<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:13:12.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY BOGO</title><subtitle type='html'>Wish for one, get two...all for the same price</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-4794694755182049572</id><published>2010-10-01T19:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:40:57.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Is Here!</title><content type='html'>And so is all the craziness!! I must say this is our busiest time of year.  We are inundated every weekend with weddings, visitors, parties, family reunions.  You name it, it always seems to happen from the Sept-Dec window of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the kiddies are getting older, it is easier and a little less frightening to travel.  We have decided to resume our usual Christmas adventures and make a few stops this year.  I am only worried about everything fitting in our car.  We have not graduated to a minivan yet, so we are still using the car top carrier (which can hold a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both children are crawling and starting to be destructive.  We already lowered both cribs after a few instances of them peeking over the edge of the crib and laughing at us.  Ryan is an expert "army crawler" and is quite fast, I might add.  Alaina is of course a dainty, precise crawler.  We are starting to experience some teeth, so that joy should be on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news work has been draining and mentally challenging.  I recently got an interview that I was very excited about.  After making it on to the next round of interviews I managed to absolutely BLOW it and not move on.  I think I psyched myself out because I feel such an obligation to get a better paying job.  It was such a great opportunity and while I usually am optimistic and good at letting things go, I haven't been able to stop thinking about this one yet.  I find myself thinking about what I would have done differently every morning in the shower and how I wished I would have been more prepared.  While I like to think everything happens for a reason, it would have been a huge relief to have gotten a better position and move on with my career.  I am trying so hard to let it go, but I guess this one just really got me disappointed.  I have now had three interviews in the last six months (pretty good considering the job market sucks), but not been able to close the deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take a deep breath and just hope something else comes along soon.  You can hope that for me too.  It helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-4794694755182049572?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/4794694755182049572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/4794694755182049572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/4794694755182049572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall Is Here!'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-2129955262120713383</id><published>2010-08-30T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:25:10.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures In Babysitting</title><content type='html'>Before I launch into this story, just look at these pumpkin heads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/THxlaxpvfcI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z-hMu7-J_Vw/s1600/DSC03640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/THxlaxpvfcI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z-hMu7-J_Vw/s320/DSC03640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511391554674064834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are starting to move and groove and both can sit up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/THxl5LCr5TI/AAAAAAAAANI/t5qOtCFCXyo/s1600/DSC03637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/THxl5LCr5TI/AAAAAAAAANI/t5qOtCFCXyo/s320/DSC03637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511392076885648690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alaina is "breakdancing" on her stomach, but hasn't quite figured out how to move forward.  Ryan is still trying to figure out how to balance his giant noggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about the babysitting.  Oh, where to begin.  You know when you kind of have that feeling?  Well, we had a WONDERFUL babysitter from March until July that I was sad to see go.  She got another job and relocated, but was kind enough to help us out with a replacement.  I guess I just never really warmed up to the replacement.  After numerous instances of her siblings showing up at my house to cover for her, I finally realized it just wasn't working out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god my neighbor happened to come over this past weekend and I shared some stories with her.  She is a newly graduated nurse and offered to help out until she finds a permanent nursing job.  After that her Mom will take over who is retired - perfect!  Everything worked out wonderfully and if you know me and want more gossip, I will divulge at a later date.  See this whole inter-webs thing means people smart enough to realize you have a blog just may read it!  I will keep all other details to myself in case "others" stumble upon this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bottom line is:  Don't take a job you're not interested in.  The best way to insult a mother is to have little or no interest in her children.  I mean come on, that is the proudest thing we have!  Also, if you think it might not work, it probably isn't going to-listen to your mommy instincts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-2129955262120713383?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2129955262120713383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/08/adventures-in-babysitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2129955262120713383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2129955262120713383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/08/adventures-in-babysitting.html' title='Adventures In Babysitting'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/THxlaxpvfcI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z-hMu7-J_Vw/s72-c/DSC03640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-1789992620454350341</id><published>2010-08-02T10:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:35:54.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Is A Slacker....</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I am again the worst blogger on the face of the earth.  If there was an award for posting quarterly, I would surely win.  BUT since I can log on at work, I am updating!  It sometimes proves too difficult to post when I can barely think straight, so I am lucky I remembered today that I could have secret posting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened obviously in the past months, but things are going well and I can't believe my little nuggets are going to be eight months old on August 7th!  They are doing lots of things like spitting amoxicillin in my face and screaming at the top of their lungs for fun.  They are mastering rolling around and we sometimes find them unusually pinned in their crib-legs lodged between the railing or face in the corner.  I heard this is completely normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news we have had a great Nags Head vacation-Matt does a great job of posting the pics because I am lazy.  The children loved the water and sand which is awesome because we were going to force them to like it anyway.  We had a HUGE family gathering with shrimp and crabs and it was fantastic.  Our cool friends Justin and Maggie are getting married in a couple of weeks and we were lucky enough to get invited.  We actually have a few people getting hitched this summer/fall so we've been busy with bridal showers, bachelor parties, etc.  I swear you think everyone you know has gotten married, but a few trickle in every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to post some video on here... maybe I'll work on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-1789992620454350341?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/1789992620454350341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/08/mommy-is-slacker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/1789992620454350341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/1789992620454350341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/08/mommy-is-slacker.html' title='Mommy Is A Slacker....'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-8121569030348018605</id><published>2010-03-26T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:00:00.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...it's Pretty Much April</title><content type='html'>Jeez, can you tell I am back at work?  Bad blogger, bad!  This is how my days are going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to work&lt;br /&gt;2. Get home and play with kids for a hot second&lt;br /&gt;3. Make dinner&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe feed the kids in between depending on their temperament&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat my dinner very quickly&lt;br /&gt;6. Put kids to bed (this can take anywhere from 30 minutes to 3 hours)&lt;br /&gt;7. Maybe surf the net, check email&lt;br /&gt;8. Maybe watch a show (if there's no screaming going on)&lt;br /&gt;9. Pass out on the couch around 9:30pm&lt;br /&gt;10. Wake up realizing I've fallen asleep, missed a show and go to bed&lt;br /&gt;11. Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I'm adjusting.  Things are actually going quite well to be honest.  Work is work and I'm just making the best.  I've come to appreciate On Demand as it provides me with Project Runway and LOST.  Time is really flying and we're getting better at going out and socializing!  We even went out to the Irish Festival last weekend and we are planning on going to a Flying Squirrels game:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the good stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S6-0LNaPVWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1ZTUk7vcpJE/s1600/27223_376135779787_664384787_3478346_2815455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S6-0LNaPVWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1ZTUk7vcpJE/s320/27223_376135779787_664384787_3478346_2815455_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453775778440238434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging with Nana at the Irish Festival (see we can still go out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S6-0Lb-M13I/AAAAAAAAAMg/cjdkMrw-YJo/s1600/24074_1418803793975_1349057359_1170893_5011562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S6-0Lb-M13I/AAAAAAAAAMg/cjdkMrw-YJo/s320/24074_1418803793975_1349057359_1170893_5011562_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453775782349166450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan telling Daddy a good joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S6-0MJZIKUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JBMzkXpb0Lo/s1600/DSC02958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S6-0MJZIKUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JBMzkXpb0Lo/s320/DSC02958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453775794541701442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alaina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SnoozMonster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Daddy does when Mommy is at &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S6-0L6P-FyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3SleEYk6tWM/s1600/DSC03034%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S6-0L6P-FyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3SleEYk6tWM/s320/DSC03034%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453775790476760866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-8121569030348018605?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/8121569030348018605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/03/umits-pretty-much-april.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/8121569030348018605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/8121569030348018605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/03/umits-pretty-much-april.html' title='Um...it&apos;s Pretty Much April'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S6-0LNaPVWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1ZTUk7vcpJE/s72-c/27223_376135779787_664384787_3478346_2815455_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-6917720573975652150</id><published>2010-02-27T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:26:57.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Diane</title><content type='html'>This week I went back to work and was thinking about how fast the time has gone.  As part of my job I do visit hospitals and pediatricians and it got me thinking about one of the nurses we had while the kids were in the NICU.  I have to say I've learned a lot about myself and what I need through life.  When it comes to caregivers, doctors, dentists, etc I really require someone with a good bedside manner.  The thing with doctors is that some are super smart and have no social skills.  So I strive to find caregivers in my life that I can handle.  But when you have a baby in a hospital all this goes out the window and you get an array of unsavory people.  I only had to come correct on one nurse while I was there, but most of them were great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest issue of the NICU is that there are about forty nurses who work in day and night shifts and thus there is no consistency of who you get.  I think a lot of this had to do with the fact that our children were not seriously ill, so they didn't get a regular nurse.  Becuase of my job I personally knew about four nurses and two managers that work in the NICU.  Again, these nurses were aware that I was there and took very good care of us.  But basically every day we walked in to visit there was someone different caring for our children.  While nurses are some of the best caregivers out there, some leave little to be desired.  Some nurses are very controlling, some are too frazzled to pay any attention to you and some just treat you like you're in the way.  But not Diane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got very lucky in the first week the twins were born.  We had this nurse for about for about six days straight which is very unusual.  She was just wonderful and I cried all over her when her shift ended and I knew she wouldn't be back on again for awhile.  She was very personable, taught Matt and I everything patiently and was almost like a family member.  When we came in she would let us do everything, tell us how they were doing and she assured us the twins would be home before New Year's-even starting some of their discharge papers for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the kicker-one afternoon my mom and I were visiting to feed the kids and it was a relaxed day and Diane had mentioned doing something for her church.  I asked her where it was and she just said it was a small church.  That made me figure she lived somewhere remote-like Amelia or somewhere in the country.  So I asked her if she lived far away.  She kind of looked at me like she didn't want to tell me and kind of hesitated.  Here goes the exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "So you must live far from here?"&lt;br /&gt;Diane: Funny look on face&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Where do you live?"&lt;br /&gt;Diane:  "Morehead City"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (with an open mouth) "You mean NORTH CAROLINA?"&lt;br /&gt;Diane: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How long does it take you to get here?"&lt;br /&gt;Diane: "Five hours"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You drive five hours to work here?"&lt;br /&gt;Diane: "Yes, that's why I work long shifts-usually four days or more."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you stay in a hotel?"&lt;br /&gt;Diane: "No, I stay with my mother.  I used to live in Richmond and my husband retired and we moved to NC.  I didn't want to quit, so I decided to work one week every month and drive up here.  And that was 11 years ago."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can't make this stuff up.  I just remember looking at my mom in disbelief.  This lady drives five hours just to keep working in the NICU-she's been driving there for ELEVEN YEARS.  Amazing.  And she was the one caring for our children.  We are truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-6917720573975652150?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/6917720573975652150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/02/story-of-diane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/6917720573975652150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/6917720573975652150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/02/story-of-diane.html' title='The Story of Diane'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-351308565376523315</id><published>2010-02-17T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:53:53.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4xJjDIHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fKAIPdZ1Zbk/s1600-h/DSC02911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4xJjDIHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fKAIPdZ1Zbk/s320/DSC02911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439425604472742002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4wOUMuLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i7od_vEjeSA/s1600-h/DSC02909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4wOUMuLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i7od_vEjeSA/s320/DSC02909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439425588572764338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4vhf7Q_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/sXYUrV5XRAw/s1600-h/DSC02908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4vhf7Q_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/sXYUrV5XRAw/s320/DSC02908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439425576542356466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4vXyzEUI/AAAAAAAAALw/yELkdjB0TGo/s1600-h/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4vXyzEUI/AAAAAAAAALw/yELkdjB0TGo/s320/DSC02901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439425573937156418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4wmCSREI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dt0oXyNeGIA/s1600-h/DSC02910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4wmCSREI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dt0oXyNeGIA/s320/DSC02910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439425594940081218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-351308565376523315?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/351308565376523315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/02/nursery-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/351308565376523315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/351308565376523315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/02/nursery-pics.html' title='Nursery Pics!'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S3y4xJjDIHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fKAIPdZ1Zbk/s72-c/DSC02911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-1655212103051929027</id><published>2010-02-05T12:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:02:31.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Un-Birthday!</title><content type='html'>This post is WAYYYY late seeing as their "official" birthday was January 31st.  Since we've had snow and a revolving door of recent help, I haven't been good with my blogging.  I seriously thought being at home all day would make me a better blogger, but I was wrong.  I guess it's like my journal writing habits.  You start strong and then realize like six months later you haven't written anything in your pink pony glitter journal with the lock on the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my children are officially to their due date.  I mean, yeah they are really eight weeks old, but all the books I've been reading say to treat their due date as their true developmental age.  I will boastfully claim my children are a little of both.  They sleep and eat like newborns, but they are doing everything an eight week old would do.  This gets a little confusing for mommy because she wants to put them on a schedule like an eight week old, but that is proving to be very difficult.  We are getting better at the bedtime routine, but since they still wake up every three hours to be fed, it really doesn't matter where I put them to sleep!  I am doing it mainly to make their brains correlate that crib=sleepy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the squirts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S2xbq8hCAhI/AAAAAAAAALg/OIeQ8qMD358/s1600-h/DSC02814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S2xbq8hCAhI/AAAAAAAAALg/OIeQ8qMD358/s320/DSC02814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434819643686650386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Miss Alaina is 6 lbs 13 oz (although probably more by now)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And yes, she is looking so hard she is cross eyed-isn't it precious??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, she has made it into her newborn clothes, so we are officially newborn size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S2xcNMhyKXI/AAAAAAAAALo/DUEI3Z-QWAc/s1600-h/DSC02820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S2xcNMhyKXI/AAAAAAAAALo/DUEI3Z-QWAc/s320/DSC02820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434820232100325746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Here's Mr Throw Up.  He has the newborn up-chuck syndrome.  He keeps about half his bottle and shares the rest with everyone else.  He is 6 lbs 11oz and was already in his newborn clothes like two weeks ago.  Mainly because he has monkey arms and legs like daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I've finished the nursery and will be posting pics of that later.  I finally got around to painting their names and putting up some stickers.  We are staying in our jammies this weekend as the snow comes around again!  Unfortunately I don't have any desire to put the kids out in the snow, so we may have to save snow bunny pics for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-1655212103051929027?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/1655212103051929027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/02/very-merry-un-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/1655212103051929027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/1655212103051929027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/02/very-merry-un-birthday.html' title='A Very Merry Un-Birthday!'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S2xbq8hCAhI/AAAAAAAAALg/OIeQ8qMD358/s72-c/DSC02814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-4074662304323703795</id><published>2010-01-22T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:31:28.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game &amp; Gripe Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1tpwgtEzTI/AAAAAAAAALY/i7TKtQrFdns/s1600-h/DSC02778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1tpwgtEzTI/AAAAAAAAALY/i7TKtQrFdns/s320/DSC02778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430050057858895154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've run into an interesting issue with my baby girl's name.  It has only happened at the doctor's office, but apparently no one can phonetically process &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alaina&lt;/span&gt;.  The problem is we thought long and hard about how we wanted to spell it.  There are literally a million ways: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt;, Alana, Elena, Elaina, etc.  I liked her name beginning with an A as opposed to an E.  But for some reason all nurses/doctors keep saying UH-LON-UH.  First of all, it doesn't even remotely look that way. Either people are lazy or just afraid so they guess how to pronounce.  I hope she realizes she will have to correct everyone-and she'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got recommended this weird stuff by my pediatrician called &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1tnPvdO_FI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5T7f8nfmukc/s1600-h/DSC02775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1tnPvdO_FI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5T7f8nfmukc/s320/DSC02775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430047295860046930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babysbliss.com/products/1-gripe-water-original-flavor"&gt;gripe water&lt;/a&gt;.  I had never heard of it, but I suppose I wouldn't having had no children prior to now.  It's an all natural remedy for colic/gas that has surprisingly positive results.  I tried it on Ryan last night and it had good results.  We are slowly trying to create a routine so they both understand night/day and maybe sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our "going out" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alaina&lt;/span&gt; is already throwing up the peace sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1to4Q62vDI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZdtJq4gw2cI/s1600-h/DSC02757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1to4Q62vDI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZdtJq4gw2cI/s320/DSC02757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430049091549051954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1toyfl1QPI/AAAAAAAAALA/bIrVdRNuAN4/s1600-h/DSC02755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1toyfl1QPI/AAAAAAAAALA/bIrVdRNuAN4/s320/DSC02755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430048992408191218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1tpJ4iMnmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ghIneVU578I/s1600-h/DSC02759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1tpJ4iMnmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ghIneVU578I/s320/DSC02759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430049394240822882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d lastly, here's some bedtime buddies shots:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-4074662304323703795?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/4074662304323703795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/4074662304323703795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/4074662304323703795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='The Name Game &amp; Gripe Water'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1tpwgtEzTI/AAAAAAAAALY/i7TKtQrFdns/s72-c/DSC02778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-3895309574578556780</id><published>2010-01-20T14:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:08:19.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Feed or Not To Feed</title><content type='html'>Oh breastfeeding and I are not getting along.  Just like my crazy hormonal mood swings have come and gone, so has the need to breastfeed.  I will admit I was into it at first, but now it is just driving me crazy.  It's a love/hate relationship really.  I mean sometimes I am into it, but most of the time I am not.  I am truly hoping my granola loving pediatrician doesn't shake his finger at me.  I mean, come on, I fed two kids for six weeks!  I am not actually concerned with what others will think, just mainly myself.  I don't want to give up, but it's really not that easy.  Even being at home on maternity leave with ample time to nurse and pump and I still feel stressed out.  I am going to give it until we visit the pediatrician again next week and then more than likely will let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I am still trying to figure out how to get this guy to sleep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1e0nrF3k9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iduc6VgEWGE/s1600-h/0118002141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1e0nrF3k9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iduc6VgEWGE/s320/0118002141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429006469493658578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute.   He'd be even cuter if he slept at night.  We are trying some different things and mommy is trying to remember this is baby wasn't even supposed to be born yet!  Cut him some slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis snapped some good "together" pics last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1e10urJAjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iHU-V6B5AD4/s1600-h/0113002128a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1e10urJAjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iHU-V6B5AD4/s320/0113002128a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429007793305223730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also had my friend Carly (who painted the nursery) come and take some pics for their birth announcement-those should be done soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that everyone is doing well and growing!  At last check Ryan was 5 lbs 13 oz and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alaina&lt;/span&gt; was a whopping 6 lbs 1 oz (she is our little fat elf!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-3895309574578556780?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/3895309574578556780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-feed-or-not-to-feed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/3895309574578556780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/3895309574578556780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-feed-or-not-to-feed.html' title='To Feed or Not To Feed'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S1e0nrF3k9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iduc6VgEWGE/s72-c/0118002141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-540319598671926842</id><published>2010-01-07T13:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:31:01.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Is Overrated</title><content type='html'>Oh sweet children, why do you torture your daddy and me?  For whatever reason, this seems scarce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S0Yl8dn2kzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SRssWiRl7vs/s1600-h/0106001627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S0Yl8dn2kzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SRssWiRl7vs/s320/0106001627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424064521888502578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And only for this guy.  I refer to him as Tater Pants.  Or Fussy Face.  But his name should be "Confused About What Time Of Day It Is."  Obviously I'm a new parent and it shouldn't seem weird to me that my child insists on staying up all night and sleeping all day.  I have no clue how to amend this because my doctors orders are to let them sleep and wake them every three hours to eat.  Unfortunately my son wants to eat all night.  He literally lays there and looks around and then thrashes his binky like I've never fed him before.  I guess I'll have to seek some advice from blogs or something about what to do.  We've rocked him, put him in the swing, held him, nursed him (just me) and all to no avail.  He simply prefers the night life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily sister has no problem sleeping.  Here's me and her and me thinking: "Thank god you sleep all the time."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S0Y2HQhxGVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2vEUf1nzgC4/s1600-h/0104002221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S0Y2HQhxGVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2vEUf1nzgC4/s320/0104002221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424082299537922386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I say that and she'll be up all night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news the twins are one month old!  Can you believe it? I can't.  They barely seem like they were just born much less been around for a month.  Now granted half of that time was spent in the hospital and we've only had them for a couple of weeks.  They are getting nice chubby hands and cheeks and next week at the doc we'll see what their weights are.  Until then, I will continue to appreciate not working so that I can sleep during the day.  Tonight it will surely be me and Club Ryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-540319598671926842?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/540319598671926842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-is-overrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/540319598671926842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/540319598671926842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-is-overrated.html' title='Sleep Is Overrated'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/S0Yl8dn2kzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SRssWiRl7vs/s72-c/0106001627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-5990909190323419748</id><published>2009-12-30T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:30:10.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/Szv-lPBrjeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kwk5KBvuMXI/s1600-h/DSC02714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/Szv-lPBrjeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kwk5KBvuMXI/s320/DSC02714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421206492112719330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to.  My sister got these matching outfits and I had to capture it.  I am sure it is the first of many....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-5990909190323419748?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/5990909190323419748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-shoot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/5990909190323419748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/5990909190323419748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/Szv-lPBrjeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kwk5KBvuMXI/s72-c/DSC02714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-3919284547861072014</id><published>2009-12-29T20:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:22:24.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Times Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/Szq4wx5cztI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4NVBRTn4s0E/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/Szq4wx5cztI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4NVBRTn4s0E/s320/DSC02678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420848249661345490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a whirlwind week everyone is home!  We luckily only spent 16 days in the NICU before they were allowed to go home.  At first they were just going to let us take Alaina, but we both really didn't want to separate them and the doctor agreed to let us take both (I think they were just trying to be nice and didn't want to overwhelm us).   Since it was so close to Christmas, we decided to not tell our parents and surprise everyone.  My mom came on Thurs morning and Matt's parents came Saturday morning. &lt;br /&gt;We had a very busy weekend, but all is well!  Just adjusting to the every three hour feedings and they are so small they sleep pretty well at night.   My mom is staying with us and helping at night since Matt is working.  I will not be going back to work until March.  I will be updating more as the weeks go by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-3919284547861072014?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/3919284547861072014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-times-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/3919284547861072014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/3919284547861072014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-times-two.html' title='Christmas Times Two'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/Szq4wx5cztI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4NVBRTn4s0E/s72-c/DSC02678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-6668936900696930097</id><published>2009-12-12T21:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:59:23.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT??? BABIES ARE HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>Funny how I finally updated my page on Sunday and then went to bed and my water promptly broke.  And that's how it happened!  I had a terrible time sleeping, turned on one side and it was like a waterfall.  I had to call to Matt who had been sleeping in the other room to avoid my snoring and he was a bit frazzled.  No bag packed, no preparations made seeing as I was only 32 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we threw some stuff in a bag, headed to the hospital and two hours later my children were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SyRT_l5QMJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8U7mtuUUjtc/s1600-h/Alaina+Madison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SyRT_l5QMJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8U7mtuUUjtc/s320/Alaina+Madison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414545003975291026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alaina&lt;/span&gt; Madison, born 2:27 am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3 lbs 12oz, 16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3/4 inches long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SyRYcbOTaVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-0huAmm9f6k/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SyRYcbOTaVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-0huAmm9f6k/s320/DSC02561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414549897373509970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ryan Porter, born 2:28 am, 3 lbs 151/2 oz, 17 1/4 inches long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are doing quite well in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; and working on gaining some weight so we can bring them home soon.  It has literally been a whirlwind of emotion because we are so glad to meet them, but we want them to do well and be healthy.  Luckily neither one of them need anything besides some monitors and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IV's&lt;/span&gt;.  We are allowed to change them, hold them, take their temp.  They are being tube fed so far, so eventually they will get bottles.  I just take them mommies special formula until we get to that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the update!  I stayed in the hospital for about four days after my C-section and we have been visiting them twice a day.  Matt had already planned some time off, so he's been with me since I can't drive:(  Each day I feel better and I'm able to get good rest since there are no crying babies at home yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are especially thankful to all of our family and friends who have really stepped up to support, love and be there for us and the babies.  It was unexpected for everyone, but we could not do it without everyone:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep things updated as much as possible-I am at home for the next 12 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-6668936900696930097?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/6668936900696930097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-babies-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/6668936900696930097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/6668936900696930097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-babies-are-here.html' title='WHAT??? BABIES ARE HERE!!!'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SyRT_l5QMJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8U7mtuUUjtc/s72-c/Alaina+Madison.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-2714717507826268775</id><published>2009-12-06T17:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:13:13.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lofty Ideas Are Not For Pregnant People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SxwsOHjnzpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xsgr_F9wce8/s1600-h/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SxwsOHjnzpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xsgr_F9wce8/s320/DSC02527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412249473250741906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am approaching the home stretch.  Going to the doc every week and ending work in just a few short days.  I will say I am surprisingly well, just getting some severe leg swelling that will only go away if I sit still for awhile.  This is a bit irritating since I am in full force "nesting" mode.  I've had to just let it go because when you're pregnant you have all these grand ideas about how you're going to hand make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; present and how you're going to do super sweet special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; cards.  Yeah right.  Let's just reason with ourselves.....you're not going to make anything, everyone will simply get a gift card.  If you can even get in the mood to make yourself look presentable, you MIGHT make some sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; card that probably won't be printed in time to send anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone will forgive me.  They will get gorgeous newborn pics to make up for it.  I will say my husband is the best for putting up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; decorations, running out to get gifts and going upstairs to get various items for me like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;.  Since I am about to be home starting this week, I will diligently pay more attention to the blogging.....so Carly can stalk me more:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-2714717507826268775?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2714717507826268775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/12/lofty-ideas-are-not-for-pregnant-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2714717507826268775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2714717507826268775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/12/lofty-ideas-are-not-for-pregnant-people.html' title='Lofty Ideas Are Not For Pregnant People'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SxwsOHjnzpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xsgr_F9wce8/s72-c/DSC02527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-1220172384101885150</id><published>2009-11-17T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:54:37.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro-Active Peeing &amp; Other Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SwnAEvjp7BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wSkZCqfww4k/s1600/DSC02448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SwnAEvjp7BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wSkZCqfww4k/s320/DSC02448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407064015353015314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed this week in my advanced pregnancy that if I literally think about going to the bathroom, I have to go.  I also noticed that if I see or know there is a bathroom somewhere I have to go.  Almost like a dog marking it's territory or something.  I guess in a way I'm just saving myself from having to stop whatever mission I'm on to urinate.   I consider this "Proactive Peeing."  There's always gonna be times where it springs up on you, but if you keep it in the forefront, you'll never have any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me....BIG.  According to my latest ultrasound these babies are over 3 lbs each!  I'm currently 30 weeks, and I swear, I have not had any Miracle Grow or any performance enhancing drugs.   They are also both head down, so they are preparing for launch....too bad they have to wait about six more weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is I have no Gestational Diabetes even though I had to endure the nasty three hour test and I also still have good blood pressure.  The only concerns they have for me is work and I'm going to be adjusting that this week.  The doc thinks I'll do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; for the next two weeks and then it will be time to stay home.  So that means I'll get to update this sucker all the time if I'm at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.....I'm gonna throw up some nursery pics once I get done with everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-1220172384101885150?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/1220172384101885150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/11/pro-active-peeing-other-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/1220172384101885150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/1220172384101885150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/11/pro-active-peeing-other-things.html' title='Pro-Active Peeing &amp; Other Things'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SwnAEvjp7BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wSkZCqfww4k/s72-c/DSC02448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-2622989655372811619</id><published>2009-11-07T12:34:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:59:38.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Large And In Charge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvW0ZUIXEYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/78rUJQRNRwE/s1600-h/DSC02391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvW0ZUIXEYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/78rUJQRNRwE/s320/DSC02391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401421675094282626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know.  Bad blogger.  But look, when I get home all I can think about is .....well.....nothing.  There is something so spectacular about zoning out and doing nothing before I pass out at 9pm.  Which by the way is now my new bed time-AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Danielle for the AWESOME shirt which I couldn't wear until now.  I had to put my hands on my belly because the profile just looked like a twin sheet stretched over a full size bed.  I thought the effect was better represented with the help of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvW0xogt_-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/2jp44MZe2rs/s1600-h/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvW0xogt_-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/2jp44MZe2rs/s320/DSC02389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401422092882018274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hands, mine have now taken on the form of small link sausages.  I surrendered my wedding rings awhile ago and was surprised that the hands went first.  My ankles do get swollen, but usually by the end of the day.  I wake up and go to sleep with the sausage hands-they are here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent doc's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appnt&lt;/span&gt; was very positive.  My blood pressure was good, I got a swine flu shot and drank the dreaded orange soda.  I don't know if I passed the "sugar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beties&lt;/span&gt;" test yet, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my baby shower which was fantastic, but I don't have any photos of.  They wouldn't let me take any at the shower, but no one has sent me any and no one has posted anything.  So sorry if you wanted to see that, there are people holding them hostage and I have no control over that.  We got so many great things and it was a lot of fun.  I was a little nervous going into it that I wasn't going to get anything which I know if completely ridiculous.  I guess people look at the registry and then go buy stuff other places.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; I got items from my registry, but not from where I registered.  So you can imagine my panic when I check the registry the day before and next to nothing has been purchased.  Now I have so much stuff I don't even know what to do with it all.  It required a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; to figure out how I could Swedish-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; organize everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we are very close to finishing the nursery.  We have some friends coming this weekend for some last minute home improvements to the room.  My wonderful friend Carly spent tw o days in a row drawing and painting Dr Seuss characters on the wall and they turned out AMAZING!  Here they are-she may do one more once I get all the furniture in place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvWzVZm-eAI/AAAAAAAAAII/QXm1ajzvkmc/s1600-h/DSC02395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvWzVZm-eAI/AAAAAAAAAII/QXm1ajzvkmc/s320/DSC02395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401420508333766658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvWzU2__dwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/co6IWkc1EUQ/s1600-h/DSC02397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvWzU2__dwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/co6IWkc1EUQ/s320/DSC02397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401420499043448578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvWzVjyRv5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_NOA7YlK22Y/s1600-h/DSC02396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvWzVjyRv5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_NOA7YlK22Y/s320/DSC02396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401420511065522066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvWzWNQBoII/AAAAAAAAAIY/VY7kmuSgX-w/s1600-h/DSC02394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvWzWNQBoII/AAAAAAAAAIY/VY7kmuSgX-w/s320/DSC02394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401420522196148354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-2622989655372811619?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2622989655372811619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/11/large-and-in-charge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2622989655372811619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2622989655372811619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/11/large-and-in-charge.html' title='Large And In Charge'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SvW0ZUIXEYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/78rUJQRNRwE/s72-c/DSC02391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-5978117746907029620</id><published>2009-10-22T20:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:20:45.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Will Cure Anything</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me today that time is speeding by.  I literally have 13 weeks left and since I'm most likely not going full term, I'd say ACTUALLY it's about 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  I am doing really well right now, so I'm hoping to go as long as possible.  I do find I can't stand up for long periods because my legs turn into tree trunks.  I don't have the typical foot/ankle swelling.  It's more like my entire leg and then a teeny little foot at the end.  I did however go up a shoe size.  I seriously looked at some modern looking bedroom slippers at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Payless&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and was tempted.  They were so comfy.  But totally inappropriate for the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shower is this weekend and we are expecting some out of town guests.  I am pumped to see my best girlfriend from FL and hang out with her.  She is a great organizer and promises to not only hang out with me, but also get everything put away after the shower-BONUS!  I did have an irrational moment earlier this week after noticing that four days before my shower next to nothing had been purchased.  I laid in bed hyperventilating wondering how much stuff we were going to have to buy.  Then I got ten hours of sleep last night and it was like nothing ever bothered me.  Sleep is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most frequently uttered comment as of late is "You're so small!"  I guess I should feel complimented at the fact I'm not a giant cow.  Don't worry, I'm sure that's just around the bend.  I'm just happy I don't have fat face yet so all my baby shower pics will be pleasant.   Speaking of fat, I am now able to ingest multiple sugary treats and chocolate.  The trick is taking Zantac twice a day as a preventative and then I can basically eat whatever I want.  But really I want only Twizzlers and sandwiches.  Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is the best, by the way.  He is powering through my list of chores with no complaints.  I'm so lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-5978117746907029620?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/5978117746907029620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-occurred-to-me-today-that-time-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/5978117746907029620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/5978117746907029620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-occurred-to-me-today-that-time-is.html' title='Sleep Will Cure Anything'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-829713874129109796</id><published>2009-10-14T19:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:02:10.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/StZlyehs3VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7IrjfLPueiY/s1600-h/DSC02354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/StZlyehs3VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7IrjfLPueiY/s320/DSC02354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392609521685028178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!  I didn't disappear or go into "pregnant hiding."  We have been on some adventures and I'm happy to report our traveling has ceased for now.  It feels good to know I will be in town indefinitely until these children are born.  Anyway, here's the update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at 24 weeks.   I should probably get a bigger shirt.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a road trip the day after my birthday to Akron, OH to Ray &amp;amp; Tara's wedding.  We embarked with the Butners and endured an eight hour car trip-and no one killed each other!  We've actually traveled with them before to New Orleans, so we knew they were good traveling buddies.  Anyway, we had a few interesting situations (the one involving bad Mexican food was particularly memorable), but all in all it was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even went to the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame and I kissed Bruce Springsteen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/StZp3azNBQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x9fFQYb4kSE/s1600-h/DSC02067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/StZp3azNBQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x9fFQYb4kSE/s320/DSC02067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392614004630553858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the happy couple.  Notice Matt's removed tie (which ended up on his head) and me trying to stay up past 10pm and clearly over it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/StZrWiTKXII/AAAAAAAAAHY/-GWEWArVAP8/s1600-h/DSC02207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/StZrWiTKXII/AAAAAAAAAHY/-GWEWArVAP8/s320/DSC02207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392615638731218050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all ended about a week later at the U2 concert in Atlanta.  My uncle and Dad flew us in and while the trip was short, it was great.  I survived flying (only slightly nervous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/StjsakpIBqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/V7pb2mMRlAI/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/StjsakpIBqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/V7pb2mMRlAI/s320/DSC02258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393320495033091746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to my baby shower next weekend.  Mainly because the room is really empty and I keep getting panicky thinking I'm running out of time.  I've only broken down and bought one blanket with a giant sock monkey on it.  I think that's reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just went to the doc and am happy to report baby girl is 1lb 10 oz and baby boy is 1lb 12oz.  They were also having some sort of disagreement during the ultrasound which caused girl to try feebly to defend herself from boy's foot to the face.  Apparently she's got the bottom bunk and not a lot of room to avoid his maniac kicking.  She should have picked the top bunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-829713874129109796?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/829713874129109796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-tour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/829713874129109796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/829713874129109796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-tour.html' title='World Tour'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/StZlyehs3VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7IrjfLPueiY/s72-c/DSC02354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-677864546407016714</id><published>2009-09-22T20:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:38:24.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SrlrjdjTc4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7oqgqX7Tw9g/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SrlrjdjTc4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7oqgqX7Tw9g/s320/DSC02052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384453086470435714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is 22 weeks!  Halfway done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm wearing my Momma Redskins shirt proudly even though they suck.  And there's my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look as if I'm smuggling a beach ball and in fact everyone keeps telling me I look very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pleased to say both my children are almost 1 pound (size of a large banana)!  I swear I'm not drinking Miracle Grow!  Maybe McDonald's chicken nuggets hold some sort of magical powers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have kept a busy schedule that won't really die down under November.  Yes, I said November.  We are sewing our oats and all that jazz before life changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely weekend with family in honor of my 31st bday (not until tomorrow).  We are about to embark on a road trip to a friend's wedding in Ohio.  I have no idea how I'll tolerate the ride, but I am small enough I think I'll be fine.  We are excited to see our friends get married and spend some time at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a difficult time sleeping already, so I may need to add six pillows to my sleeping regiment instead of five.  In addition, my babies are now positioned in a "pancake" formation, causing baby boy to stick various parts into my ribs.  I just end up pushing him down and he'll probably have a dent in his head when he comes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pics of the Ohio trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-677864546407016714?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/677864546407016714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-bananas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/677864546407016714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/677864546407016714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-bananas.html' title='Baby Bananas'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SrlrjdjTc4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7oqgqX7Tw9g/s72-c/DSC02052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-5718369029299190842</id><published>2009-09-07T10:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:29:22.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Go Away, Cold?</title><content type='html'>Having a cold when you are pregnant really sucks.  It would normally just suck having a cold in the summer, but then add in that whole pregnant thing and you get= DOUBLE SUCK.  I seriously am working on day SEVEN of congestion, headache, coughing.  My poor children probably think there is a permanent earthquake going on due to all the shaking.  There is a small approved list of things you can take which magically none of them work or do anything.  The only thing that helps is Benadryl, which helps dry things out, but really doesn't relieve the other issues.  You never realize how much you appreciate NyQuil and DayQuil until you can't take it.  I mean, I could, but I don't want my children to have unicorn horns or extra toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finished painting the nursery, which is a lovely aqua color.  We put together our crib, have a dresser on the way as well as a changing table.  We were able to get a spare crib from my boss at work which was hilarious.  It is literally a thirty year old Jenny Lind spindle crib with metal sides you raise and lower.  My husband had never seen anything like this and I had to do some supervising to help re-assemble.  I assured him we would never lower the sides due to his pain and suffering.  I mean, it really didn't come with instructions being old and all.  Because of space issues, we are going to go with one of everything, put it together and then decide if we need to add more to our registry.   Here are the pics from registering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SqUXTxlRf2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XXCMfuFE6E0/s1600-h/0823091448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SqUXTxlRf2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XXCMfuFE6E0/s320/0823091448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378730958458552162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on Aisle 1 before I started closing my eyes and randomly scanning items so it could all be over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SqUX0QoxR4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ_oSS_ryGI/s1600-h/0823091514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SqUX0QoxR4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ_oSS_ryGI/s320/0823091514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378731516550530946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt on Aisle 4, already over it &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving quickly on the baby shower, so invites should be out soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-5718369029299190842?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/5718369029299190842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-dont-you-go-away-cold.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/5718369029299190842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/5718369029299190842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-dont-you-go-away-cold.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Go Away, Cold?'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SqUXTxlRf2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XXCMfuFE6E0/s72-c/0823091448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-2359826388959856981</id><published>2009-08-22T20:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:20:22.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PROGRESS</title><content type='html'>We had a very successful ultrasound this week.  I'm happy to report all twenty fingers and toes are in tact and size/shape/growth is normal for both.  I am glad we finally sat down and hashed out a girl's name because we are having both!  We had always had a boy name picked out, but the girl's name was a little tougher.  Will we share?  I don't know.  I think family gets irritated because they want to monogram or bedazzle a quilt, but I kind of like keeping it a secret.  That way no one can say, "Really?"  "Are you sure you like that?"  Because people say weird stuff all the time when you're pregnant.   But if you're willing to donate to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neese&lt;/span&gt; Family Fund I may let you have 20% naming rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting to kick the baby business into high gear.  My sis is feverishly hashing out the details of my baby shower since I will be having it early.  I really only have until November to get everything out of the way.  Even if I do well and make it past 28 weeks with no bed rest, I still want it all done before I get real uncomfortable and cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got new carpet, picked out paint and have a crib.  We are going to tackle the registry tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Valspar&lt;/span&gt; "Frosty" (to later be decorated with Dr Seuss pics by Carly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SpCWzk35NLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j8s_0wU8Yxw/s1600-h/frosty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SpCWzk35NLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j8s_0wU8Yxw/s320/frosty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372960168268608690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crib:  I looked at both Babies R Us and online and wasn't finding anything I liked.  I came across this one on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart's&lt;/span&gt; website and really liked it.  What I haven't decided on is the color.  I originally was going to sand it and re-paint it white.  But the color is much lighter than the picture and it may work.  We are going to put it together and see what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SpCXt-B7IsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sBs2Gw0RnxU/s1600-h/crib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SpCXt-B7IsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sBs2Gw0RnxU/s320/crib.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372961171453977282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the room I LOVE and will basically rip off because it's too darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SpCYWGzduBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-XmclbJH2Ww/s1600-h/dr+seuss+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SpCYWGzduBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-XmclbJH2Ww/s320/dr+seuss+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372961861004015634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just have to say how grateful I am for those who borrowed me maternity clothes.  I went to Motherhood today because Matt's mom gave me some money to buy clothes.  I was absolutely shocked at how expensive it was.  A t-shirt for $20?  It was crazy.  So THANK YOU (you know who you are) to those who graciously lent me clothes that I love and have gotten many compliments on:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-2359826388959856981?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2359826388959856981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/08/progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2359826388959856981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2359826388959856981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/08/progress.html' title='PROGRESS'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SpCWzk35NLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j8s_0wU8Yxw/s72-c/frosty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-3479961675938248995</id><published>2009-08-12T19:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:38:39.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised...</title><content type='html'>Here's my 16 week baby bump....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SoNRKYZfVeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UMtM9fQ936o/s1600-h/DSC01990%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SoNRKYZfVeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UMtM9fQ936o/s320/DSC01990%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369224419545667042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Watermelon Festival this weekend.  It was only 100 degrees out!  But the watermelon was good and we made an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SoNRuJSmWZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hOx0mmVOf6c/s1600-h/DSC01982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SoNRuJSmWZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hOx0mmVOf6c/s320/DSC01982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369225033965525394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt thrashes his....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SoNR5N7gjjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/di-7ZoIJyLY/s1600-h/DSC01981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SoNR5N7gjjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/di-7ZoIJyLY/s320/DSC01981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369225224189414962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to my "over 16" week appointment at the high risk doc next week.  I am seriously hoping to see some baby "goodies" so we know what we're having.  Otherwise I'll have to wait another month:(  Hopefully they will cooperate and we will know something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-3479961675938248995?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/3479961675938248995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-promised.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/3479961675938248995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/3479961675938248995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-promised.html' title='As Promised...'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SoNRKYZfVeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UMtM9fQ936o/s72-c/DSC01990%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-4403867521771983270</id><published>2009-08-05T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:58:51.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PREGNANCY EQUALS NO SHARING</title><content type='html'>I've learned a couple things after being on vacation this past week.  The most important is that my tolerance for sharing has abruptly stopped.  That means no longer waiting in turn with other family members for my share of the hot dogs and hamburgers.  That also means feeling it necessary to write my name on food and feeling very hostile if anyone touches it-including my five year old nephew.  Oh no, if you're around me, you better not touch ANYTHING I plan on eating.  The effects will be one of two:  1.Meanness or 2. Meltdown.   Hence when my husband found me crying hysterically in the bathroom a few days ago over some crab legs.  What can say?  I'M FRICKIN' HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately when you aren't super huge, people tend to forget you're pregnant.  They hand you a vacuum as if you're actually going to operate it.  Or the heaviest grocery bag as if you're going to carry it somewhere.  I hate to call attention to myself, but I'm getting to the point where I want a shirt that says:  "I'm pregnant.  I'm hungry.  I'm tired.  I'm useless to you.  Now move."  But, you can't really blame people.  I think people feel inherently awkward around pregnant people.  If I don't make demands, it will be another "bathroom crab night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, vacation was great, I got some sun, I have tan lines and now I have to go back to my ridiculous job.  YAY reality.  I'll post some pics soon-I do have a baby bump and it's kind of cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-4403867521771983270?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/4403867521771983270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/08/pregnancy-equals-no-sharing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/4403867521771983270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/4403867521771983270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/08/pregnancy-equals-no-sharing.html' title='PREGNANCY EQUALS NO SHARING'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-2478565492661250539</id><published>2009-07-29T19:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:19:40.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Cream Incident</title><content type='html'>Well, many know that when you are pregnant, you have irrational mood swings about stupid stuff.  I have had a couple of unnecessary "meltdowns", but in general I've tried to keep a handle on it.   Unfortunately for my husband there was a little incident last week regarding some ice cream.  See, I haven't been able to eat anything really sweet because of overall sickness.  I am just now coming out of that and when I want something specific, my stomach can usually handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ukrops&lt;/span&gt; for some dinner and I remembered they have little single serving sizes of Starbucks ice cream.  I thought it would be a great re-introduction to sweets for the children and hurried to grab some before we left.   Because of the "car melt" that occurs, I always throw the ice cream in the ice maker so that it will re-freeze quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we stood in the kitchen my husband starts using the ice maker and it makes a weird noise.  I say:  "Be careful, my ice cream is in there."  Needless to say when I went to recover my sweet confection, the ice maker blade had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fued&lt;/span&gt; it right down the center.  I immediately went into a major meltdown that went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband:  "Why are you crying?" (dumb question)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I WANTED THAT!"&lt;br /&gt;Husband:  "I'll go get you more."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;Husband:  "I feel bad, let me go get you another one."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "NO-IT'S NOT WORTH DRIVING ALL THE WAY OVER THERE!"&lt;br /&gt;Husband: "But I feel bad, I'll go get more."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "NO-STOP YELLING AT ME!"&lt;br /&gt;Husband: "I'm not yelling, I just want to go get you more."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Just drop it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on like that for a few more minutes and then I ate an apple.  Isn't pregnancy fun??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-2478565492661250539?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2478565492661250539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-cream-incident.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2478565492661250539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/2478565492661250539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-cream-incident.html' title='The Ice Cream Incident'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475240969855233362.post-1336793092868105576</id><published>2009-07-28T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:33:02.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning</title><content type='html'>Definition of Baby Bogo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Literal:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Paying for one thing and actually getting two.  Also know as a "two-fer."  Example: We paid for IVF in the hopes of conceiving one child and we got two-BONUS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Spiritual:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hoping, wishing, praying that you can become parents.  Happy to get just one little baby and being blessed with two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475240969855233362-1336793092868105576?l=babybogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/feeds/1336793092868105576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/07/meaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/1336793092868105576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475240969855233362/posts/default/1336793092868105576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybogo.blogspot.com/2009/07/meaning.html' title='Meaning'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862573805471515455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vpblz9h8_FE/SFByIzt5K8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gEVtin3IWw/S220/drinking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
