:00Day in the life, Spring 2013. SundayI figured that since I haven't done a DITL post in so long so at the very last minute (like 7:30 am) I decided to make a DITL post of this day. I figured I might as well document this spring since Leigha is at such a fun age and I feel like for the most part I have a handle on things. :) <br />
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7:20 am I wake up having to go to the bathroom, but lay in bed for 10 minutes willing myself to go back to sleep and wait until 8 when Leigha wakes up.<br />
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7:30 am snuggle time in the bed with the dogs playing with them because we never get to play with them in the mornings anymore.<br />
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8:00 am Leigha wakes up for the morning. I hear her music player turn on, a sure sign that she is more than ready to start the day. At least she isn't crying.<br />
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8:30 am. After getting Leigha up and turning on the TV to watch a little of the morning news, Richard tells me that he wants to go to Hope Depot later this morning to get some things and to get breakfast.<br />
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9:00 am Not wanting to get left behind as he is always threatening to do, but I doubt he ever will, I rush to get dressed and get Leigha dressed too. I manage to remember to get a picture of me, my first belly shot at 11 weeks, 5 days. Just bloat I'm sure, but already in maternity clothes. I also get a picture of Leigha's crazy closet. This girl has SO MANY CLOTHES!!! Her closet is worse than mine!! And we're on our way!!<br />
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9:10 am We arrive at home depot. Leigha wants out of the cart so I let her loose in the store the whole time telling her to "Follow Daddy" or "Get Daddy" She runs after him the whole way. Its SO cute. (I took a picture even though Richard said no pictures in the store LOL.<br />
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9:45 am Dunkin donuts for breakfast and stopping at the gas station for some milk and OJ because neither of us feel like driving all the way to the grocery store. We some hungry folks! She is so excited over them that she dances while she eats the first
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10:45 am Richard is finished with his breakfast sandwiches, I'm finished with my 4 donuts...they were SO good, I had to treat myself. And we gave Leigha 2 donuts....we'll regret giving her this ALL afternoon. Play time for Leigha follows with some operation and a creative way for Richard to keep her out of his Sunday project.<br />
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11 ish While Leigha is playing quietly,I thought I would take the opportunity to try to find the new baby's heartbeat. I can't find it, Leigha decides to try. Afterwards we go outside for some playing on the swings and slide and just running around the backyard in general.<br />
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12:30 I realize when Leigha is supposed to begetting ready for her nap that I forgot to make her lunch. Its too late to cook her something, so I scrounge the fridge for some graham crackers, saltines, peanut butter and some cheese cubes and a glass of lemonade. I later add pineapple for some fruit, but she doesn't eat it. She eats everything on her plate with the exception of the peanut butter. She loves the stuff, but apparently isn't used to seeing it like this and she doesn't really know what it is, so she put it in her hair. You know, because that's where you put things if you don't know what they are. LOL<br />
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1:30, Leigha and I are both done FINALLY so I take her to her room to put her down and she picks out 2 books and then I rock and sing to her and put her in her bed. She is wide awake and plays in her crib for about 30 minutes.<br />
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2:00 pm. I am laying on the couch and so sleepy so I decided to take a nap. Leigha is starting to complain in her room by this point, but I have already rocked her, read to her, and I refuse to go back in there until 3. I'm hoping she settles down but Richard tells me she doesn't. I tell him that if I fall asleep to wake me up at 3<br />
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2:50 pm I wake up on my own on the couch with very large poster pictures frames resting against my legs and newspaper clippings and tickets all over the floor. Leigha is crying by this point, so I tell Richard to just go get her. He brings her in the living room and because he is working on his project for his bonus room, I try to keep her on my lap on the couch, but she is not having any of it, so I give her the camera. It occupies her for about 15 minutes. I try to bring up some of her favorite song videos on youtube, she's not having that either, so as soon as its safe and I'm able to get up and off the couch, I take her back outside. This girl would LIVE outside if we let her. I'm positive of it.<br />
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At this second trip outside I forget the camera, but its more of the swing and the slide. This time though, Leigha pulls out the jogging stroller and pushes it around the driveway. She discovers that she can push it and walk away and it will roll back to her. I push it to the 'steeper' part of the driveway and she LOVES that it rolls back to her and just cracks up with belly laughs. We stay outside for about an hour before coming in for a potty break, after which she discovers the operation game again. She loves trying to take the things out of the little holes.<br />
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4:00 Back outside we go. More swinging and sliding. Only this time she decides to show me her cartwheels in which she just puts her head on the ground and sticks her butt in the air LOL. The little girl next door was doing cartwheels in the backyard a few weeks ago and Leigha started doing that when she would do her cartwheel. She loves her cartwheels. She points out airplanes, learns the words Bee, Clouds, Sky, plane, wasp and bird. She tries to blow the dandelion flowers, but can't quite yet. We are outside for yet another hour. Its the ONLY way that I am able to keep her quiet after she has been awake ALL. DAY. LOOOONG! :D<br />
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5:00 I cook her dinner while Richard entertains her doing something. She gets what I call butter babies, which is plain macaroni with butter. I call them butter babies because she gets all buttery whenever she eats them. I try to get in SOME water today. This pregnancy, I have been HORRIBLE in my water intake.<br />
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5:30, we are eating...well Leigha is eating, I'm eating her left overs, and then after she goes to bed, Richard and I will eat some BBQ. YUM!!!<br />
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6:30, bath time starts. I let her play while I run her bath and get her bed ready, and get her jammies. I give her some benadryl because I noticed she has started in with a runny nose today while playing. I put her on the potty because she has been trying to potty train for about a month or so. Then its dance party time. I usually let her dance stark nekkid and its SOOO much cuter but didn't really want that video on the internet, so I threw on a pair of her shorts. Its still cute.<br />
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7:00 quickie bath, light playing, and putting jammies on and she is in bed by 7:30.<br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-1505948156409042102013-04-26T09:58:00.000-07:002013-04-26T09:58:00.448-07:0011 weeks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">W</span></b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">eight Gain:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I've lost weight since finding out about this baby. At the last appointment I weighed 225 Starting weight: 232 (Can't believe I just admitted that). </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cravings: </b> I haven't been craving much so far, just meat really. Last time with Leigha I remember it being hamburgers, but this time its pretty much any kind of meat. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Also, like last time, if I crave it and actually manage to eat it, I don't want it any more.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aversions:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Almost all food. I can only eat something if i have a taste for it. Sadly this means Richard has been eating lots of hot dogs and pizzas while i've been sustaining on crackers and bread.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b></b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Symptoms</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I don't really have any symptoms other than bad nausea. I don't remember it being like this with Leigha. Its also already uncomfortable sleeping on my stomach like I like to unless i prop myself up on one side. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> am loving:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Getting waited on by Richard. He is very attentive and excited this time around. He is also very understanding about me feeling sick and </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">not wanting to eat.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Horriffic. I wake up at least 2 times during the middle of the night to use the bathroom and lately because of teething (I think) Leigha is waking up as well. I'm so tired I can't hardly stand. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> My energy. My nausea has started to get a little better over the last couple of weeks, but my energy is still on a downhill spiral.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am looking forward to:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> My next appointment on May 7th.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm spazzing about</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Having a second baby and the labor and caring for a newborn and PPD and the rash that I developed with Leigha happening again. I'm just a worried mess. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">st moment this week:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Nothing really this week other than Leigha took the Doppler that I bought and has figured out how to use it and has started to put it on my stomach.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Milestones: </b>None yet that I can think of unless you count that the kidneys are now functioning.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">M</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ovement:</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Nothing yet.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a...:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> No clue!</span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exercise:</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I did go with my new sister-in-law to a women's trade show at our convention center and walked around their new house to see it as its getting built. It was a fun afternoon and I got lots of walking in. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Diet:</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I'm just trying to eat something each day, and trying to make it a healthy choice. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goals for the upcoming </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">week:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Start cleaning out the new baby's room which is currently being used as storage. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://thefunhasstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/01/week-10-11-12-update.html">Weeks 10, 11, 12 with Leigha</a> </span></b></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-44945511533872499702013-04-25T09:31:00.000-07:002013-04-25T09:31:06.831-07:00DiscoveriesThe last few months have been a blur. Leigha is getting more and more active and vocal and opinionated as the days go by. I really is quite amazing really how much she is growing and learning new things, which means I'm learning new things too!!<br />
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Discovery #1 <br />
I have discovered that she likes to eat by herself. She's a big fan of eating with spoons and forks, however she still isn't great at actually getting her food into her mouth and most of it ends up in the chair for the dogs to snack on later. I have also discovered that if I want her to try a new food, I have to let her take it off my plate and eat it herself. So far she has started eating and loves...banana's, apples, wheat thins with pineapple dip, dill bread dip, pomegranate juice, and CHICKEN!!! Its only taken me a year and a half to get the girl to eat chicken. <br />
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We were out shopping for fabric no less one day when I realized that lunch was quickly approaching with no time for us to go home and fix something. I was going to stop and get her a hamburger, which she loves, but the line was crazy long so I looked for the next place. Chick-fil-a. And they didn't have a line in the drive thru at lunch, not really sure what was going on, but I decided to treat us and took FULL advantage before the cars started piling in (I have NEVER seen a Chick-fil-a in this area without a huge line when its open). Long story short, I got Leigha a chicken strip meal, gave her the chicken and she started eating it like she had loved it all her life. Such a weird child that I have.<br />
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Discovery #2<br />
She has also stated potty training herself. Its not something that I"m entirely ready for because I'm not that confident in my abilities to understand her if she tells me she has to go, but I don't want to hinder the progress either. One night before her bath I took off her clothes and she ran to the potty. I put her on it thinking she wanted to see what goes on, but she went potty and has every night since, and occasionally during the day as well, (both #1 and #2) So I have ordered a potty online and am in the hunt for size 2t panties. <br />
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Discovery #3<br />
We have discovered that Leigha is going to be a BIG SISTER!! :D Contrary to what I posted a few months back on the blog about trying for another baby in December...we weren't trying. I wanted to finish my depression meds and fully wrap my head around the idea of becoming a mom to 2 children. But nonetheless we are SO very happy about this, even though I have my moments of panic. I am currently 11 weeks, 2 days and my due date is 11/12/13. Pretty cool due date if I do say so myself. I've been to the doctor a couple times and nothing really exciting to report. I've seen our little gummy bear at 9 weeks and its right on schedule. It has a heartbeat of 178 which is MUCH higher than Leigha was at this stage I believe. I'm going to have to look back and see if I can find out and remember what it was. <br />
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I wasn't going to say anything on the blog until 12 weeks, but so many of the moms that I follow on blogs and friends on facebook have announced a pregnancy this week (I think there were 6 this week alone) that I just had to jump in on the fun and excitement too!!! :D <br />
<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-35404450707128778772013-01-22T14:21:00.000-08:002013-01-22T14:21:45.640-08:00Things Leigha says and doesBetween working on making toddler chairs for my etsy store and watching Leigha and doing the normal household stuff, I don't have that much time to blog anymore. Leigha is growing up SO STINKIN FAST! that I just want to document this super fun age of 18 months that she is at now.<br />
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She started walking about 2 months ago and she is starting to run and starting to figure out jumping She LOVES to jump in her crib by holding on the rails, and she tries to when standing in the middle of a room.</div>
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If we leave the child lock off the under the sink cabinet that contains all the cleaning supplies, she will take off one side and bring it to us, or just start fiddling with it if we are in the kitchen to bring it to our attention because she knows its supposed to be locked. </div>
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She is starting to learn to feed herself with a spoon which I'm super freaked out about because of the inevitable mess, but she is starting to not eat when we feed her, so we kinda don't have a choice in the mater.</div>
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She is starting to have an opinion of what she wants to eat and drink and knows where those items are kept and will point and squeal when she wants them. We're working on more pointing and less squealing since its SO high pitched and so freakin LOUD!!!</div>
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She has all of a sudden shown a HUGE interest in watching Dora and Team Umizomi. She loves them which keeps her fairly occupied for an hour or so. She even likes the backpack song on Dora and will sing "Backpack, backpack" even though its more like Bap-ba Bap-ba</div>
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She LOVES to push her baby doll in the baby stroller she got for Christmas. Its probably her most favorite activity next to 'talking' on pretend phones. She doesn't like to talk on real ones with people on the other end. I think their voice coming through freaks her out. </div>
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Unfortunately she likes to hit us with things. We are working on that and whenever she does it we tell her no and brush our faces with our hand and say 'nice' so lately after she hits she will brush our face and say "Niii"</div>
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She says Mmmmm-ah when she gives kisses and ooooh and pats our back when she hugs us. She says Ahhh-um when she eats, and shakes her head when she does something that she knows is wrong </div>
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THINGS LEIGHA SAYS</div>
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This girl has such a big vocabulary I'm shocked. </div>
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Mommy (Mama), Daddy (Daa-d), Bye, Dog, Ruff (arf), Quack (Cack), Hot, No, Yeah, Guys, Allie (Ahhh-be), Espn (Dito) which is a nickname that we always calls him, but she whispers Espn very well), Juice (Ju-sh), Backpack, Uh-oh, Love you (Ub oooh), Hi, Butter babies (Buh-ba) which are buttered macaroni noodles that she loves to eat for lunch, Fish (Ishies), Good Girl (Gooh gah) Lets go (Eh oooo) Stop (Stah), and Hi Baby. That's all that I can think of at this moment in time LOL. </div>
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Holy cow I wish she wasn't growing up so fast, but I totally wouldn't change it for the world. I think back to last year when she was just starting to sit up by herself and I just can't believe what a difference a year makes. </div>
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-30705339580103411262012-12-03T12:31:00.001-08:002012-12-03T12:31:58.183-08:00I promise I'm aliveThis past month and a half have been a doozy. Life in general has taken me by the feet and wacked me on the pavement a few times. Its not pretty.<br />
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I started getting sick towards the end of October. I wouldn't say I was sick persay, I just felt off. Well then comes Halloween and I'm finally (after 2 weeks of feeling off) I am sick as a dog. Literally can't get out of the bathroom calling Richard begging him to come home from work to take care of Leigha, sick. I can't even take Leigha trick or treating and I still haven't gotten a picture of her in her costume (she was supposed to be an angel)<br />
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During all this I still have to get ready for a craft fair that I had entered. I somehow make it through it, but ended up losing money. Not a happy camper about this, but it happens.<br />
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I end up being sick on and off for the next couple of weeks. Believe you me, I took SEVERAL pregnancy tests during that time because I just don't get sick like that, but they were ALL negative.<br />
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Then comes Thanksgiving. We decide to take our first road trip to visit family in Memphis. We get a hotel room and request a crib. They give us a pack-n-play with no pad. They just put blankets over the supports rendering it completely useless, so I have to co-sleep with Leigha who has never co-slept before except for maybe a couple hours at a time when she was a newborn and I accidentally fell asleep nursing her. Turns out she is not my favorite sleeping partner. I truly think Richard got the better end of the deal by sleeping in the other bed while I slept with the wiggly one. <br />
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Come back home and I'm sick again. Its not fun. Leigha has an ear infection now and has been battling with a cold for the last month. She can't sleep well and therefore neither can I, and I truly think that my sickness can be attributed to lack of sleep because my parents came over one day and thankfully watched Leigha for a few hours while I slept and when I woke up I felt MUCH better. <br />
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All this while I'm still taking orders for and making my toddler chairs and nursing covers and such for my store and friends babies and trying to decorate for Christmas and do the dishes (during all this my dishwasher decided it had enough and went kaput) and feed everyone and visit who needs visiting and call whoever needs calling and all the other countless household chores and I haven't even found time to change out of my PJ's most of the time. <br />
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I think I need a few more me's <br />
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Let me know when they perfect the cloning process, I'll be the first one standing in line to clone myself LOL. <br />
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I'm off to keep sewing chairs. Pray for my sanity please, I'm going to need it. I'll do more updates sooner or later hopefully. <br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-46450315951407446092012-10-12T10:45:00.000-07:002012-10-12T10:45:13.162-07:00Discussions discussions. The other night Richard and I were sitting at home trying to relax and play with Leigha for a little bit before she went to bed. Well I was relaxing, he was playing. He was across the room she was on her back and he was tickling her. Just on a whim I asked him if he wanted to try to have another baby.<br />
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I said it in that "hey wanna freak my husband out" kinda moment. Catch him while he's soft and playing with Leigha LOL. Kinda like Monica did to Chandler when they decided they wanted to try to have a baby while Rachel was having Emma. (Sorry, that episode was on the other day, and I am a Friends FANATIC!) <br />
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Wanna know what his response was? <br />
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"Sure but we aren't trying yet, last time we did that we had Leigha and I don't want to have another kid in July so we'll try in December and then the baby will be born in August." <br />
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UMMMM, WHAT?!?!?!<br />
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Last time I talked to him about it he didn't even want to mention it. I'm kinda freaking out here. I had thought we were on the same page and were going to wait till Leigha turned 2 before trying for a second. Wow. <br />
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I don't really know how I feel about it. I'm excited, because I want him to want more children, which clearly he does, but then I think back to the depression and I don't know if I want to try soon. Clearly I need to talk to him about this LOL. I have a little, but not much. I also think I need to talk to my therapist about it too. (That is going well too by the way. The medicine is helping me see things a little more clearly and feel more at ease about things and not get frustrated as easily)<br />
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So what is the ideal age difference between kids? 2 years, 3 years, more? I know its different for everyone, but maybe some of your insight will help me to not freak out so much. I don't know anyone personally who has kids with an age difference. All of my friends only have 1 kid at the moment. <br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-9726923654122562622012-09-17T19:09:00.000-07:002012-09-17T19:09:11.472-07:00SorryUmm yeah, I just kinda fell off the face of the earth.<br />
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Since I started my Etsy shop things have kinda taken off. I have sold several chairs, have orders for more and have several orders for blankets and burp cloths. Between shopping for fabric and making things and taking care of Leigha and trying to find out if I get my unemployment from my other job (yeah, they still haven't decided that yet and its been almost 2 months) getting ready for my brother's wedding in 3 weeks (Yikes!) planning a wedding shower for my soon to be new sister, Leigha getting sick, and just taking care of normal everyday stuff, its been a little crazy. <br />
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I've been asked to paint a painting for their wedding
which I am almost finished with it. How nerve wracking. Its a painting
that they will have forever that everyone will see. Thankfully I'm not
in the wedding or I don't know what I will do with myself, I may just
go nuts. <br />
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So I'm sorry. <br />
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Leigha is doing well. She will be 14 months next Monday. This may be my favorite age. I wasn't keen on the 1-6 months because well, I just don't like guessing games, and the first month of course I was just so in love and jaded with my little squishy newborn. 7 months she started crawling so it got a little better, but recently she has begun to tell me what she wants. If she wants cheerios, she brings me her snack trap. If she wants juice, she brings me her cup. She will point at the things that she wants so its much easier to figure out what she wants.<br />
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She definitely has a temper and will either bite or spit at you if she doesn't get her way. Thankfully we have almost curbed the biting, and I can handle the spitting for now. <br />
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She still only has the 2 bottom teeth. Every once in a while she will have a run of super bad sleep or crankiness where she constantly chews on her hands, so we constantly are thinking that she is teething, but nothing shows up. I'm beginning to wonder if she will only have the bottom teeth forever. <br />
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She has gotten a little cold this past week and an ear infection, which thankfully we caught before it was too bad. This little sickness doesn't seem to phase her though. She is still as feisty as ever. <br />
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She has also started to copy us. If we put our hands in the air, she does too, she will dance when we do, tilt her head, scream, etc. Its just gotten so fun to watch her little mind work.<br />
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She has not started walking yet, but its close I think. She has taken a couple of steps a couple of times but only after Richard has been playing with her and has her super worked up so she doesn't realize that she is doing it, so I know its not that far off. <br />
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I'm doing good too. Super busy with my store, and I have been doing good with my PPD as well. I've gone to see my therapist a couple of times and she is pleased with my progress and my level of motivation. I do feel like myself more and more every day, and I'm finally setting a goal of losing 70 pounds. Its something I should have done a long time ago, and this time I have some help in the form of the wife of an old high school friend LOL. She is a very healthy eater and very in shape and has offered to help me out. I have never had a problem with weight till now, and didn't really know how to do it effectively, so she has given me some plans to work on.<br />
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All in all things are good. Just living life, working hard and hardly working. I hope I didn't loose what few readers I did have in the last month that I have been gone LOL.<br />
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Hope you have a good evening. <br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-36565754073814881102012-08-17T07:45:00.001-07:002012-08-17T07:45:56.728-07:00Stephy's StitchesSo I know it was only yesterday that I was considering selling my children's arm chairs on Etsy, but this morning I decided to bite the bullet and just do it! LOL. <br />
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Check out my store <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/StephysStitches?ele=shop_open">Stephy's Stitches</a><br />
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I only have the one chair in there right now, but hopefully I can add more to it soon. I'm working on some ideas that I can make quickly and post on the page. <br />
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Thanks for checking it out!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-77671505049599274082012-08-16T13:32:00.000-07:002012-08-16T13:32:57.615-07:00New business ventureOn Richard and Leigha's birthday a couple of weeks ago I lost my job. I used to do medical transcription from home. Long story short, because of a mistake a doctor made, he wanted me gone and so they had to let me go, kinda sucks that I had to get the shaft for him to cover his butt, but its alright, I never really made that much money with that particular account anyway. <br />
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Its kinda nice. Even my therapist agrees that it was probably for the better because I get to spend more time with Richard and Leigha and essentially re-join the world because I had been working nights and weekends for well over a year.<br />
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Anyway, Recently I have learned to sew and have really enjoyed it. I like making things for children. Clothing, toys, stuff like that. I made Leigha an arm chair for her birthday and she loves it. I brought it to her party and everyone there loved it too and told me I should try to sell it. So I figured that I would make an extra one and give it a shot.<br />
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Here's the one that I made. I'm selling it for $50. Its stuffed with a polyester filling and hand tufted, and has an enclosed wooden base to help prevent the chair from tipping over while a child is sitting in it. <br />
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I posted it on facebook and craigslist. So far I haven't gotten any bites, but I'm still hoping. I'm even considering opening an Etsy shop to sell them. <br />
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I sure hope that this works out for me because I have a lot of fun making them. Send up a prayer for me about this please if you don't mind. Also if you have any advice on selling on Etsy, please let me know, I've never used it before.<br />
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Thanks. Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-4514596267043195382012-08-12T20:14:00.000-07:002012-08-12T20:25:56.481-07:00Day in the life, 8/11/2012 <i>I don't have my normal camera this time around and I found it a little difficult to get my husband's camera to cooperate. Sometimes it took a picture with a flash and sometimes not, with the same picture only seconds apart and sometimes it wouldn't take a picture at all or they were extremely blurry, so I didn't get many good pictures. And if you go by the time stamp they don't match up. I took some pics out of sequence because I didn't get a good pic the first time around, so I just took a pic about it a little later in the day ;) </i><br />
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<i>Also a big Thank You to Laura at <a href="http://navigatingthemothership.blogspot.com/">Navigating the Mothership</a> for hosting the Day in the life project again. If you want to read my previous days, click <a href="http://www.thefunhasstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-in-lifewednesday-1052011.html">here</a> and <a href="http://www.thefunhasstephanie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-in-life-winter-2012-feb-14-2012.html">here</a>. </i><br />
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1:00 am I wake up because my leg is itching and I'm cold. We have a door to our deck in our room and we left it open last night because the weather last night and today is supposed to be AWESOME! It got down to about 60 last night and was a little bit chillier than what I am used to sleeping in during this crazy summer (heat wise LOL) But because of the antidepressants that I am taking I'm up till about 4. Fun times.<br />
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2:00 am I decide to get up and get a drink of water and turn on the TV to watch the Olympics because I just can't fall asleep even though I want to so bad. On my way to the bathroom I see a weird shaped spot on the floor. Its a little frog that must have gotten in through the open door. Richard has heard me get up and asked what was wrong and I told him there was a frog in the house. I poke at it and its dead. I wonder if I accidentally stepped on it when I got up, and hope that I didn't.<br />
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6:30 am Leigha is up. I figure that its probably about 8 and get ready to get up but when I look at the clock and see 6:30 I bury my head back under the covers and will her to go back to sleep, but unfortunately that doesn't happen, so I go get her and we sit in the living room watching the news.<br />
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8:15 am While she eats her puffs I check my facebook and when she is finished I change the channel to Threes Company (Mitt Romney is announcing his running mate BLECH, I hate politics!) and sort out some too small clothes and next season clothes. Leigha "helps"<br />
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9:00 am, I hop in the shower because we have LOTS to do today. Surprisingly enough I actually somewhat style my hair and I am pleased with it. Its a new cut and I like it, but haven't done my hair in so long that I forget how sometimes LOL.Leigha plays while I do this, climbs in her bathtub and into her rocker. <br />
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9: 45 am Out the door. We have to meet someone who wants all the baby food jars that I had been saving in a half hearted attempt to force myself to make and store my own baby food. Richard is thrilled to get them out of the house LOL. 60 something jars and lids.<br />
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10: 00 am Walmart run to pick up 3 things...Dog food, toothpaste, and Thank you notes....$60 later ;) LOL<br />
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11:00 am is nap time. I was running dangerously close to a major meltdown by taking Leigha to Walmart but thankfully we survived that one! :D <br />
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11:30 am I bite the bullet and start figuring out thank you notes for Leigha's party. I forgot to write down what everyone got her so I have to do it from memory. I'm doing pretty good, but there is one gift that I just can't remember who got it for her. and one person who I can't remember what she gave, but I really don't think that those 2 match up. Oh well. <br />
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12:00 Leigha wakes up. Richard and I have some plans to do some running around town but first the girl needs to be fed, and Richard sneaks a snack himself. <br />
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12:45 pm. Richard mowed the grass this morning but had to go get his parent's lawn mower because he discovered a fuel leak in ours, so we return it now and visit with the in-laws for a while before heading up to deliver some tables for a local consignment sale so that I can get in and shop before everyone else. We spend the next couple of hours driving all over town.<br />
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2:30 pm We head to Best buy because for my birthday present this past week Richard said he wanted me to pick out a nook, then we head home with my new present, and lunch from Hardees.<br />
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3:00 pm. Finally home I rush to put Leigha to bed for her afternoon nap while Richard gets the food ready and I plug in my nook and start playing with it and downloading books while it charges. I spend pretty much the rest of the afternoon searching for and downloading free books. <br />
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4:00 pm Leigha wakes up from her nap so Richard gets her and we play and cuddle for a while. She has started giving hugs on command and of course she loves giving Richard hugs all the time without asking. Its so cute. But they don't last long as its now playtime and the first thing she grabs is her camera. <br />
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5:00 pm I put some chicken in a pot to cook so I can make dinner a little later, and feed Leigha dinner. <br />
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5:30 pm Richard starts cleaning out his man cave. While we were remodeling the kitchen all his tools and everything else ended up in there, and never got cleaned up. It was AWFUL. I hated that room,but as an agreement when we got the house I told him he could do whatever he wanted to with it, but I was not going to touch it, decorating or cleaning or anything else, it was all his. (Awesome deal if you ask me, he has TONS of collectibles in there that seem to require constant dusting LOL) Anyway, Leigha tries to help him. He has found an old keyboard so he gives it to her to play with, and that occupies her time for about 30 minutes or so.<br />
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6:00 I start to shred the chicken to make chicken tacos, add the seasonings and start getting the toppings ready.<br />
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6:45 pm. Richard and I want to eat in peace without little hands grabbing at our plates so I quickly give Leigha a bath and get her ready for bed. She's asleep by about 7:15<br />
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7:00 pm. Dinner time...and OH its is SO good!!! We haven't had this in forever. <br />
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8:00 pm We turn on the olympics for the last evening. I love the olympics. I really wish that they would come more often. We were talking earlier in the car during our errands today that I think this is the first year ever where I have watched all or nearly all of the events. Not necessairly the whole thing, but I would see the highlights and things.<br />
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8:15 We go outside and try to see some of the meteor shower. We didn't see anything <br />
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8:30 We come back in and I realize that Leigha is crying. We had turned down the monitors and didn't turn them back up and forgot to bring one outside with us. I don't know how long she had been crying, but when I went in I couldn't calm her down. I end up having to nurse her to get her to calm and she finally went back to sleep about 9.<br />
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9:15 No such luck, she's up again. I am not sure if it is teething or another ear infection so I get her some Tylenol and head to her room. I rock her and she is asleep again within minutes. This time till 5 am. I make a note to call the doctor on Monday morning because she has been doing this for about a week now. <br />
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9:30 Richard is watching TV, I"m not really sure what it is, and I curl up next to him and read some more books on the nook. I love this thing.<br />
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Oh and I FINALLY have Leigha's pictures back from her birthday party and I am working on a birthday post and 1 year letter and a day in the life post AND general family update. Looks like August might just be a record posting month for me LOL.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-52337340134218367422012-08-07T17:44:00.001-07:002012-08-07T23:56:47.405-07:00The EndI did it. I breast fed Leigha for 1 year, 1 week and 6 days. I accomplished my goal. I had known that I wanted to wean her for some time, I just thought that the evening feeding before she went to bed would be the hardest, it was the only one we had left.<br />
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Today I decided that I was going to try not feeding her tonight before she went to sleep. I had been dreading it for weeks. I told Richard that it was going to be a rough evening. I gave her her bath, put her jammies on, she got her good night kisses from Daddy waved goodbye to him and off we went to her room.<br />
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During naps I usually hold her and sing a couple songs and she starts to fall asleep in my arms and I put her in her bed. Tonight I did the same thing. She never put up a fight. She cried a little when I put her in her bed but as soon as I shut her door she stopped.<br />
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I was crying as I left her room. I never imagined that it would be this hard. I knew that I only wanted to do this for a year. I guess I enjoyed the private time more than I thought that I would. Now its over.<br />
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I told Richard that I never dreamed it was this hard to stop. He told me to look at the bright side that maybe now we can work on someone else putting her to bed. That will be hard too. No one has ever put her to bed but me. I don't know how that will work.<br />
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But for now, its over. 1 year, 1 week, 6 days. Its a wonderful accomplishment that went WAY too fast.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-9589851901394932582012-08-03T10:11:00.000-07:002012-08-03T10:21:25.601-07:00Postpartum Depression update.So a while back I decided to go see a doctor for what I believed to be postpartum depression. I didn't know who to see for it, so I decided to start by calling my OB/GYN to see who he recommended. I left a message for the doctor, but his nurse called me back. I told her my problem, that I hadn't felt like myself since Leigha was born blah, blah blah, and that I wanted to see a doctor and who did he recommend. She said she would talk to him and call me back later in the day. When she called back she told me that he didn't believe that it was PPD that it usually manifests itself shortly after delivery and I was more than likely suffering from plain ole depression and that he couldn't help me, but the nurse told me that if I sent her a copy of my insurance card that she would look up and find me a PCP who could see me...I never send the copy of the card.<br />
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Let me take a minute here and say that I realize that I just asked someone for help who had in the past proved to never really help me in the first place. He (or his staff) never really took my concerns seriously, that I was treated like a money maker for him and that I felt like I was never that important. Don't get me wrong I don't expect my doctors to see only me, but when a doctor doesn't give you reasonable explanations for questions other than "because I like them" or completely blows me off because he is getting ready to walk out the door, that's not a good doctor no matter if he is the chief of the OB/GYN dept at the hospital or not. I will NOT be going back to him ever. I have given the office several second chances and they have never met my expectations. <br />
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Going back to square 1, I looked up our insurance to see if the visits would be covered, they were. I looked up a doctor that was covered under our insurance, I found one. I called and made an appointment....and then I canceled it because as it turned out there was a misunderstanding concerning the start date of the coverage, it didn't start when we were told it would.<br />
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Fast forward a month and now we KNOW the insurance is effective. I look up that doctor and keep her phone number in my pocket for a week because I thought I was getting better. I felt better, I had a positive outlook on things, I thought the worst was over. But then the feeling of inadequacy came back. The dread of naptime and sleeping, the constant frustration and crying...mine and Leigha's...and I knew in that first few days that I really needed to make that appointment.<br />
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When I called the receptionist told me it would take 3 weeks to get me in. That was fine. I still had to get up the guts to actually go anyways. I was so afraid she would tell me what every other doctor and person I talked to said. That it was a chronic lack of sleep and that I needed to have someone take Leigha for a day or 2 and do nothing but rest. <br />
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This past week I had my first appointment. I talked, I cried, I told her that it had gotten easier but I still didn't feel like myself. I told her how I used to feel back when I was pregnant and how I feel now. I told her about Leigha and what a sweet girl she is and how I hate not feeling as bonded to her as I want to. She asked if anything made me happy, and I told her about Leigha's party this past weekend (that post is coming, I am waiting on pictures to come back) and that I was excited for our anniversary dinner later that night. I told her about Richard and how I was nervous at the beginning but he proves time and time again what a wonderful amazing husband he is and father he has become. She asked me what happened after Leigha was born and I told her about the rash and the colds and the flu and the not sleeping and the doctor telling me I needed more sleep and she listened the whole time.<br />
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She then told me that she believed that I do have what is now a mild case of postpartum depression. That it was probably much worse but that I was able to work my way through it and she has put me on medication. I go back in 3 weeks for a medication check. She wants it to get in my system then evaluate me again in a few weeks and make a plan from there.<br />
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This is day 3 on the medication and while I can't really tell a huge difference at the moment, I can tell that I feel more at peace. Leigha had a rough day yesterday and I didn't get upset or cry right along with her. I am starting to feel more like my old self every day. Its so nice to have a doctor that listens to me and wants to help me get better. <br />
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I'm getting back on track and THAT makes me REALLY happy!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847866144330793878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4545813218188075772.post-1591004855929574482012-07-22T19:01:00.002-07:002012-07-22T19:01:29.911-07:00The last daysI've been understandably nostalgic the last few days with Leigha's birthday coming up on Tuesday. Tonight especially. On July 22nd last year, at about 7:00 my best friend came over because she wanted to try her hand at taking some maternity pics. I love her pics and I wasn't about to turn down more maternity pics since I had loved the <a href="http://www.thefunhasstephanie.blogspot.com/2011/08/maternity-shots.html">last ones</a> so much that another friend had taken a couple days prior. <br />
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Kristy is more into the artistic pictures, and I love those. I have shown lots of her pics on this blog, she is AMAZING. She is a new photographer and I have been begging her for years to open her own photography business she is that good, and she is finally in the process of making it happen! Anyways, if you are in the Nashville area and looking for a photographer, let me know, I am sure she would love the business! <br />
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She had me lie down on the ground on my back, lie on my side, sit up, stand up, twist this way and that way. Basically everything short of bending over and touching my toes (although if she thought it would make for a good picture, I'm sure she would have asked me to do that too LOL) <br />
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I wasn't uncomfortable at the time. Her and Richard both kept asking if I was OK. Looking back I think I maybe had what felt like a little heart burn, but nothing I hadn't had before. She didn't stay long because it was late and didn't take many pictures, but I love them all. (I posted a few of my favorites. I don't think that I have ever shared them before.) After she left, Richard and I were both super tired so we went right to bed about 10:00. <br />
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July 23rd at about 3:00 am (less than 5 hours after our photo shoot ended), my first contraction hit and our lives were never the same again. <br />
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If I can get around to posting these next couple days, be prepared for some pretty sappy ones as there isn't a day that goes by without me crying at some point that my baby is turning 1!.<br />
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Take a look at Kristy's pictures, the pics that put me into labor.<br />
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Richard just loves to be goofy, but I think I had him beat!<br />
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