<?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-21067611</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:59:55.086-04:00</updated><category term='celiac disease'/><category term='tidbits'/><category term='confused'/><category term='complete rqndomness'/><category term='children'/><category term='the boy'/><category term='trip'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='upset'/><category term='kids'/><category term='11 week picture'/><title type='text'>My family of 5</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>338</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-5969109251543937184</id><published>2008-01-26T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:09:36.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm moving my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now &lt;a href="http://emmakirstensjournal.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have some posts password protected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-5969109251543937184?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5969109251543937184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=5969109251543937184' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5969109251543937184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5969109251543937184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-moving-my-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-3833425577305162325</id><published>2008-01-25T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:42:00.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been a week since my last post. E had his party last Saturday, he had a good turnout, about 12 out of 20 from his class showed. I would have taken pictures, only to find out that my camera was dead when we got there. So that sucked, but anyway, we had fun it was at a bowling alley, Ava had fun trying to bowl too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got our mortgage signed and will be getting the first draw for our new home today! I can't believe it. The exterior is almost all finished, I'll post another picture once they get the step all done on the front. The siding is on all of the house except the front part above the step. I think they'll finish that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava is now in a big bed. She was jumping out of the playpen/crib that she was sleeping in while at the inlaws. So we had to make the transition. She did really good last night for the first night. Even with all the chaos happening. Hubby and I woke up with Nolan around 2am and heard a dripping sound, so we were like what the hell, so turned on the light, there's a leak right behind our headboard from the ceiling. I went upstairs and the washer (one of those frontloader ones)was full of water and leaking all over the floor and enough that it was now ready to drip on us! I can't get over their shitty luck, just in August the whole house was flooded, now this! And for the last 2 weeks the water has been going off and on, the pressure is gone then there is no water. (we live on well water here) So I told hubby if this happens to us, he gets' 2 tries to fix it, if he can't I call a plumber. They have been attempting to fix this numerous times and obviously it didn't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been walking on the treadmill at SIL's house every evening, I go about 2 miles, I feel like I'm going to drop dead each time I start but I'll push myself to go that distance. Jeez it was nothing last year to do it, now this time I am struggling. I weighed myself today and I'm down to 129.5. So the weight loss is still going just a lot slower now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy watching American Idol and just started getting interested in criminal minds and csi: ny. I've got lots to watch while this writers strike is on, because they are all new to me, I have never had any interest in them before. Big brother starts soon, I'll have to check to see when it airs, I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this has been a long ramble about basically nothing. I'll post again sometime soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-3833425577305162325?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3833425577305162325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=3833425577305162325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3833425577305162325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3833425577305162325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-believe-its-been-week-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8024482271177451747</id><published>2008-01-18T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:19:38.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well you probably guessed by now that I am not one that talks about how I feel. I don't know why, I have such a hard time expressing things I guess. I never even wrote much about losing the twins, I do think about what could have been, and I think of the baby I have now, that I would have had, if they had of been born. Even if you knew me, I'm not one that talks about how I feel. I keep things pretty much to myself. A few had asked how I was feeling emotionally since I had my tubes done, and to be honest, i don't regret it. I thought I would, but really I don't. I know that my family is complete, 5 children is a lot to take care of, and it'll only get more crazy, and expensive as they get older. Then I look at how fortunate I am, there are so many that struggle to even have one child and here I am with 5! I thought about my last 2 pregnancies and the complications that had occurred, Ava with her cord wrapped around her neck twice, with her initial apgar of 4, what could have happened is awful, then Nolan with his thin cord and that band across the placenta, to chance things again isn't something I would want to do. I have perfectly healthy children and am grateful for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was a long blurb to answer a question. On another topic, E's bday party is tomorrow, he turned 8 yrs old yesterday. I'll post pics tomorrow after the party :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8024482271177451747?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8024482271177451747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8024482271177451747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8024482271177451747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8024482271177451747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-you-probably-guessed-by-now-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1148876216703575597</id><published>2008-01-16T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:13:25.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm officially sterile.  I had the tubal done on Monday. I got there around 12pm, they did the pre-op junk then I waited till 1:30pm for the Dr. to come get me. There he did the explaining and told me my pregnancy test was neg. *no surprise* lol. Then the OR nurse came out to talk to me to see if my jewelry was gone, that's when I realized she was my BIL girlfriends mom, too funny she was in with me for my gallbladder surgery too. Hubby had gone to change the baby at this point, since I had him with me so I could nurse him as long up to the surgery as I could. Anyway, they anesthetist came to talk to me, and he realized he works with me on my surgical floor. He started hugging me, grabbed the baby when hubby came back with him, it was hilarious, it was like a zoo out in the waiting area. He was all like you sure you aren't having more, I'm like NO!@ Anyway, then I went in. He started my IV joked around about how it takes him 4 tries then he lets the nurses try, I laughed so hard, because that's my cop-out when I can't get an IV started. So there I was all strapped down, and he started the drugs, and bam last thing I remember is the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke in recovery room, no pain, no problem. Just my legs and back hurt a bit, so the nurse there, which I also knew was chatting away, said I could have tylenol#3's if I wanted, so I accepted. She had also said, he gave me extra fentanyl in surgery since I'm allergic to naprosyn. So about 1/2 hr passed and the pain got worse and my bp was now 150/92 so she figured I was having more pain and asked if I wanted more meds. I said I'll take what you have, so she gave me 10mg of morphine. I felt fine, no probs. So then about 1/2 hr later she took me to the day surgery area, I was ready to go home. All the while I never sat up though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So down in day surgery I sat up, that's when the nausea hit, OMG. I threw up/dry heaved for an hr straight. The nurse was just after taking out my IV, and called the anesthetist and he told her to restart it to give me Zofran IV push see if that worked, of course it didn't, still 1/2 hr of vomiting later, then he gave me 50mg of Gravol. After that I fell asleep. FINALLY the nausea wore off long enough for me to get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine, just a little sore, but whatever, it's not bad. I'm safe and that's about all that matters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Denise had asked about the house the size, bedrooms etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is 1700 square feet, with the basement completed it is 2544completed square feet.&lt;br /&gt;There are 6 bedrooms, 3 upstairs and we are putting the other 3 older children in the basement, like I said it's all finished. There's 4 bathrooms, 2 full and 2 half. The siding is going on today, I'll have to update the pictures when it's finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1148876216703575597?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1148876216703575597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1148876216703575597' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1148876216703575597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1148876216703575597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-im-officially-sterile.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-7051673449766220660</id><published>2008-01-14T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:11.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4tMkqlhvjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eVS3UcLaDIc/s1600-h/housewith4oo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155298391246356018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4tMkqlhvjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eVS3UcLaDIc/s320/housewith4oo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the house is officially "roof tight". Here's the newest picture. I'm starting to get super excited. There is still a covered porch to go on below the part that comes out in the front. We are picking out the cupboards and fridge this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4tM8KlhvkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JlL-W10FIAw/s1600-h/laughingat6wks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155298794973281858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4tM8KlhvkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JlL-W10FIAw/s320/laughingat6wks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This second picture is of Nolan at like 5am, doing his favorite thing, keeping me awake :) Poor guy has a heat rash but still is cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-7051673449766220660?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7051673449766220660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=7051673449766220660' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7051673449766220660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7051673449766220660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4tMkqlhvjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eVS3UcLaDIc/s72-c/housewith4oo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2279654908688717222</id><published>2008-01-11T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:47:38.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently it's that time again, National Delurking week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are a reader and haven't commented, come on and leave me a message. I'm always looking to read new blogs. So don't be shy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2279654908688717222?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2279654908688717222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2279654908688717222' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2279654908688717222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2279654908688717222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/apparently-its-that-time-again-national.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1039719492031926826</id><published>2008-01-09T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:32:54.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The house is really going fast, well so it seems from the outside, the roof is on and even shingles on one side, I'm sure they'll finish it today. Just wish the rest was this fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my appointment for my tubal was changed, now I'm getting it done on Monday. I go tomorrow for the girly fun part and then Monday. At least hubby is off for the procedure, there's one good thing, he'll be able to watch the kids. I was trying to get Nolan used to using a bottle becaue I won't be available right when he wants boob on Mon, yah right, the boy wants absolutely nothing to do with a bottle. Has no idea what it is, spits it out. I finally got him to take it a tiny bit, he drank about 1/2 ounce and power barfed all of it out. I'm getting images of this child going to school on the boob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much else is going on, I have nothing much to blog about these days. It's pretty chaotic here getting kids ready for school, feeding, diapers for 2, and so on. Hope all are well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1039719492031926826?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1039719492031926826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1039719492031926826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1039719492031926826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1039719492031926826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/house-is-really-going-fast-well-so-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-7052995807370455305</id><published>2008-01-07T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:27:11.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am 100% addicted to my children's Wii. Yah, I admit it, I play with it more than they do, awful I know. We actually went out and bought the Twilight Princess game for it yesterday, and are now hooked. Seriously, will I ever grow up, I'll be 30 in the summer and I feel like I did when I was 10 getting a nintendo for Christmas. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Monday weigh in, I am now at 133.5. Woo hoo, fat gut is getting smaller, I can fit a bit better into my jeans. I am determined, partly because I'm too damn poor to buy bigger clothes when I have perfectly fine ones in my dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training for Ava is just not going anywhere, the child knows when she's gotta go, but I take her in and she just stares at it and maybe sits on the potty a few times, more like gets on, gets off, closes lid, repeats it all over again. Anyone else having success?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-7052995807370455305?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7052995807370455305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=7052995807370455305' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7052995807370455305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7052995807370455305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-100-addicted-to-my-childrens-wii.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4937080412676432487</id><published>2008-01-06T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:11.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4EMh6lhvhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4m0-yngcnRI/s1600-h/front1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152413225490431506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4EMh6lhvhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4m0-yngcnRI/s320/front1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a better pic of the house this was when they delivered the roof thingy's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4EN3qlhviI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dizjRKMNnqM/s1600-h/back1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152414698664214050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4EN3qlhviI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dizjRKMNnqM/s320/back1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4937080412676432487?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4937080412676432487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4937080412676432487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4937080412676432487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4937080412676432487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-better-pic-of-house-this-was-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R4EMh6lhvhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4m0-yngcnRI/s72-c/front1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6749511445830630434</id><published>2008-01-04T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:12.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R34qxalhvfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VpFHqkg6z0o/s1600-h/my+house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151602052197105138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R34qxalhvfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VpFHqkg6z0o/s320/my+house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's my new house so far, we went over last night to take a picture, I can't be bothered to bug the guys when they are building it, so you can get the idea here. They will be putting up the roof today YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R34r8alhvgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TTfcRHtzeMg/s1600-h/avanoey4wk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151603340687293954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R34r8alhvgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TTfcRHtzeMg/s320/avanoey4wk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my big girl with her baby brother :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6749511445830630434?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6749511445830630434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6749511445830630434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6749511445830630434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6749511445830630434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-my-new-house-so-far-we-went-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R34qxalhvfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VpFHqkg6z0o/s72-c/my+house2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-7792444442733946829</id><published>2008-01-03T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:05:44.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nolan slept from 10pm until 4am. It was wonderful! We had one horrible night followed by a great one. I sure hope he keeps up this trend. He's also started to smile. He gave me 3 big ones this morning already. He's too cute. I hope I can catch it on camera soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gyn/ob Dr. office called me this am with my official appointment for my tubal. It's on Jan 17. Funny, 8 yrs ago I gave birth on the 17th  and now 8 yrs later I'm finalizing my options of ever having more children. Oh well it's just something we can't do anymore, with the new house, and the new mortgage to follow! Which I must say is going up quite nicely, I will take pics later and post some. For now, must go grocery shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-7792444442733946829?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7792444442733946829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=7792444442733946829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7792444442733946829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7792444442733946829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/nolan-slept-from-10pm-until-4am.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2704793955148117936</id><published>2008-01-02T09:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:19:26.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A meme to do with 2007, haven't done one in a long time so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where did you begin 2007?At a party in a fire hall, with my hubby and a few close friends, we arrived home at around 2am to all the kiddies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your status on New years day? I was still on maternity leave, soon to go back on the 9th. Married and mother of 4 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Were you in school (anytime this year)?Does picking up children and attending christmas concerts and parent teacher count??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How did you earn your money?Work, Work WORK~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Did you have to go to the hospital?Hell yes, I spent more time there then at home, I am a nurse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Did you have any encounters with the police?Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Where did you go on holidays?No where, stayed home, or at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What did you purchase that was over $1,000?I don't think anything, we started the house, but haven't done the inital draw yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Did you know anybody who got married?Yep, one of hubby's friends did, it was August 4th, one of the WORST thunderstorms was that night, that I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Did you know anybody who passed away?Besides numerous patients that I had cared for, my hubby's grandmother finally lost her battle to cancer on August 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Did you move anywhere?Yes, to my MIL's. We sold our minihome and are now living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What concerts/shows did you go to? I remeber going to the movies a few times, but no concerts or anything fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Are you registered to vote?Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Who did you want to win Big Brother?I can't remember, I didn't really care for anyone, certainly not the daughter and father that did. Hey did you know it starts up again in Feb. this yr instead of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Where do you live now?at my MIL's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Describe your birthday. My 29th, I can't remember, I'm sure I didn't do anything spectacular. Most likely got lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What's one thing you thought you'd never do but did in 2007? Started a new house, and had my 5th child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What has been your favorite moment?The day I had Nolan. Although I had a lot of great moments throughout the year, that one stands out the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What's something you learned about yourself?I'm a better nurse than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Any new additions to your family? Yes, on December 1 :) Also, my cousin had a baby in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) What was your best month? Iguess August, we had a lot of fun that month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Any surgeries, and if so, on what?Nope, not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Who has been your best drinking buddy?I had one drink with my hubby, so that'd be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Made new friends?Yes!!! A bunch of my new co-workers we really hit it off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) New best friend?no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Favorite Night out?The only one that stands out was that wedding we went to, I had fun, but scared shitless of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Did you find love?Of course, a new little man that I couldn't love more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What was your proudest moment?Announcing the birth of my 2nd son :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2704793955148117936?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2704793955148117936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2704793955148117936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2704793955148117936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2704793955148117936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-where-did-you-begin-2007at-party-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2948588430479978312</id><published>2008-01-02T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:55:21.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had the worst night ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan started fussing around 6pm, after the family was over for supper. I fed him and he ate a big, would start pulling off and crying, this went on for about an hr. No hard screaming just that. Then 7pm hit and he would stop crying. Oh it was awful, I know he was in pain because he'd stiffen up like a board and cry and cry, you get the drift. He did that pretty much non-stop until about 11pm. Thank god he finally settled. I guess it was something I ate, although the only thing different was Chinese food on new yrs eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got up with around 3 for his usual feed, that went fine, then he woke again around 6am. I fed him, he's still stuffy but anyway, after he ate, he laid in bed with hubby and I then power puked all over me! Ugh, i changed him, got him dressed, then took him out to the living room with me. We cuddled, and I thought he was fine, looked to nurse again, I fed him a bit then BAM, barfed on me again, all over my boob this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I changed him, and me and swaddled him up and put him in his swing. There he slept for another 2 hrs. And is fine now. I hope we don't have a repeat of this again tonight. I'll never forget when he turned a month old that's for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2948588430479978312?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2948588430479978312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2948588430479978312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2948588430479978312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2948588430479978312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-had-worst-night-ever-nolan-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-7866330376220318584</id><published>2007-12-31T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:12.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The last day of 2007! I can't believe we are heading into 2008~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO LOSE MY FAT ASS! yah, it's really getting to me now, must do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;I am only 5 feet tall, so for my height I should weigh in around 100=115 something like that, certainly not the 138lbs that I am at right now. So there's my goal, I want to get down to 110lb that I was prior to this pregnancy, that was a good weight for me, my clothes fit good, and I had more energy. It's surprising how difficult I find it to do things, and I know I just had a baby and all and that's tiring in itself but attribute half to the excess weight that I am not used to living day to day with. Anyway, that's my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to do this? Fuck if I know.... Last time I walked 2 miles everyday with Ava in one of those snuggli pouch things, this time, it's winter, we get storms pretty much every 3 days, snow everywhere, needless to say, no walking outdoors for me. Treadmill, my SIL has one, I could go there to use it, which I may do, not everyday but I will go up there, But it's just not the same, I get bored, at least walking outdoors, I am going somewhere. Also I did that southbeach diet, well not to perfection, but did limit carbs to an extent, so I can't really do that too strictly while breastfeeding, but I can cut out the sweets, the umm, 4 squares daily that I have been consuming since all that Christmas junk has been staring me in the face, taunting me to EAT IT! haha, so we'll see. I'll maybe put up a ticker to stare me down while I'm doing this, and have weekly progress, I may even go as far as taking pictures, better yet, I should, then I can see the change and how big I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another topic, New Year's Eve, I haven't really any big plans for tonight, since I can't drink, and have a housefull of little ones. We are probably going to have a big last pigout of chinese food, yum, my favorite before I deprive myself of what I love so much, chocolate, and deep fried foods. And another reason no plans, a big snowstorm has hit again, 30cm today with ice pellets, just what I want to see. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, enough babbling, I'll post again Next year :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R3kV4alhveI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5ooCjtZw-L4/s1600-h/nolan+4weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150171707828452834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R3kV4alhveI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5ooCjtZw-L4/s320/nolan+4weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-7866330376220318584?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7866330376220318584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=7866330376220318584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7866330376220318584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7866330376220318584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-2007-i-cant-believe-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R3kV4alhveI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5ooCjtZw-L4/s72-c/nolan+4weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6917282557293804242</id><published>2007-12-27T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T10:26:23.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well did we have a busy Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had so much fun, they got a Wii and have been playing it off and on since then, they got a karaoke type of game and it's hilarious, hubby and I were playing it last night and couldn't stop laughing at each other at how silly we sounded! Anyway, it's good for entertainment that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older kids had a great time opening things, Emma loved all of her things *she's the 6 yr old* she kept saying, ooooo I love this, it's what I've always wanted, she really appreciated everything. Ethan he liked his things too *the 7 yr old*. He got some Xbox games and had fun playing them too. Rebekah *the 11 yr old* was so damn hard to buy for! She didn't seem too interested in anything, but she says she likes all of her things. Ava was hilarious, she just kept walking around digging into the wrapping paper and just trying to eat chocolates. Nolan, well hello he's 3 weeks old. So that's our christmas, I video taped everything, I really didn't get many pictures, but when I replace the batteries I'll post some, if there's anything decent to put up. It was chaotic trying to video tape and snap pictures of 4 of them going at once and trying to pay attention at the same time, hey I guess that's what tripods are for eh?? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a Nolan update, he's doing great, growing so much, he's up to 9 1/2 pounds already. It's amazing how fast they grow, he's got a wonderful cold, they he got from his sister, and now he's got a cold in his eye. Poor guy, he's getting attacked by the germs already. He's sleeping a little better, wakes at 2 am for a feed then again at 6am and will go to bed for the night at 9pm.  So I'm usually gone to sleep by 9:20pm! haha, gotta get sleep while I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6917282557293804242?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6917282557293804242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6917282557293804242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6917282557293804242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6917282557293804242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-did-we-have-busy-christmas-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-167871986681548295</id><published>2007-12-19T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:13.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R2kOWqlhvdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XwCRMd5OWlI/s1600-h/nolan2weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145659831799102930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R2kOWqlhvdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XwCRMd5OWlI/s320/nolan2weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, hard to believe that Christmas will be here in less than a week, even harder to believe Nolan is 18 days old already. Crap time goes so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's been a few new things going on, such as my house is starting to get built. Yay, we got the lumber yesterday, and the flooring is on the basement. Our mini-home is completely paid off and no longer ours, so there's another thing, the keys were turned over to the new owners. Strange, it's not ours anymore but hell we're getting a new house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan has a cold, already, from my germy kids, well Ava mainly she's the one full of a cold and in his face all the time. Oh well, I have to get some saline drops and maybe that'll help him. He's growing all the time and I see a difference everyday. He can hold his head up for awhile at a time, so I think he'll be doing that shortly on his own. His bum is a mess of course from the explosions that occur ummm about 20 times a day! My son was just like him, I guess I'll need to get a prescription cream for him, damn, he screams bloody murder every time I change him! Poor fella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Christmas shopping is almost done, I have to get stuff for Nolan now and just a few other things for the other kids, not bad considering we just started last week really. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll finish this post with some newer pictures of my little man. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R2kNXalhvbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/202bp7j6PqM/s1600-h/2weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145658745172377010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R2kNXalhvbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/202bp7j6PqM/s320/2weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the fat face squished look! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R2kN96lhvcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9yfy5xJ_AKM/s1600-h/2weeksold.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145659406597340610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R2kN96lhvcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9yfy5xJ_AKM/s320/2weeksold.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, this one is funny too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-167871986681548295?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/167871986681548295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=167871986681548295' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/167871986681548295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/167871986681548295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-hard-to-believe-that-christmas-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R2kOWqlhvdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XwCRMd5OWlI/s72-c/nolan2weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2831928605312983113</id><published>2007-12-13T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:10:14.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been feeling a little better the last couple of days, I think this is just going to be the blues this time and not escalate to anything more. I haven't even thought of crying, the rational me is starting to kick in. I realize taking care of the 5 I have, is more important than mourning what I'll never have again. So that's it. It was a special time for me and my babies, that I'll always cherish, but gone. I think I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my children's christmas concert, my last one for my oldest, my goodness how fast time goes. The other ones were too cute. I didn't take pictures, I only videotaped it. So nothing to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noley is doing well, he's feeding wonderfully, he's already up to 9lbs. Ava is doing well with him, she loves him so much, I'll have to post more pictures of him, he's changing his looks so much. Not much else going on here, we may get a tree this week, I'm not sure. Anyway, hope all are doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2831928605312983113?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2831928605312983113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2831928605312983113' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2831928605312983113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2831928605312983113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-feeling-little-better-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6225626436779987782</id><published>2007-12-10T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:04:11.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many have asked how I'm feeling, well to be honest, not that great. Well physically I feel wonderful, it's as though I never just gave birth 9 days ago, no pain, nothing, even (tmi, that wonderful flow is gone). But seems I have been afflicted with the good ol' baby blues. After I had my son I ended up with them 8 yrs ago almost, must be a boy thing, because I have it again. I ended up with postpartum depression after him, but nothing too serious. I guess one of the things that gets me down is that we are through, no more children, I am finding it so hard to let go of the fact that we'll never have another one, I'll never be pregnant again, I know it's crazy, 5 kids hello, that's enough, but it's still sad. To talk to my hubby, shit he can't understand why I cry and get upset. Men! I think that the closer my appointment gets for my tubal the more upset I get, but this is what has to be done, we can't have anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that little babble, everyone is adjusting well to the baby. Ava still thinks he's her toy, she calls him Noley, it's pretty cute. Speaking of Noley, the little one doesn't know how enjoyable it is to sleep at night! He's up about 3-4 times a night, ugh, little turkey. Anyway, that's it for now, don't have much else to post about, trying to get in the mood for Christmas, but I'm just not into it this year. I hope this mood lets up and I start enjoying things more. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the house, the basement is getting poured tomorrow so that's promising. Can't wait to see some of it going up, maybe that will get me in a better mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6225626436779987782?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6225626436779987782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6225626436779987782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6225626436779987782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6225626436779987782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/many-have-asked-how-im-feeling-well-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-5978724875399804155</id><published>2007-12-09T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:13.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R1vqQAq8jdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HZoAAbFx4R0/s1600-h/snoozing12hrsold.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141960960352488914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R1vqQAq8jdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HZoAAbFx4R0/s320/snoozing12hrsold.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R1vpaAq8jcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EHSvNjOR49c/s1600-h/1weeknolan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141960032639552962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R1vpaAq8jcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EHSvNjOR49c/s320/1weeknolan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally hubby got my internet connected, so now meet Nolan. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is him at 12 hrs old. They grow so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture is at 1 week old already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-5978724875399804155?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5978724875399804155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=5978724875399804155' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5978724875399804155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5978724875399804155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R1vqQAq8jdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HZoAAbFx4R0/s72-c/snoozing12hrsold.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1595863888520711439</id><published>2007-12-07T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:17:23.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family is Complete</title><content type='html'>Nolan Christopher was born Dec. 1 at 5:44pm weighing in at 7lbs 8oz, 20.5 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birth story is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we woke up and took my final belly pic and arrived at the hospital at around 8:15am for my induction. The nurse hooked me up to the monitor and did a quick tracing of the baby. My OB called around 8:30am and said he'd be in around 9am to start the induction. At that time he checked me and said I was about 1-2cm dilated and 60% effaced and decided he'd use the gel this time and if it didn't work he'd break my water *6hrs later* and start pitocin. So at 9 he inserted the gel. I had to stay flat, and on the monitor for an hr. after that we went walking. I had maybe one or 2 contractions the whole time while we walked around the hospital. Nothing was happening at all.  At around 12 noon we went back to my room and got hooked up the monitor and basically just waited till my OB came back to decide on his next plan of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:45pm he came in and checked me, I was only 2cm, he decided then that he was going to break my water and start the pit. So after he broke my water the contractions started, they were about 10 minutes apart, but bearable. The nurse then started my IV, which I HATE, but anyway, it was done, then the pitocin was started at about 3:30pm. The contractions hit at about 2-3minutes apart immediately. I breathed through them and was pretty damn uncomfortable until I asked for my epidural at about 4pm. The nurse checked me at that time and said I was 3cm, she told me she'd call my OB and tell him that I wanted one. So he said that was fine, and he'd call the anesthesiologist and call if she couldn't make it there right away. No calls meant she'd be there soon. While I was waiting I had a shot of fentanyl to take the edge off, which really didn't do much for my pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 4:36pm the anesthetist showed up, my nurse decided to check me first and I was at 4cm, and thinning more, at 4:38pm I had my epidural, within 5 minutes, sweet relief. It worked this time. It was amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So got my catheter and layed on my side. The baby was doing fine, heartrate would dip the odd time but still looked good. Ahhh it was great, time to relax, since I had a crappy sleep the night before anticipating the days events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5:20pm I started getting some awful pressure feeling. So the nurse checked me and said I was at 6cm and fully effaced, of course I never mentioned that it was storming here, beautiful snowstorm. The nurse called my OB to let him know he should come in soon. He lives fairly close but things were moving fast. Maybe about 5 minutes later I had more of that pressure, she checked me, I was at 7cm. 10 minutes passed and I was fully dilated. It was about 5:40 at that time, only 3 hrs short since he broke my water. The other nurse was checking out the window to see if he was coming in since they knew he was coming, they had no time to do an overhead page for any Dr. to deliver him, so my OB nurse delivered him herself at 5:44pm. I didn't push at all, pretty much the same as when I had Ava. He was perfect, cried immediately.  My OB showed up about 5 minutes after he was born. He was there to at least deliver the placenta. lol. I had no tears and needed no stitches. I would say this was my best delivery and our family is finally completed.  I was given him to start nursing about 20 minutes after he was born and he latched on perfectly and has been doing great since. I love this little guy so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've had him, things have been going ok, we are in the inlaws and it's getting 'better' if that's a term to use. They really haven't been around much so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids they love him to death. The oldest oddly is the hardest one to deal with since he's been born, I think she's the most jealous. Ava she loves him and wants to hold him ALLL The time, it's cute, she yells gimmie him, gimmie him! She's not doing too bad though, surprisingly enough. The other 2 kids just come around once and awhile. They are doing great with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby still hasn't gotten me the internet to use so I'm using my SIL's pc right now. I'll post some pics when I get it set up at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1595863888520711439?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1595863888520711439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1595863888520711439' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1595863888520711439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1595863888520711439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-family-is-complete.html' title='Our Family is Complete'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4119780638966052230</id><published>2007-11-27T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:06:35.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So maybe I was wrong about the last post. We didn't end up moving my computer yet, or the the only tv left in this place with our satellite receiver. A and I are sitting here on the floor watching the 13inch tv, Curious George, Bo on the GO. all the good shows. I have come over here because well basically I'm loosing my f*&amp;amp;**king mind at the inlaws. Omg, it's awful, not like I originally wanted to move quickly, but it would have been nice to have A a little more adjusted to the place before a new baby comes. Let me describe the situation some;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in their basement, it's nice, it's all done over (of course after the flooding the whole house is redone). We have our living room setup there, our kitchen table, a fridge, no stove. There is a bathroom, but the fan for the shower thing hasn't been installed so I haven't showered there yet. YUCK! The type of person I am, is one that trys to stay out of other people's business. The kids have their beds upstairs and are to sleep up there only, I want them down with me so I can watch them, and discipline and whatnot. I am not there for them to babysit, whatever. So to get that through the 6&amp;amp;7 yr old's heads, it's pretty tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning, I have to take them upstairs to feed them, because I have no dishes, sink whatever, it sucks ass, because A is running through the house, talking and happy. They are upstairs, and I say to the kids is SHHHH SHHHH SHHHH&lt; i feel like a fucking parrot, repeating myself all the time, it's horrible. It may be the excess hormones from a 9 month pregnant woman, who knows, but I'm not dealing well with this. AND. IT"S. ONLY. BEEN. 2 . DAYS! Have I mentioned the only thing done with my new house is the ground is dug, that's it, they ran into trouble and hit rock, but they resolved it yesterday. The footer hasn't been poured nothing is done, I'm freaking bad. Anyway, that's my rant about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to this morning, I had a meltdown, cryed my face off, took A over here and we got in the tubby (as A calls it) hehe, so now I'm just going to sit around here in my empty home so I don't invade over there and wish that I could make my new home magically appear. This is just awful. I have to make the kids supper tonight and I don't feel right going upstairs to her kitchen to make food for them. (*this is my MIL, not my parents!!, I wouldn't care if it were mine) NOT to mention that all my MIL and FIL do is fight, constantly, OOOOOHHH Shoot me, really though, this  has to get better, because I don't know if I'll be able to stand it. Oh and hubby is at work till 7:30 tonight, for 13 hrs so I would just make him do it if he were home, since it's his family, but nope he's not here. So that's my babble, I am upset, practically crying right now, still full of a headcold, and did i mention upset.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4119780638966052230?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4119780638966052230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4119780638966052230' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4119780638966052230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4119780638966052230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-maybe-i-was-wrong-about-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6787442132906122226</id><published>2007-11-26T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:42:40.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post for Awhile....</title><content type='html'>That's it, we're pretty much moved in to my in-laws. I am taking apart the computer and moving it over later today. So, there's no internet connection as of yet, so I'm not sure when they'll get something hooked up. Hopefully not long, because it's my only connection to the outside world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was our first night at the in-laws. The crib is apart, so A had to sleep for the first time in a big bed. She did ok, but is still freaked out about all of our furniture there and just wants to "go home". I feel bad for her but what else can we do. Even little E started to get upset. They were excited at first to be sleeping over, but the realization hit her when I said, we're never going back to our old house, the next time we move is in our new house. She's good about it, knows we have to do this to get our new home, but still it's sad to all of us. The kids were all raised here, little baby Nolan/Rylan, still haven't decided won't even have a chance to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we'll make the best of it and it's not for long, then it's everyone has their own room and all new, so that's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this has been a serious ramble for now, I'll post when I can, hopefully hubby will try and set something up for me quick, so I don't go through serious withdrawals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6787442132906122226?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6787442132906122226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6787442132906122226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6787442132906122226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6787442132906122226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-post-for-awhile.html' title='Last Post for Awhile....'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-3461417925015149640</id><published>2007-11-24T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:14.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R0h15EnMBxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i5WrDGy93q8/s1600-h/39wkbaby5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136484998367151890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R0h15EnMBxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i5WrDGy93q8/s320/39wkbaby5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R0h1R0nMBwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ILfbRu6XKVE/s1600-h/39wk5habby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136484324057286402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R0h1R0nMBwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ILfbRu6XKVE/s320/39wk5habby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;39 weeks, yep, pretty big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-3461417925015149640?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3461417925015149640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=3461417925015149640' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3461417925015149640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3461417925015149640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/39-weeks-yep-pretty-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R0h15EnMBxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i5WrDGy93q8/s72-c/39wkbaby5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-470306654282808195</id><published>2007-11-23T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:29:39.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I didn't manage to post every day this month, but hell it was more than I've posted in a long time. Tomorrow may be the last post for a looooong time, we are moving tomorrow or Sunday, so after that I'm not sure when I'll be able to make a post. Anyway, must get back to packing, BLAH~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-470306654282808195?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/470306654282808195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=470306654282808195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/470306654282808195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/470306654282808195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-i-didnt-manage-to-post-every-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2900283826483811903</id><published>2007-11-21T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:05:56.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my 2nd last OB appt today. Went fine, baby still head down, got to see his big hands on the u/s. Heartrate 125, he was resting so it was lower. B/p fine and I am measuring at 34 weeks, smaller than last week, he didn't check me but said the 28th is my last visit and he'll have a definate date for induction after that. So until then I wait. Hoping for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby and I have the worst head colds on earth. I think I have the flu, I was all achy and sore yesterday and had chills along with not being able to breathe through my nose! BLAH! A woke up through the night 3x sobbing with her cold/flu. Poor girl, she was excellant today as I had to wait to see my Dr. and file for maternity leave. Not much else to say, going to go to bed soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2900283826483811903?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2900283826483811903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2900283826483811903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2900283826483811903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2900283826483811903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-my-2nd-last-ob-appt-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1887853076034431721</id><published>2007-11-20T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:04:06.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH, whiny post here.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 2 days ago with a major head cold, all stuffed up. Now today, I ache all over, my head is pounding, actually feels like someone was beating my cheekbones with a bat and feverish. I obviously must have the flu. I didn't sleep well at all for the last 2 nights as I'm sure I won't be able to tonight also. So far I'm the only one in the house with this so that's a good thing. Blah, hope it lets up some tomorrow, I need to sleep and can't when I'm unable to breathe through my nose and otrivin doesn't cut it at all, only for about 2 hrs and it's too soon to spray more :( Wahhh. What a baby I am, I was thinking that the baby must stay put for another bit because I can't have a new baby to care of like this, just wait till I feel better kiddo. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got their report cards today. R did excellant, The boy did well I guess as well as expected given his difficulties. I do believe they'll recommend more 1:1 next year but we'll do what we are doing for now this year. One positive note she mentioned that he is progressing with home and school help, so that's it for him. Little E is displaying +++ difficulties in language arts as I already know and groaned about when I met with her teacher at the first of the year. I already know what we are dealing with, most likely she'll be tested this yr too. But the advantage is she gets the help she needs once the testing is completed, I mean it could be worse. They could be sick children and fortunately all my kids have great health and are pretty cute if I must say :P So I meet the teacher for their report cards on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, tomorrow is my next OB appointment. I also have to file for maternity leave at work so this shall be fun, taking A with me at 11 for the mat leave forms then 11:40 for my Ob appt and that usually is a half hr wait, all with A who is as antsy as I don't know what, she doesn't stay put for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this weekend, we are moving to the in-laws, we have to have a close date for the trailor of the 30th and this is the only time hubby has while off to move us. I can't believe how fast things are going. The hole is dug for the new house, except, of course there is always and exception, there is a pile of rock at one end of the hole for the basement that will require jackhammering, hence, more money. Fortunately he only thinks around 500=1000 dollars, so I can go with that, do I have any other choice, no. So that's that. Will post again tomorrow after my appointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1887853076034431721?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1887853076034431721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1887853076034431721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1887853076034431721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1887853076034431721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/ugh-whiny-post-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-3845249378739128528</id><published>2007-11-19T15:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:32:56.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know what I'm listening to right now as I type, and no it's not the keys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet sound of an escavator digging me a BIG OL' HOLE FOR MY NEW HOUSE! We've started, holy shit, we're actually building a house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-3845249378739128528?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3845249378739128528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=3845249378739128528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3845249378739128528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3845249378739128528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/know-what-im-listening-to-right-now-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-7972780913627447468</id><published>2007-11-18T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:14.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>38 week pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R0CDTEnMBuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dSFHPQ9mk_Y/s1600-h/38wksbigbelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134247938881226466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R0CDTEnMBuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dSFHPQ9mk_Y/s320/38wksbigbelly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Major huge belly here, excuse my hairy arms. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 days baby before you're evicted! This is going so FASSSSSSSST!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-7972780913627447468?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7972780913627447468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=7972780913627447468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7972780913627447468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7972780913627447468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/38-week-pic.html' title='38 week pic'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/R0CDTEnMBuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dSFHPQ9mk_Y/s72-c/38wksbigbelly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1157650127802405819</id><published>2007-11-17T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:33:19.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://my4kidsdunn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terri&lt;/a&gt; suggested I do a poll as to when people think this little one will arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some info about previous pregnancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-with my boy I went on my own into labor and it was on his due date. he was 8lb 11 1/2 oz, 21 inches long. (my biggest baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my girls were both overdue at least 2 weeks, with A I was induced, and the plan is an induction for 2 weeks from today. (I'll know exactly on my next visit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E was 8lb 4oz., 20 inches and my oldest R was 7lb 13oz, 22 inches. A was 7lb 8oz, 20 inches but she was induced 4 days early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so far for this baby, I measured smaller at my last visit on Wed. His head is supposedly engaged right now and I have awful back pain and pretty much every evening I get lovely braxton hicks ctx which obviously don't lead to the real deal, cause I'm sitting here typing this post right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yesterday had me a big scare, the baby is slowed down in movements, he's certainly active enough, but slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it, the info, if you want, play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's found here at &lt;a href="http://www.expectnet.com/"&gt;www.expectnet.com&lt;/a&gt; and the game name is emmababy5 to enter a guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1157650127802405819?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1157650127802405819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1157650127802405819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1157650127802405819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1157650127802405819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/terri-suggested-i-do-poll-as-to-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-3053336802984036040</id><published>2007-11-16T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:59:45.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, why is this baby feeling the need to make me worry now?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and everyday before it, he was active, kicking like crazy, squirming around, now today, he's not doing much of anything. I mean, I can bug him and get a little nudge here and there, there is definately movement, but not the "10 movements" an hour thing. Hubby seems to think that he's asleep, well that's fine but usually a sugar rush gets him active and crazy. UGH, around here you don't call the OB you go into the hospital to get checked out on the monitor. The only one you'd call would be L&amp;amp;D and they'd suggest to go in, so pointless to call because they are required to cover their assess and pretty much say that when any concern arises. Anyone have any thoughts? Has this happened to anyone before? And I do know that movement slows before delivery, but what the hell? Like this is a big difference. Anyway, there I may or may not go in, he better start kicking the crap out of me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edited* I decided to have some serious sugar and he finally decided to give me some good kicks, I do the kick count thing and he's certainly over 10/hr so, maybe just slowing down to prepare for delivery? I would have gone in had he didn't start up, I know A did this a week before I had her too, so that's it for now. If I do get concerned enough to go in I'll post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-3053336802984036040?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3053336802984036040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=3053336802984036040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3053336802984036040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3053336802984036040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-why-is-this-baby-feeling-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6862585392412877405</id><published>2007-11-15T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:30:01.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://miraclebabyb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beccy&lt;/a&gt; to do the 7 weird/random facts about me meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a major packrat, I hate to throw anything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When attending school I much preferred anything to do with sciences/math related rather than English based. I have an extremely hard time writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. That's why my posts are so jumbled and random. I am not very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I do however like to tolepaint. It's pretty easy, trace and paint. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am shy, I don't like meeting new people, although I encounter it daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am 5 feet tall. Not sure if I've ever mentioned that before on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Finally, I have a love/hate relationship with work. I enjoy working to some degree, but would rather sleep in and be lazy around the house. But generally, I would rather be a working mom than a stay at home mom. The optimal setup would be that hubby would stay home with the children to raise them rather than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who wants to do this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6862585392412877405?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6862585392412877405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6862585392412877405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6862585392412877405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6862585392412877405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-tagged-by-beccy-to-do-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6826642212492192829</id><published>2007-11-14T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:33:16.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my OB appointment today. I lost a pound since last week, baby is engaged at this point and I'm measuring at 35 weeks, when I measured at 37 last week~ My pressure was 130/86 and baby's heartrate was 140. Everthing looks good with baby just waiting for him to come. Dr. somehow thinks that I may go on my own by my next visit, since he's so low down. But I have no way to know if I'm dilated or not, my OB doesn't check at visits, only when you go in to a) have baby or b) for an induction.  He did however tell me that if the baby isn't here by Dec. 1 he's going to induce me. So there is an end in sight~ yay!  Don't get me wrong, I love feeling this little one moving all around but my back is absolutely KILLING me and it hurts to do almost everything now. :( But anyway, 17 more days till we meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the input on the name for him too. I was telling hubby how Nolan pretty much won over my choice, he just grinned and said how we should definately go with it now. We'll see, when baby is born what he looks like, it's one of those 2 names for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did more shopping yesterday got 3 more presents for the kiddo's. I'm almost donw, since I'm not getting them much this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well this post is beginning to be a big long ramble for now, I was tagged by Beccy so I'll do the meme tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6826642212492192829?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6826642212492192829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6826642212492192829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6826642212492192829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6826642212492192829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/had-my-ob-appointment-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8517374167160996890</id><published>2007-11-13T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:14.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RzmDCDkSl_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-AyUveUZ8eA/s1600-h/37wkbaby5+YIKESSS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132277321705887730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RzmDCDkSl_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-AyUveUZ8eA/s320/37wkbaby5+YIKESSS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here it is. I would need some serious airbrushing to make this look good! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8517374167160996890?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8517374167160996890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8517374167160996890' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8517374167160996890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8517374167160996890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-here-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RzmDCDkSl_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-AyUveUZ8eA/s72-c/37wkbaby5+YIKESSS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4838310316827241751</id><published>2007-11-12T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:14.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RzjVzDkSl-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dejv3uqI1Tc/s1600-h/bigbelly37wk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132086848496244706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RzjVzDkSl-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dejv3uqI1Tc/s320/bigbelly37wk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the newest belly shot at 37 weeks, maybe just maybe, i'll post a bare belly shot tomorrow, it's pretty nasty looking though with severeeee stretch marks. This picture does no justice for the size that I really am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4838310316827241751?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4838310316827241751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4838310316827241751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4838310316827241751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4838310316827241751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-newest-belly-shot-at-37-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RzjVzDkSl-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dejv3uqI1Tc/s72-c/bigbelly37wk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1954612735881844721</id><published>2007-11-11T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:27:21.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've been having a tough time agreeing/deciding on a name for this baby. I figure hell, this blog is anonymous enough, so I'll ask what readers that pop on here for their opinion. Which would you go with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desparate, this kid is coming in less than a month. Any thoughts,  I really like Isaiah but hubby won't even consider it. Urgh, too bad this baby wasn't a girl, because that's the only name we could agree on this time, it always works out that way doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1954612735881844721?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1954612735881844721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1954612735881844721' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1954612735881844721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1954612735881844721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/weve-been-having-tough-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6585739528224209289</id><published>2007-11-10T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:25:36.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been sitting here thinking of what I do in the run of a day now that I'm off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30am Get up with A, immediately she wants to be fed so out to the kitchen we go preparing breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00am Get the rest of the kids up, prepare lunches for school. Feed them breakfast, do hair, get bookbags ready for the 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50am Kids are out the door. (breathe again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00am, A and I watch some Bo on the GO and Arthur cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am Tub time, she loves the tub, since I'm too fat to bend over the tub, I get in with her (hey why not kill 2 birds with one stone right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am Start laundry, because there is like always 3-4 loads a day to do, no joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00am do dishes, vacuum, clean, clean some more the kids rooms, my room etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then flop on sofa for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12:00 I feed A some lunch then we crash for a nap. (i usually don't sleep, I just lay there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is usually asleep for an hr.&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm I usually start supper, read below to see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00pm kids are home from school, the real fun starts. I do homework with E and little E. That consumes about 2 hrs of our time, all the while doing this A is jumping up on the table, R is trying to get the occasional help with hers, which is fine. After an exhausting 2 hr homework battle we are finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00pm, we eat, roughly around this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00pm I clean the dishes, sweep floor for 20th time today, vacuum for 2nd time I'm sure because A is a mess-maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm start getting kids in tub, I wash little E's hair, the others are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm, I flop on sofa, wanting and begging for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 put A to sleep, other kids are finally in bed. Ahhhh quiet at last. Hubby and I finally have some alone time *he of course helps with the insanity of the house when he's home, but when he works he doesn't get in until 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00pm I'm asleep, ready to do this allllll over again the next day. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I had a far less hectic day when I worked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6585739528224209289?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6585739528224209289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6585739528224209289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6585739528224209289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6585739528224209289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-sitting-here-thinking-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4674701019856035767</id><published>2007-11-09T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:19:58.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For this pregnancy, the maternity clothes that I'm wearing were given to me by my SIL, hubby had given his cousin my clothes and I never got them back. So anyway, the shirts are all fine, I had some from a friend of mine and I even bought a few new ones, the maternity tops are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pants, they are the underbelly style, ummm, I HATE THEM. They were fine for about 4-7 mos. Now they don't go anywhere near my huge ass or gut, they slip down. I'm sure my child is going to suffer dents in his head from the god awful band digging into his skull. Really a man must have designed these. That or the 45+ weight gain isn't helping things. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4674701019856035767?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4674701019856035767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4674701019856035767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4674701019856035767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4674701019856035767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-this-pregnancy-maternity-clothes.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8721832891316387160</id><published>2007-11-08T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:16:22.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to say, braxton hicks really suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8721832891316387160?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8721832891316387160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8721832891316387160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8721832891316387160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8721832891316387160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-to-say-braxton-hicks-really-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-9144371444968588118</id><published>2007-11-07T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:28:00.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my 37 week appt today with my OB. All looks fine again with baby. Still head down, gained another 3 lbs putting me up to holy hell 45lbs! Yep, no doubt about it this kid is definately a boy. I gained 80lbs with my other boy! I see him every week now so the time should go pretty quick now. I had lots of lovely BH's today, which drive me nuts, it's a tease. If it's not going to lead to something soon, leave me alone is my theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also picked out our flooring and cupboards for the new house, oooh I love the cupboards, they are dark in color and the flooring is cherry colored laminate. (for now, when the kids are older I'll get hardwood) We picked the ceramic flooring for the bathrooms and kitchen area. The kitchen is a earthy tone with a green combined, so we got a sample of the flooring to take to match up the counter with it. I can't wait to see it all come together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-9144371444968588118?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9144371444968588118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=9144371444968588118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/9144371444968588118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/9144371444968588118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-my-37-week-appt-today-with-my-ob.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-439544574451984500</id><published>2007-11-06T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:06:27.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I have had the worst case of insomnia. I'll fall asleep around 9-10pm and around 2am I'll wake up and end up staying awake for about 1-2hrs. Ugh, this is horrible. I feel like crap in the morning and am still exhausted. If this is natures way to prepare me, it's getting old. I already know what I'm in for. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-439544574451984500?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/439544574451984500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=439544574451984500' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/439544574451984500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/439544574451984500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/lately-i-have-had-worst-case-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4725897198378197517</id><published>2007-11-05T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:28:33.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since we are moving to my in-laws soon, we've gotten a start on packing. We've been storing the boxes at my SIL's house. One day we packed the kids toys that were on their shelf, stuffed toys and few other older toys that were hanging around up there. One that was there was a "chicken=dance elmo" doll. It's self=explanatory, it's elmo dressed as a chicken and sings the most annoying chickendance song on earth then clucks. Well we got that toy for E when she was about 1 1/2 yrs old, same age as A is now. Noone ever really played with it, that's why it was up on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it down while packing and gave it to A. She loves the stupid thing. She walks around everywhere with it, grabbing it's arm/wing whatever it is supposed to be and talks away to it. The cutest thing tonight she tried to share her potatoes with it! Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4725897198378197517?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4725897198378197517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4725897198378197517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4725897198378197517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4725897198378197517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/since-we-are-moving-to-my-in-laws-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-9002061893238810674</id><published>2007-11-04T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:50:21.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I think I may unoffically be part of NaBloPoMo. I am a day late but what the hell, just for fun I'll try and post everyday, now that I'm through with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws house where we are moving to, is almost finished, the flooring is all down upstairs and on the main level, it's the basement now that has to be finished. It's gorgeous the covering for the kitchen, I would love to get that in our new house, but I think it would be out of our budget right now, apparently ceramic tile is cheaper. I would like it but not, I find it cold and hard on the feet but everyone that has it says they love it, just it's cold. Whatever, we'll be going this week to figure all that out, or get a start on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have some serious Christmas shopping to get started on, apparently the sears website has some good deals so that's where I'm headed to now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-9002061893238810674?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9002061893238810674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=9002061893238810674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/9002061893238810674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/9002061893238810674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-i-think-i-may-unoffically-be-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-966703452883075453</id><published>2007-11-03T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:55:05.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey this is my 300th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, nothing has happened, which i basically assumed anyway, not that I would want him to come this soon either, another 2-3 weeks would be perfect, but 5 weeks, come on baby, you don't have to hang on that long... Whatever he's eventually gotta come~ lol. I was pretty much up half the night with the pains, every 20-30 minutes, some woke me, and I assume they ended. I've been getting them again today, but sporadically with no pattern, I just know there was no way in hell I would have been able to work today. I did call off last night around 10pm and finally gave my notice that I'm done for this year at work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to 36 weeks hauling ass around all the while hauling my own fat ass around! Much better than last pregnancy when I went off sick at 28 weeks. I still feel fine, I would have stayed another week if they were only 8 hr shifts, the 12 hrs nearly killed me yesterday. Anyway, that's that, I'll file for maternity leave in another 2 weeks, I still have sick time to use up from the hospital first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another OB appointment on Wed.  Hubby and I are going to go "shopping" for the windows in our new house and doors. Maybe we'll check out the cupboards and flooring just for ideas too, since once the house gets started it doesn't take too long to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not much else to write about, been eating Halloween junk all day, damn you halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-966703452883075453?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/966703452883075453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=966703452883075453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/966703452883075453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/966703452883075453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-this-is-my-300th-post-as-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6387787244781796082</id><published>2007-11-02T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:05:25.212-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I have been having an interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day at work I've been having terrible back pain, although I notice it getting worse. Oh about 4pm (TMI&lt; TMI i notice some mucus yuck) Around 6pm I start getting contraction starting in my back, radiating to the front, about 25min apart. This is unusual for me, so what do I do? Come home after shift and drink a glass of water and I'm going to lay down. (on my left of course like a good momma) I have been through false labor far too many times, if it wakes me up, hell it's the real deal~! lol. If I don't post again through the night, you know its' the good old false labor acting up on me, as always, because I have to work another shift tomorrow. If I go in or any kind of anythign happens I'm sure I'll post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6387787244781796082?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6387787244781796082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6387787244781796082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6387787244781796082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6387787244781796082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-i-have-been-having-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-7942347615375382357</id><published>2007-10-30T14:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:35:13.344-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some randomness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surveyor's were out yesterday and the land is ready for the basement to begin. I can't believe that this week my house will be started, this is so crazy, I just can't believe it's finally happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little A was running around the living room yesterday and tripped with her sippycup in her mouth, you can just imagine the mess of her face now. Her top lip is so swollen that she looks like the grinch (the one with Jim C&amp;amp;arey). The bruising is starting to come out on the outside now too, I'll have to take a picture, because it's unbelievable how it looks. She doesn't look like the same person. Anyway, i'm sure it'll be gone down in a few days, poor little girl :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally a meme stolen from Chas' site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What kind of SOAP is in your bathtub right now? Ivory and Huggies baby body wash for A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have any watermelon in your refrigerator? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you change about your living room? Not much since I won't be in it in less than 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are the dishes in your dishwasher clean or dirty? What dishwasher, I don't have one! lol. I will in my new house though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is in your fridge? Lots, we just got groceries. Milk, skim and whole, yogurt, fruit, pasta sauce opened, eggs, italian sausage, green and red peppers to name a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. White or wheat bread? wheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is on top of your refrigerator? pills, and more stupid pills, i have my own pharmacy up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What color or design is on your shower curtain? It's a plain forest green color fabric to go with the curtain in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many plants are in your home? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is your bed made right now? Yes, I have to always make my bed, it makes the room much neater looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Comet or Soft Scrub? I guess soft scrub, although my hubby does the major cleaning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is your closet organized? Things are hung up, if that's considered organized. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Can you describe your flashlight? I don't think we have a working one around, last one i saw was a big flood light type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you drink out of glass or plastic most of the time at home? Glass, the plastic is for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have iced tea made in a pitcher right now? No, just strawberry Kiwi juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a garage, is it cluttered? I don't have one. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Curtains or blinds? Curtains and blinds in some rooms. But I would prefer all curtains in my new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2, one under my head and one body pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you sleep with any lights on at night? No, I like it to be completely dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How often do you vacuum? The rug in the living room at least once a day, the kids rooms, every 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Standard toothbrush or electric? Standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What color is your toothbrush? It's white and dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you have a welcome mat on your front porch? Yes, it's a mat that you wipe your feet off with, it doesn't say welcome though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is in your oven right now? The racks and a pizza pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is there anything under your bed? yes, my old normal clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Chore you hate doing the most? I don't like chores in general. I hate to clean. I guess my most unfavorite chore would have to be folding and putting away laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What retro items are in your home? My grandmother gave me her china cabinet, filled with a set of china that was bought when she was first married 67 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have a separate room that you use as an office? Hell no, the reason I'm building a new house is that I don't even have enough rooms for bedrooms for all my kids. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How many mirrors are in your home? One in the bathroom, one on my dresser, and one in the kids rooms. So 4 in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have any hidden emergency money around your home? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What color are your walls? White, white and more white. I can't wait to get in our new house and paint and have COLOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you keep any kind of protection weapons in your home? Nothing in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What does your home smell like right now? Fresh laundry, because that's what I've been doing for the last 2 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite candle scent? Anything fruit smelling, I had a melon cucumber one before oh it's so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What kind of pickles (if any) are in your refrigerator right now?Sweet pickles, YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What color is your favorite Bible? The one I read is white.  The other's are only children bibles, white and red in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever been on your roof? No, not a chance. And it's not even high, I just don't like heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you own a stereo? Yah there's one in our living room, although A has been using it as a toy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. How many TVs do you have? One in my bedroom, one in the living room, one in R's room and one in the kids room. 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many house phones? 1 a cordless one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have a housekeeper? Hahaha, yah right, no just me and hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What style do you decorate in? Simple I guess, nothing to bold or fancy. I like plain things. Hello, my walls are still white after living here for 8 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you like solid colors in furniture or prints? I like solid colors in furniture. But I have the ugliest print on my soft right now, it was a cheap set and we were just married, so it did the trick at the time, for the next one I'm getting it will be all one color preferebly dark, so stains are harder to notice from the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Is there a smoke detector in your home? Yes there are 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do this can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-7942347615375382357?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7942347615375382357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=7942347615375382357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7942347615375382357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7942347615375382357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-3441224748752799782</id><published>2007-10-26T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:36:38.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my OB appointment on Wednesday. Gained another 2 lbs and baby is measuring right on track, head down ready to go! lol He told me as long as I feel fine, he'll let me go on my own, so I'm definately having the baby in December. I had one due date of Dec. 1 so with my history of being overdue, my guess is Dec. 7th. With a 9 pounder. We shall see.  Next appointment is in 2 weeks, then they are weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that appointment I took A to get her 18 mos needles, she got them and the flu shot all at once, she did great but at the last needle she screamed pretty loud, poor babes. Hubby and I also go the flu shot, ouch, I really didn't want to but I'm covered as a healthcare worker and whatever so I got it. A did good afterwards also only got cranky once during the night and never did get a temp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started packing to move out, this place is so bare! I found some of E's old baby clothes and the outfit he came home in, I washed them all up for this baby :)  Anyway, must get some uniforms ironed, still working only about 10 shifts left till Maternity leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-3441224748752799782?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3441224748752799782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=3441224748752799782' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3441224748752799782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3441224748752799782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-had-my-ob-appointment-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1950026457409296116</id><published>2007-10-20T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:15.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>34 week pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RxpqQaVnR3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/h71DhjUkcX4/s1600-h/pigtails.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123524356267788146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RxpqQaVnR3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/h71DhjUkcX4/s320/pigtails.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little miss with her pigtails and making a mess of her clothes!&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 href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rxpp66VnR2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/AbamiMEPCEg/s1600-h/34wksbaby5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123523986900600674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rxpp66VnR2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/AbamiMEPCEg/s320/34wksbaby5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me taken today, 34 down, 6 to go~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1950026457409296116?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1950026457409296116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1950026457409296116' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1950026457409296116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1950026457409296116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/34-week-pic.html' title='34 week pic'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RxpqQaVnR3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/h71DhjUkcX4/s72-c/pigtails.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6191453529373343275</id><published>2007-10-19T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:06:25.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally our mortgage was finalized and the plans for the house are to start next week. This amazes me. I find it all too surreal that this is going to happen, now I can actually start thinking of colors for rooms, flooring and all that shit. I never really expected any of this to happen anytime soon, especially not next week~! I'm excited and nervous all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our mini-home we are in is sold, the people buying it are planning to move it the 2nd week of Nov. So we really have to get our assess in gear and start packing, of course I'm still working full-time like a nut, so it doesn't leave me with a whole bunch of extra time, but I'll be sure to get started next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are really excited too about finally having their own rooms they can decorate as they please and no sharing with anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally move out of here we are going to move into my MIL's basement because it is going to be all done over from the flood that happened a couple of months ago. We live in the country and have well water and apparently from the flooding something happened to her well so the people who deal that that type of stuff had to come out to assess the problem, it was fixed the other day and water was hooked back up. Didn't the basement get flooded AGAIN from some problem when they re-hooked up the water. The walls were completely gyprocked and was almost finished and now they will have to be done over again. Really who has this kind of luck???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6191453529373343275?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6191453529373343275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6191453529373343275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6191453529373343275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6191453529373343275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-our-mortgage-was-finalized-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-5227192892800720517</id><published>2007-10-12T20:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:16.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RxAEJqVnR0I/AAAAAAAAADw/CSfZueRe22w/s1600-h/32weeks3d+baby+5writing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120597340350531394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RxAEJqVnR0I/AAAAAAAAADw/CSfZueRe22w/s320/32weeks3d+baby+5writing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RxADeqVnRzI/AAAAAAAAADo/zzWT1qlbJ_g/s1600-h/32weeks3d+baby+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120596601616156466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RxADeqVnRzI/AAAAAAAAADo/zzWT1qlbJ_g/s320/32weeks3d+baby+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the newest pic of my little one. I'll put it up with and without the writing, so you can make out what you are seeing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big news we finally sold our house! Yay, and just in time we are supposed to start the house within the next 3 weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that not much going on, had a retarded day at work, started out with a code blue, lady crashed just as I was getting on shift, nice. Then my day was a chaotic from there, I was on meds, and i think EVERYONE had IV meds, potassium bolus, TPN, 5 new admissions in 1 hr,  it was just a tad bit crazy for my liking, I so wished I were in bed. But made it through, and get to do it all over again tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-5227192892800720517?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5227192892800720517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=5227192892800720517' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5227192892800720517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5227192892800720517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/heres-newest-pic-of-my-little-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RxAEJqVnR0I/AAAAAAAAADw/CSfZueRe22w/s72-c/32weeks3d+baby+5writing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-277192221015526949</id><published>2007-10-11T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:10:46.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to my OB yesterday, didn't gain any weight this time. Baby is measuring perfectly and I got a picture from my u/s. I'll scan it later and post it, it's of his face. He looks a lot like my son from what we could see, hell he could look completely different when he's born. LOL.  Next appt is in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the new house we are waiting for the mortgage to be approved, we will know by Monday, shit this might happen! We were pre=approved and they say everything looks great  but until it's finalized I just won't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's my update, just getting ready to go to work again tomorrow!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-277192221015526949?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/277192221015526949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=277192221015526949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/277192221015526949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/277192221015526949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-to-my-ob-yesterday-didnt-gain-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8243660037009491539</id><published>2007-10-04T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:55:45.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, can't believe it's October already! I can finally say (according to one date my OB gave me) that I'm due next month! lol, although it's the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit went fine, I gained 1lb and my pressure is fine. Measuring dead on for weeks and the baby is now head down. I then had my GI appointment, I have no idea what that man said to me, I had E and A there with me so he never said anything about a follow-up appt and mumbled something about my family Dr. I dont really care for him anyway, i was hoping to see someone new later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to take my son to see his pediatrician. He went over the results of his testing and told me that he needs more 1:1 time with phonics, etc. Yesterday I finally got the written results of his test, so I have to take that to the school and figure out what approach they are going to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my kids to get their eyes tested today, my oldest needs glasses to see the board in school but won't have to use them all the time. The other 2 children were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working fulltime. I gave my letter to my unit manager yesterday as to when I will be going off, I told her mid-nov but hell that'll be 38weeks, I'm sure I can get by with the first week of Nov finished. We'll see.  Anyway, must go now and lay down, I never got home from work until about 12am and then was up with A, she's sick yet again and woke up with a lovely little heat rash. There really isn't a dull moment for us in this house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8243660037009491539?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8243660037009491539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8243660037009491539' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8243660037009491539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8243660037009491539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-cant-believe-its-october-already-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4520242566216654304</id><published>2007-09-24T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:16.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RvgJFqVnRyI/AAAAAAAAADg/N2O7Yu_eQOA/s1600-h/30w2d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113847369748137762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RvgJFqVnRyI/AAAAAAAAADg/N2O7Yu_eQOA/s320/30w2d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 weeks and counting......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to my OB I'm 31 wks on Wednesday. I have my next appointment that day too. I actually have to see my OB, GI and my son's pediatrician that day. That should be a funfilled day of appointments..... yah right. At least the OB and GI ones are 15 minutes apart just down the hall from each other, so the baby shouldn't be too cranky and the waiting is less at 8:30am. Anyway, not much else to write about, just can't breathe very well, this kid is up in my ribs making breathing a difficult thing to do these days~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4520242566216654304?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4520242566216654304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4520242566216654304' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4520242566216654304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4520242566216654304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/30-weeks-and-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RvgJFqVnRyI/AAAAAAAAADg/N2O7Yu_eQOA/s72-c/30w2d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-5179080306793254953</id><published>2007-09-17T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:56:45.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I went to meet the teacher on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son's teacher apparently didn't realize how bad his disability was, she did know he was getting tested but didn't know if I had done it privately or was waiting for the school to do it. So I informed her that I did get it done myself and am waiting impatiently for the results to be mailed to me so we can determine how on earth we'll approach teaching this child. She was giving a little talk to all the parents and said how children in the grade have a reading level of G to N, I felt like crying E's is only at level C. Anyway, she reassured me that putting him in grade 2 is the best for him, that he'll have his learning needs met and to repeat grade 1 wouldn't make a difference. I still feel as though he is struggling so much, he just has such a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little E (my daughter) was tested also and is referred to all the intensive reading programs already. Fuck, I just said to her teacher, Oh god here we go again, I think she thought I was nuts, but she has no idea what we went through last year with my son, only to repeat it again this year with her, and not to mention lifelong. I don't think she got my frustration that night. lol. Oh well what can I do but my best to try and help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things, I'm working, all the fucking time, what else is new. I'm a bad facebooker and blogger these days. I am just too darn tired. Thought I'd write this down, because I'm sure I'll forget in no time with the way my brain is these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-5179080306793254953?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5179080306793254953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=5179080306793254953' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5179080306793254953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5179080306793254953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-i-went-to-meet-teacher-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4348768917372366622</id><published>2007-09-13T07:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:55:52.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished working 3 12 hr days and came off a 12 hr night. I'm totally EXHAUSTED! But cannot fall asleep just yet, so here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had my OB appointment. I've gained yet another 5lbs in 3 weeks, bringing my total up to *GASP* 37lbs. That's insane, I've exceeded the recommended weight gain for pregnancy and then some, with the most weight to be gained in my last 2 months!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP was fine, baby's heartrate is fine, 137, but baby boy is breech right now. I know, he can flip, hubby's aunt was in labor (yrs and yrs ago) and her baby flipped to breech position. So I know, that they can move, and whatever, but with the band on the lower half of the placenta that may also be causing him to be in this presentation.  I'm not worried, I'm sure I'll endure my torturous labor and delivery for him, as I did with the other 4. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than being super overtired and giddy right now, there's not a damn thing going on here. I have "meet and greet" night with the teachers at the school, so I'll be there surely explaining to my son's teacher what is going on with his learning, since he can't do a thing right now at the grade 2 level. I hope to get the written report in the next 2 weeks so they can decide on a plan of action for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get some sleep now. I'll post a new belly pic soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4348768917372366622?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4348768917372366622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4348768917372366622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4348768917372366622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4348768917372366622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-finished-working-3-12-hr-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8157508607671723462</id><published>2007-09-07T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:28:11.578-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter is a HANDFULL!~~~</title><content type='html'>Oh MY has my 17 mos old turned into one busy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping today because we didn't have a damn thing in this house and I am convinced my kids are going to eat me out of house and home so off I went in need of bread and milk. Has anyone done this before, go for bread and milk and come home with $150 worth of stuff?? That's happens far too often for me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I get home and waddle my ass into the house with my 100 bags of things and get them in here, while my kids are at school, did i mention, kids are in school??? :)  So there goes A running through the house with juice boxes, oatmeal packs, you name it she had it, and I realized I'm too damn fat and tired to run after her. I'm too old for this! I have no idea how I'm going to do this with another one, I'm sooooo tired right now. I still have over 2 months left! I have no idea how I'm going to work too. I can't even bend right now, how am I going to wash/haul ass around on my ortho floor when I'm at work. I realized, no one is getting their legs washed while I have them! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, must go make dinner for the kids and send some flowers and fish on facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8157508607671723462?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8157508607671723462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8157508607671723462' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8157508607671723462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8157508607671723462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-daughter-is-handfull.html' title='My Daughter is a HANDFULL!~~~'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-7242786406661858167</id><published>2007-09-05T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:18:37.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had our date night last night. First we went shopping, hubby wanted a new pair of sneakers for work, when we got there there was a buy one get one 50% off so hell I said I was getting a pair too. SO that consumed about an hr of our night cause it was so damn busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to my favorite restaurant, Boston Pizza, YUMMMM! Anyway, I got some Mama meata penne thingy and hubby got italian penne i think, I dunno, it was cheapo pasta night, that was good enough for me. Then I got my dessert, maple blondie (aka orgasm in a bowl, hellOOOO???) I swear, I crave that all the time. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to the movies we went, I really didn't care what we saw, anything but Mr. Bean or bourne ultimatum, only cause I never saw any of the other bourne identity whatever movies before. So hubby said I picked last time, so he decided this time, his choice: Death Sentence=Kevin Bacon's new movie. Ohhh I could go on about it, but I wont', because people in the world may want to see this. I however, don't recommend it, well ok, it was semi-alright for the most part, but anyway, I can't say much else cause I'll end up typing the damn story line here. I'll tell you, I would have rather seen a stupid happy funny, dumb ass movie like superbad than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that it was time to go home, I called my father who watched my kids before the movie started, because A has been running a temp now for 2 days, nothing else is wrong with her no vomit, diarrhea, just a temp, so anyway, she was fine, happy and everything and sleeping at this point. Dad told me 2 people called about our house and wanted to look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast-forward to today and the 2 people came, at the same freakin' time&gt; it may have been for the better because they seemed very interested and one was speaking only about finding someone to move it and whatver. So hopefully we'll have a buyer soon, because time is ticking to the start date for our new place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inlaws house is getting repaired also, it's coming along, the walls are all done in the basement as well as the ceilings and the flooring is started too. Hopefully they'll have that done by the time we sell (please GOD let someone buy my house) our place. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-7242786406661858167?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7242786406661858167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=7242786406661858167' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7242786406661858167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7242786406661858167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-had-our-date-night-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6025111161906768635</id><published>2007-09-04T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:19:17.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emily had wanted me to mention how old my other children are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is my oldest, she turned 11 in April. She's quite the drama queen right now, but what pre-teen isn't?? she's in grade 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is my only son so far, he's 7 will be 8 in January, he's in grade 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little E is my 3rd, she's 6, she's in grade 1. There are 17 mos between them, they are little shit-disturbers when they get together, but get me laughing nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is my baby, for now. She's 17 mos on the 6th of this month. She's a freakin handful! She's busy climbing and getting into everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, when I woke up I had my breakfast, had some bacon and eggs, and about 20 minutes later, it totally didn't sit well with me. Well needless to say, it came right back up! Lately I've been getting morning sickness the odd day, like really who the hell does that happen to at 28weeks anyway? Shit I thought I was well over this period. Anyway, about 2 hrs later I felt fine and went about my usual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight hubby and I are going out on a "date". Since our anniversary was shitty timing for us going out we are doing it toinght.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6025111161906768635?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6025111161906768635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6025111161906768635' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6025111161906768635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6025111161906768635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/emily-had-wanted-me-to-mention-how-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4728880139885911039</id><published>2007-08-31T08:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T08:48:49.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized yesterday how strange it must look when someone sees me with all my kids. I get stares, often people ask me, "they aren't ALL yours are they?" I have strangers constantly asking me, "how old are YOU?" I swear this happened last year when A was just a tiny baby, I took the kids out for ice cream and this lady asked me the are they all yours question then said, you have to tell me how old you are, at that time i was 27.  Then people are even more shocked when they hear I work, I suppose they typically assume I am most likely single, and having kids for a bigger cheque. :(  I had this friend that would mention to her friend about me and quickly say, but she's a nurse and so is her husband.  It's kind of awful that she felt the need to defend me quickly.  Even when I was with my mother yesterday, at the mall, the lady at the checkout was commenting on how cute A was and then was surprised they were mine, the usual, blah blah then she said, I suppose you don't work, and I was like uummmm, yah full time, I have vacation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at work, when patients or family members see I'm pregnant they'll say, "your first?" then I laugh hysterically and say, no, guess again, and keep saying no until they guess #5. I often get told I look like I'm about 20 yrs old, certainly not old enough looking to have 4, almost 5 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to anyone else??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4728880139885911039?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4728880139885911039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4728880139885911039' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4728880139885911039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4728880139885911039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-realized-yesterday-how-strange-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4686252515129297183</id><published>2007-08-30T09:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T09:20:56.964-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We did the whole getting ready to go back to school shopping the other day, I had to get little E a whole new wardrobe! Everything she owned was stained :( Her brother's things were great, didn't look like they were ever used. I did get him a few things. R had her clothes bought earlier in the summer. So she was ready for school a month ago. So a week from today the kiddo's are back in school! then it's just me and A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here is still hot, going to go the beach later, but most likely won't stay for long, A has a tendancy to run away and everywhere, she's too busy and I'm too fat! hahaha. So it'll be long enough to cool down, that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4686252515129297183?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4686252515129297183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4686252515129297183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4686252515129297183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4686252515129297183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-did-whole-getting-ready-to-go-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8892205983243579267</id><published>2007-08-27T14:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:16.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New belly pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RtMQgy2bv4I/AAAAAAAAADY/KkQ4Oy9-JVM/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103440958332845954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RtMQgy2bv4I/AAAAAAAAADY/KkQ4Oy9-JVM/s320/PICT0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really starting to get big fast now! I find I'm carrying this baby higher than my last. This picture was taken today, a week after the last one on here, what a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8892205983243579267?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8892205983243579267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8892205983243579267' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8892205983243579267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8892205983243579267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-belly-pic.html' title='New belly pic'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RtMQgy2bv4I/AAAAAAAAADY/KkQ4Oy9-JVM/s72-c/PICT0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4961401495276143476</id><published>2007-08-26T10:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T10:44:36.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'>26 weeks</title><content type='html'>I'm almost to my 3rd trimester~ Time surely is flying by. When I started this blog with A i was about 28 weeks along. That's when I went off work last time because I was so sick with my crohn's. This time I'm doing quite well, still on a low dose of prednisone but the 10mg seems to be enough to make me feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been having the worst backaches in the world, I guess from standing for such long hours at work, with my back all arched :(  My legs have been swelling like crazy too. I have gained almost 33lbs so far. :O  I'm exhausted, but love every minute of it, when I wake for one of my 4times to pee through the night missions, the baby wakes and gives me a kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the worst cravings on earth, all I want is KFC popcorn chicken and sweet &amp; sour dipping sauce. I absolutely hate that place normally, but that's all I want now, it's all that I have not to go there and give in! lol I also could eat fruit &amp;amp; nut bars all the time too! Why couldn't I just crave broccoli and carrots, something good for me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4961401495276143476?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4961401495276143476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4961401495276143476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4961401495276143476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4961401495276143476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/26-weeks.html' title='26 weeks'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-307715018433987443</id><published>2007-08-23T14:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:29:20.668-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry in advance for the terribly randomized post here, just have a few thoughts to put down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's grandmother died on Sunday after a 1 1/2 yr battle with lung cancer. She had many treatments with just chemo, needing frequent hospitalizations and blood transfusions. She certainly was a fighter, she tried the chemo enough to know that at that stage, she wasn't getting any better, the cancer would never leave and her quality of life was awful. She finally decided 4 mos ago to stop all treatments. She knew she was palliative at that point. She had always wanted to die at home so hubby's mom helped her have her wish. For the last 2 months, his mother was taking care of her while she continued to deteriorate. She was a bad diabetic with retarded sugars, often in the 30 range, so she required insulin towards the end, hubby's mom did it all for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tuesday last week that she was at her sickest, at this point she no longer was responsive. The palliative care Dr. came in and ordered her dilaudid, versed and robinal around the clock, every hour. She was tough because she continued like this for almost 5 days! It's terribly sad to see her go, be we all know she's better off, she was a christian and knew she was going to a better place. The funeral was yesterday, hubby was one of the pallbearers. It was sad, but the service was quite nice. We all went to her house yesterday, it is just so hard to believe that we won't see her there anymore, especially at the holidays. I feel so sad for my mother in law since she cared for her for so long and had to watch her die, but worst of all, her damn house is destroyed and can't even get away to her own home! She's still staying at her mom's house. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her home is in the works of being repaired. So far the ceilings have been torn down, up and down, the carpet, hardwood and walls have been removed. She even needs to have her cupboards replaced. Anyway, hopefully it won't take that long, one guy told her it could take about 3 mos. Shit that's how long it's supposed to take to build our new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had a Dr. appointment on Tuesday, all looks well with baby, I'm measuring now at 27weeks. My weight gain now is 31lbs ACK!!!! shit I have 14 weeks left, i'll be a monster at this rate. I had my u/s on Monday, baby is fine, still a he from what the tech could see :P&lt;br /&gt;His newest trick is grabbing his foot up by his head then letting it go and smacking himself in the forehead, I told the lady that he's just like his dad! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-307715018433987443?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/307715018433987443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=307715018433987443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/307715018433987443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/307715018433987443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-in-advance-for-terribly.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6259545227769592961</id><published>2007-08-18T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:17.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rsc1kS2bv0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0ZFa515M9u4/s1600-h/25wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100104000672087874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rsc1kS2bv0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0ZFa515M9u4/s320/25wks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rsc1kS2bv1I/AAAAAAAAADA/RCgdS5-QGhk/s1600-h/ing..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100104000672087890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rsc1kS2bv1I/AAAAAAAAADA/RCgdS5-QGhk/s320/ing..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rsc1ki2bv2I/AAAAAAAAADI/h-Lud-plNHI/s1600-h/rebe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100104004967055202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rsc1ki2bv2I/AAAAAAAAADI/h-Lud-plNHI/s320/rebe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rsc1ky2bv3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_rB4k4e6jBk/s1600-h/beachday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100104009262022514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rsc1ky2bv3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_rB4k4e6jBk/s320/beachday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6259545227769592961?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6259545227769592961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6259545227769592961' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6259545227769592961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6259545227769592961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/picture-post.html' title='Picture post!'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rsc1kS2bv0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0ZFa515M9u4/s72-c/25wks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6124891245529968715</id><published>2007-08-15T20:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:15:55.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our 8 yr anniversary, hard to believe that I've been pregnant for half of my marriage.  He had to work and I stayed home, didn't do anything at all. After hubby came home from work the kids were out playing in the yard, at around 8pm his brother came running over to our house, in a panic and told him to come right to his house, there's something wrong, he couldn't even say what was going on, instantly I thought someone was dead, or dying. Hell it was a scare of a lifetime that's for sure, because I knew the kids were close to his house. Turns out that sometime during the day, since no one was home the upstairs toilet cracked and the house was flooded. I mean, flooded. The roof in the kitchen was caving in, there was about 2 feet of water on the first floor not to mention the basement. The smoke alarm was ringing the wiring was fucked, needless to say, it was quite surreal. The walls are ruined in the basement, all need replacing, the cupboards in the kitchen need replacing, the hardwood, carpet you name it, is all destroyed. It's expected to at least be a month before it's fixed.  This is where we're supposed to live while we build our house. LOL. I'm sure it'll be fixed by Oct. haha, if not, well then I have no choice to rent an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had posted last year about my hubby's grandmom that was diagnosed with lung cancer, she's pretty much actively dying now. She's basically non-reponsive, getting pain meds regularly to help with her breathing, that's why his mother wasn't home, otherwise the water would have been turned off shortly after it was found. I feel awful for her, what timing for this shit to happen though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6124891245529968715?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6124891245529968715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6124891245529968715' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6124891245529968715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6124891245529968715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-was-our-8-yr-anniversary-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-5758484106728954723</id><published>2007-08-11T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:58:25.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I am experiencing a blogging slump. I have no desire to post anymore. I'm not sure what this is all about. Have I finally gotten bored of blogging? I found a new site where I "chat" with other expectant moms. I guess I just get lonely (I know how the hell with all the kids and hubby) but hubby doesn't really want to talk about anything regarding pregnancy, so I guess it's just me at home with no one to talk about my pregnancy woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been consuming my life also. The 12 hr shifts, leave me exhausted, mentally and physically. I only get home long enough to pretty much sleep. I dont' want to be a whiner but that's what I find myself doing more and more, I'm thinking my lack of readers is due to this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I started this while pregnant with Ava I'm going to finish this blog with this baby. So next appointment is Aug. 22 for a checkup. My next u/s is the 20th of Aug for growth and to check on the band. Other than that baby is active, I'm on 15mg of prednisone and that's about it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-5758484106728954723?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5758484106728954723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=5758484106728954723' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5758484106728954723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5758484106728954723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-guess-i-am-experiencing-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2879491522483166158</id><published>2007-08-04T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T10:52:09.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the follow up appointment to my son's testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows that he has phonological processing deficits as well as low attention. The man told me that while doing the test E did alright with the easy questions, but once the difficult ones started that's when the attention shut down. It seems that the way to try and deal with this disability is to have him go to a speech-language pathologist to learn the basic phonics of speech. My hubby's brother has the exact same disability. He did alright, graduated from high school, still had a hard time with university and failed, but his desire to do it may not have been too high at that point in his life. So there it is, the boy had a blood test showing a marker for celiac, ironically showed symptoms but his nerves were so damn shot from his inability to do school work! So this school year should be much better for him, he'll be in a normal class but will have his own work, and time to do it, and the man doing the test said that it's a good idea to put him forward a grade because the ciriculum of grade 1 doesn't matter, he has to work on this first to get the school work down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another OB appointment on Wed. The band is still there, he showed me it on the u/s screen, it is amniotic band synd.rome, but a benign form, hasn't touched the baby and the baby is nowhere near it, the band is on the lower left of my uterus and the baby hangs out on the right side away from it. So far it all looks fine, but closely monitoring it, another u/s in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back on 20mg of prednisone for my crohn's disease, of course had another flare up :( There's really nothing much going on here. I have a wedding to go to today, a friend of hubby's. I have to try and find something nice to wear in my wardrobe, I refuse to buy something. Hope all are well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2879491522483166158?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2879491522483166158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2879491522483166158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2879491522483166158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2879491522483166158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-had-follow-up-appointment-to-my-sons.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8442505979324177266</id><published>2007-07-29T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:51:28.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still alive, have been working and when not at work, enjoying some much needed time at the beach with the children. A loves the water, she's in it so much, her other sisters are constantly in the water from the second they get there till the moment they leave. E was in it so much she ended up with an ear infection :( My son could care less about going in the water. He just hangs out on the shore with the adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my son for his offical testing tomorrow for learning disabilities. I am relieved to know that soon we'll finally be able to have something done for him. When I went for the original assessment with the psychologist he had mentioned that the fact that he had difficulty with hearing and speech at such an early age is most likely what caused the delay in reading/writing. In all aspects of his learning. So anyway, we'll find out more from the test tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is my next OB appointment, I hope he has more info on what is going on in utero~ It's hard not knowing what to expect! Anyway, baby is very active moving more and more, I do think he's more laid back than his sister was last year, but hey all kids are different. I am getting HUGE, I look more like I'm 7 months as opposed to 5 months pregnant. It's unreal how much I've grown, I'll post another picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided on a name, we are thinking of naming him Nolan. I know I never post names on this thing, but that's what we are leaning towards. I guess that's it for updates here, I changed my blog name because seriously, I hear this question EVERDAY~ at least once~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8442505979324177266?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8442505979324177266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8442505979324177266' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8442505979324177266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8442505979324177266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-alive-have-been-working-and-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8235867048634863759</id><published>2007-07-17T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:27:38.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's definately a boy, no doubt about it. I went for my u/s this morning and he wasn't shy at all about showing us his goods. LOL. Turns out that there isn't a previa but a band close to the cervix, I have no idea what that means, but I will be closely monitored. There is no intereference with the baby so that's good, we got a good look at his lips too, all looks well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone heard of a band before? I haven't, but it's not amniotic band syndrome either. Ugh, never a dull moment here is there?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8235867048634863759?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8235867048634863759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8235867048634863759' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8235867048634863759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8235867048634863759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-definately-boy-no-doubt-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1317523639314754699</id><published>2007-07-15T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:18.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RpqWjS3ZuaI/AAAAAAAAACw/lxM8UcH5sKY/s1600-h/mess!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087544262172195234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RpqWjS3ZuaI/AAAAAAAAACw/lxM8UcH5sKY/s320/mess!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am on vacation from work for a week and have been relaxing everyday at the beach with the kids. The weather is so hot and nice it's amazing. I am really minding the heat though, I have never been big pregnant in the summer before so this is completely new to me, I'll cope though, no other choice ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't this just a great picture, she was loving some cake we had the other day. Lovely eh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday is my birthday, I'll be 29. Only one more year to the 30's! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1317523639314754699?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1317523639314754699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1317523639314754699' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1317523639314754699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1317523639314754699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-on-vacation-from-work-for-week-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RpqWjS3ZuaI/AAAAAAAAACw/lxM8UcH5sKY/s72-c/mess!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-747889539180153957</id><published>2007-07-10T17:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:18.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RpPnzKwQ6TI/AAAAAAAAACo/kaTJIum5-G0/s1600-h/19w2d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085663270477556018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RpPnzKwQ6TI/AAAAAAAAACo/kaTJIum5-G0/s320/19w2d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 week picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-747889539180153957?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/747889539180153957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=747889539180153957' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/747889539180153957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/747889539180153957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/20-week-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RpPnzKwQ6TI/AAAAAAAAACo/kaTJIum5-G0/s72-c/19w2d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2124442026156113819</id><published>2007-07-09T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:12:54.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19 weeks already, this pregnancy is pretty much half over. I can't get over how quickly it's going.  Hubby felt the baby move yesterday for the first time. The movement is so sporadic I was quite surprised he was patient enough to feel it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A has been quite sick, she's finally getting better but was just miserable for the last week. She has double ear infections and also ulcers in her mouth! OUCH! Her temp was super high and took tylenol and motrin to help keep it down. The antibiotics worked on the ear infections, but did nothing for her mouth. She was just miserable. She was quite close to dehydration but started to pick up on her fluid intake 2 days ago, thank God I wouldn't want to have had her get an IV. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's into Big Brother this season? I like it, I just can't get over how that Jen girl reacted when she saw her picture, was that for real? I fell asleep halfway through it, was she seriously acting all crazy, because she is? Or was that some kind of gameplay she thought up??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the america's player may be interesting, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not much else to say, going to get ready to put the baby to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2124442026156113819?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2124442026156113819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2124442026156113819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2124442026156113819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2124442026156113819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/19-weeks-already-this-pregnancy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6441123845647704300</id><published>2007-07-04T20:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:28:24.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm 19 weeks today according to my OB. So my visit went ok, up another 4lbs now 130lb. He got the results from my comprehensive u/s. The radiologist says I have placenta previa and wants another scan done in 2-3 weeks, so another chance to see my baby. I hope that the placenta moves, because I really don't want to have to have a section. :(  Also they didn't get a good look at baby's lips so there's another reason to repeat the u/s. The one thing that can occur with my prednisone use is cleft lip and of course they didn't get a good look at the baby's lips. Oh well I pray the next u/s they see the lips and all looks well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To confirm what Emma asked in my last post, we aren't burning/destroying/whatever our place LOL. it's a mini-home, and we're selling it so it'll be moved. Then we can go ahead and build on this lot. Shannon yes unfortunately we are going to still live next to crazy in-laws but with 60,000 dollars worth of land, as much as I can't tolerate her, I'll still stay here. She's tamed down ALOT since she's got her own new kid, I barely ever see her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6441123845647704300?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6441123845647704300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6441123845647704300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6441123845647704300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6441123845647704300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-19-weeks-today-according-to-my-ob.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-887722250218361728</id><published>2007-06-30T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:18.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well it seems that the plans for building a house may happen, unfortunately just when I'm due. I was really hoping I'd be closer to moving in when this baby arrives. But such is life, what can I do? I have one contractor with an excellant price and excellant references, I have to jump at that. So we are getting the final quote next week for the approval process. My only problem is where am I going to live when we are building our house?? The plan was the inlaws but I don't think I can stay in their small basement with 5 kids, 2 under 2 yrs old. I think I'll go insane, not kidding. I may have to rent an apartment, which I so don't want to do, but it's not fair for A to have to stay in a tiny basement with no place to play all day long. Just not fair, so I think we are leaning towards an apartment, and of course the only thing available are not so nice places, but whatever, it's the end result, that's what I have to look at! I'm sure we'll manage, hell I may actually get some highspeed internet while I'm in a new place! lol. Gotta look at the bright side right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday was grading day. My oldest is going to camp, that's her present, and the other 2 got bikes. My son's certificate was different than the girls, had he is being placed from grade 1 to grade 2 written on it, of course I got upset and cried, poor guy, I hope that something is identified at this testing so we can go from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on to my story, hubby was taking the tag off the bike and somehow with the knife managed to stab his hand right between the thumb and index finger! OUCH!!! It was bleeding badly and he needed stitches, so I had to take him to the hospital. Luckily I ran into one of the surgeons I work with on my unit and nicely begged him to quickly stitch his hand up because I had sooo many kids and didn't want to wait 2 hrs. LOL. He agreed and said to hubby when he was doing it that he had to take care of one of his good little nurses, hehe. One of the advantages of my work I suppose, if you look at this in a weird way, because it was the stabbed hand that brought him in :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave this post with a recent picture of all 4 kiddos!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RoaTtqwQ6SI/AAAAAAAAACg/tuUIDBjDMxQ/s1600-h/all+4+emsbday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081911642314303778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RoaTtqwQ6SI/AAAAAAAAACg/tuUIDBjDMxQ/s320/all+4+emsbday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-887722250218361728?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/887722250218361728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=887722250218361728' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/887722250218361728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/887722250218361728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-it-seems-that-plans-for-building.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RoaTtqwQ6SI/AAAAAAAAACg/tuUIDBjDMxQ/s72-c/all+4+emsbday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6500342413320827230</id><published>2007-06-27T09:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:19.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for my big u/s yesterday. It took about an hour for the tech to do it, I was quite surprised because none of my previous u/s for any of my other babies ever took that long. She warned me before hand that it would take that long though, so no extra worrying. I had to get up to pee 3 times during the u/s I could barely hold it! lol. The baby didn't coopearte much for face pictures, he would have his hands up over his face the whole time, crossed it was very cute. She also said she's about 85% sure it's a boy, but that still leaves room for error! LOL. So I'm not counting on it until D-day. But I have my own suspicians that it is going to be a boy anyway, this pregnancy reminds me of my son's. So I'll go with "maternal instinct". Next appointment is on July 4th, so I'll get another good look at the baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that my blog is boring as S*it, I just have nothing to write about, the pregnancy is all consuming and that's pretty much the focus, that and my other kids. I don't have a ton of time either with work and kids. My oldest is going to camp this summer she's super excited about that. Oh and we finally got a decent quote back on our house, one that I would jump at in an instant, of course he can't start it until I'm due! LOL. Oh well that's luck for me eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RoJhZqwQ6PI/AAAAAAAAACI/HUpOF0IHgdE/s1600-h/baby517w3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080730423228688626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RoJhZqwQ6PI/AAAAAAAAACI/HUpOF0IHgdE/s320/baby517w3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Profile picture, head on the left, you can see the nose and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RoJigKwQ6RI/AAAAAAAAACY/OdGG04rr8l4/s1600-h/handbaby5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080731634409466130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RoJigKwQ6RI/AAAAAAAAACY/OdGG04rr8l4/s320/handbaby5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6500342413320827230?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6500342413320827230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6500342413320827230' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6500342413320827230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6500342413320827230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-for-my-big-us-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RoJhZqwQ6PI/AAAAAAAAACI/HUpOF0IHgdE/s72-c/baby517w3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-7774824076894920175</id><published>2007-06-22T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:19.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>17 week pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RnxOR99ZOKI/AAAAAAAAACA/mZJkpcnY4hc/s1600-h/whlat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079020550363887778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RnxOR99ZOKI/AAAAAAAAACA/mZJkpcnY4hc/s320/whlat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah at this rate, I may not be able to drive a car at the end of my pregnany! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-7774824076894920175?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7774824076894920175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=7774824076894920175' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7774824076894920175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7774824076894920175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/17-week-pic.html' title='17 week pic'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RnxOR99ZOKI/AAAAAAAAACA/mZJkpcnY4hc/s72-c/whlat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8751601603698375901</id><published>2007-06-21T11:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:41:00.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is little E's birthday. Here's her birth story, since I never wrote one here about hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born 6 years ago today at 9:19am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before I had her I went to the hospital to see about possible induction as I was 2 weeks overdue. The doctor wanted me to have an u/s done (biophysical profile) to see about well-being of the baby. I was told then that she was roughly about 6lbs. Yah, right. Anyway, up to the antenatal assessment I went after the u/s. The Dr. checked my cervix and had said that if I were having a contraction as he was checking me he would have broke my water since the "membranes were bulging". Had i known I would have said I was~! LOL. Anyway, that he thought I'd return later that night, but he couldn't induce me until Friday morning, since there was already one lady being induced the next day, and they didn't want to overcrowd things so I was the only one booked for Friday. I was so upset, I was so huge, tired and just wanted this baby out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home I went, and started having contractions about an hr after I got home. They were irregular, here and there, but about 4pm they started to get regular, so we timed them. About 7pm they were about 6min apart so I decided to go in to get checked. I was 3cm so the nurse there said they would admit me, that was good enough for me! I was happy at least I knew I would be leaving next time with my baby. So I was put in a room and hubby stayed with me. I had a shot for pain around 9pm but that made me sick, so I just kind of layed there and breathed through the contractions. They slowed down to about 10 min apart for the whole night, I wasn't dilating at all but my cervix was definately thinning. This was a smaller hospital so there were no such things as epidurals here, so I asked my Dr. if I could be transferred to the other site since I was there for over 12 hrs and wanted some relief. He broke my water and said I could go. This was about 6am that he did this. The other hospital knew I was coming by ambulance and they got me in my room around  6:30am. The contractions started to pick up at this time about 4min apart. I begged for my epidural, they had told me that they called the anesthetist and he'd come asap. Well at 7:55am he finally came, said that no one had called him. I was pissed but what could I do, I'm just the patient.  When he was doing the epidural he was going over all possible scenarios to tell him if I felt something, like "if at any moment you can't feel your feet tell me" He said a few more things and I was like just do it, get it over before the next contraction. I just wanted the pain to go away. Finally after about 15 min the pain was gone. I had no feeling at all, it worked beautifully! I had the catheter put in and I layed on my side and went to sleep. This was all about 8:15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9am I was ready to roll on my other side since I love to lay on my right side, so hubby was in the chair sound asleep next to me so I asked the nurse to help me roll over cause I was really numb, I felt reallllly heavy. LOL. Anyway, over I rolled, she said, let me look down there to see what's going on just to have a check, much to her surprise was little E's head halfway out! The panic for her set in, my Dr wasn't there, he was on his way from the other hospital which is about a 20min drive. So she paged him but got no response, no OB's were close by so the page overhead was made for 'any Dr. with obstetrical priveleges" to come to L&amp;D now! One Dr. that was just ready to do assist with an operation (in her sterile gown and whatnot) came in, just in time to catch the baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was perfect, she had a dark complection with dark brown hair, quite a surprise since my last 2 were bald and very fair. She weighed in at 8lbs 4oz and 21 1/2". Quite a shock since the u/s the day before said she'd be maybe 6lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8751601603698375901?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8751601603698375901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8751601603698375901' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8751601603698375901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8751601603698375901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-little-es-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1373613051781627771</id><published>2007-06-18T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:19:12.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all, I'll be 17 weeks on Wednesday. I find this pregnancy is going by quite quickly now. I'm sure it'll slow down once I hit 30 weeks. I'm starting to get quite big, patients are starting to notice at work, so I guess I've popped quite a bit. I felt a big kick from the baby earlier today, and have felt little taps here and there the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my big ultrasound Tues the 26th, at a different hospital, so I won't be able to find out the gender there! I'm a little bit disappointed but as long as baby is healthy I don't care that's all that matters. I'm sure I'll have more than this u/s anyway, he's concerned about growth and always checking on baby.  My next OB appointment is on July 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get new batteries for my camera so I can take a new pic. Hope all are well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1373613051781627771?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1373613051781627771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1373613051781627771' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1373613051781627771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1373613051781627771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-all-ill-be-17-weeks-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4537284460943598767</id><published>2007-06-13T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:44:28.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my OB appointment today. He says I'm 16 weeks, so I'll go with that, puts my due date to Nov. 28. A few days sooner. LOL. Anyway, I gained another 5lbs in 4 weeks, putting me up to 126lb. Hopefully it'll slow the hell down now that I'm on 10mg of prednisone, not the whopping 40mg that I was on. He did a quick u/s today, and the baby is sooo much bigger, he was moving around and confirmed what I was feeling was baby. LOL. No matter how many times I have had children, I still wonder in this first early part. Baby looked great, heartrate in the 140's. I'm convinced it's a boy, but didn't get a peek to see for sure. He wants me to have my big u/s within the next 2weeks, so I'll be finding out soon on the gender. Hubby still wants to leave it as a surprise but I'm too excited I want to know~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else new here, can't wait to see Canada's Next Top Model tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4537284460943598767?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4537284460943598767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4537284460943598767' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4537284460943598767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4537284460943598767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/had-my-ob-appointment-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2157881063096389002</id><published>2007-06-11T08:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T08:24:55.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I've signed up for facebook and am slightly hooked. It's new to me, so I'm sure the newness will die off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 15 weeks prego now, just waiting until I can feel this baby kicking. I have confirmed I don't feel anything but fat now. I have my next OB appointment on Wed. so I'll get to have an u/s then and get my big u/s booked. At least I think he'll book it because next time I see him I'll be 19 weeks and they generally want it done by 20. Oh who knows, it may be booked next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off work for a week, I'm so freakin' happy, I was ready to go out of my mind last week it was so crazy busy. Now while I'm home I've been cleaning walls and painting getting ready to see our place. Not much more has been done on the building the house, still waiting for a quote that meets our expectations. Only one quote back so far, 3 to go. Hopefully we'll hear soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little E's bday is the 21st of this month. I can't believe she's going to be 6~ Ack, where did the time go? It's amazing how fast they grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, must get ready for some playgroup time to meet with other mom's. This is the last one I can get to this year until Sept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2157881063096389002?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2157881063096389002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2157881063096389002' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2157881063096389002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2157881063096389002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-ive-signed-up-for-facebook-and-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6065389270929342555</id><published>2007-06-06T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:39:40.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to my GI specialist today, he wants me to stay on 10 mg of prednisone for the next 2 months then to taper off at an extremely slow rate, he's afraid we may need Imuran, well I'm afraid, I won't take that during pregnancy, so forget that idea. Anyway, all is ok here so far, I have good days and bad days with my crohn's. More good than bad so I'll go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from my son's teacher. He didn't actually grade this year because he nowhere near meets the minimum requirements of grade 1 but they are putting him in grade 2. He's going to be tested for learning disabilities on July 30 so hopefully they can identify something in order to help this child learn. It's a struggle and I just hope that there is something we can do to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teacher also went on to congratulate me on my newest upcoming addition. She laughed and laughed and said she had to tell me how he told her the news. As my boy is always giving this woman a laugh in class. Now picture this 7 yr old doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class he holds up his hand, and wiggles all 5 fingers on his hand. She says, Yes E what can I do for you, are you having some trouble with math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E says, Nope that's 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher- Yah that's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- wiggles fingers again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher- Yah, what's this supposed to mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- There's going to be 5 of us, (very sarcastically says) "she's having another one" and rolls the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I couldn't stop laughing. That kid is foolish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6065389270929342555?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6065389270929342555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6065389270929342555' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6065389270929342555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6065389270929342555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-to-my-gi-specialist-today-he-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-19903735674258842</id><published>2007-06-05T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:40:00.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the reason I hate blogger so much these days, is that I am rarely ever able to comment. The word verification comes on, then when I submit it, the page warning expired comes up. Numerous times I have tried to post comments on sites like &lt;a href="http://miraclebabyb.blogspot.com"&gt;Becky's&lt;/a&gt; and it continues to do this and I can't comment, then I get frustrated cause I lose my comment then I have no desire to try and repost. It's a viscious cycle, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lately I have been getting some nasty headaches, this is a fairly new symptom for me, and I'm telling ya, I don't like it. :( I have to work all this week and it's a killer especially with those neon hospital lights, oh they kill my head. Oh well what can I do? Take a tylenol and grin and bear it I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have an appointment with my GI, I'll let ya'll know how it goes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-19903735674258842?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/19903735674258842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=19903735674258842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/19903735674258842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/19903735674258842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-reason-i-hate-blogger-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2196223008750433428</id><published>2007-06-03T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:37:57.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm seriously considering moving to a wordpress account. Blogger hates me, and I'm beginning to hate blogger. The only thing I'd have to know is how to save all my old previous entries into a newer account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had the BBQ, I ate my face off, what a surprise! Nah not too bad, but I did stuff myself. Anyway it's all good once and awhile. My SIL was there with her 8 wk old baby, he was crying and wasn't settling at all, after about 10 minutes she yelped to her hubby and told him to come in the room, she was crying, frustrated and upset. He told her to go home and he'd watch the baby at the party. So home she went. What I found funny was when she came back 5 hrs later, and said, I'm just so tired, I haven't been getting any sleep, he's up a lot at night, I have 2 other children to care for, I just can't sleep when he does, I have housework, laundry, blah blah, I had to SEVERELY BITE MY TONGUE FROM YAPPING&lt; No shit, and remember when you dumped your 2 off to me to watch them for the day when I had a 2 wk old newborn not to mention 3 other children to care for so you could go TO THE SPA FOR 6 hrs! What the hell, get over it, suck it up, such is life, lots of people do it honey. YOU wanted this, You GOT HER! But alas, I said nothing, as I always do. Just sat back in amazement at her crying out her guts and thought what a pathetic creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my rant about her. We are on speaking terms, I just prefer not to speak to her, LOL. I do go to the family thingys, but like I said, all the better when she's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is getting super cute these days. At the BBQ she would go to the baby and point at him and say, Ahhh bebe, cute, and would say shhhhh. She was pretty gentle with him too. She did however get quite jealous when I was holding him and hubby was talking to him, she ran over to her dad and immediately wanted to be held. I'm not sure what she'll be like once the new baby comes, I remember with my middle 2 which are 17 mos apart, that wasn't a bad age difference at all, my son didn't bother at all with the baby, mind you I had to take her EVERYWHERE with me, like the bathroom and so on. I wouldn't leave her out of my sight, because you never know what he'd do, but it wasn't too bad, although this was 6 yrs ago! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2196223008750433428?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2196223008750433428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2196223008750433428' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2196223008750433428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2196223008750433428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-seriously-considering-moving-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-3610285339521381998</id><published>2007-06-02T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:41:24.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend we are having a big ol' BBQ for my father in law, he's moving away to work, so we're going to have a little party before he leaves. I'm making 2 types of pasta salads to have, one with feta cheese and grape tomatoes (blah, I hate feta cheese, hubby wants this one) and the other kind is a sweet tasting kind of cold pasta salad with macaroni and tomatoes and cucumber. Yum. We're also have a pig out of lobster. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached 14 weeks tomorrow! Yippee, so every damn site on early officially says that is the 2nd trimester. LOL. My baby is the size of the average fist, at this point. Grow baby grow!&lt;br /&gt;I actually seriously think I have felt the odd flutter now. I know I know, it's more than likely gas, but this is my 5th, I think it might be baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-3610285339521381998?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3610285339521381998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=3610285339521381998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3610285339521381998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3610285339521381998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-weekend-we-are-having-big-ol-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-9212476811843905231</id><published>2007-05-29T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:19.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RlyjSEOWBNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dLzzGQVavJU/s1600-h/PICT0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070106811279213778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RlyjSEOWBNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dLzzGQVavJU/s320/PICT0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah, it's official, I'm getting hugemongous. There I've said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-9212476811843905231?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9212476811843905231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=9212476811843905231' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/9212476811843905231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/9212476811843905231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/yah-its-official-im-getting-hugemongous.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RlyjSEOWBNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dLzzGQVavJU/s72-c/PICT0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-5269128661194023060</id><published>2007-05-28T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:29:09.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, the flu, that short lived flu that I thought we had, has a longer hang time than originally thought. A woke up vomiting 3 times last night and has quite the profuse diarrhea, she's not dehydrated so really there's nothing they would do with her, other than IV replacement in the event she needed it. Hopefully she'll be better ASAP, like tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, still nauseated, with gut wrenching cramping pains, yah, good ol' diarrhea. Gotta love this GI disturbance. It's really got to F**K O**! I'm beyond sick of this, I just want regular pregnancy whiny complaints, not this crap with it. My little E still hasn't gotten this flu yet, my son however is still sick with it, the diarrhea part only. Poor little fella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-5269128661194023060?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5269128661194023060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=5269128661194023060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5269128661194023060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5269128661194023060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/ugh-flu-that-short-lived-flu-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4854275739400884706</id><published>2007-05-27T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:50:42.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the get better wishes, it worked. I haven't thrown up since yesterday, thank GOD. I considered food poisoning but ruled it out when I discovered my oldest (who had slept at her grandmother's house and was no where near us when we ate out) ended up with the exact same thing. :( Anyway it was short lived, I seemed to be hit the hardest with it, but am definately on the mend. The baby is fine, she still has a bit of diarrhea but only once a day, she's definately not dehydrated. My son is fine, he is out playing right now, his appetite is the shits but it's never good. My hubby is better, just a headache and me, just tired. I feel as though I were hit by a truck. I booked off work today and tomorrow, I feel better, just not up to 12 hrs of heavy lifting and all that fun nurse stuff. I'll do my nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm officially 13 weeks now, some sites say I'm in my 2nd trimester. I just can't wait to feel this baby moving to reassure me that all is well in there. The one thing to keep my sanity is the doppler at work, I'll hear the heartbeat whenever I'm there. LOL. Only 2 more weeks till my next OB appointment to see the baby. Then we'll make the appointment for the 20 week u/s.  To see if A is getting a baby brother or sister. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4854275739400884706?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4854275739400884706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4854275739400884706' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4854275739400884706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4854275739400884706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-for-all-get-better-wishes-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-3901413342255358984</id><published>2007-05-26T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:46:03.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I could possibly be any sicker today.&lt;br /&gt;It started yesterday, A woke up vomiting but quickly recovered, then of course the diarrhea had hit her, which she still has. I'm just giving her liquids with some pedialyte and she seems pretty good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, we decide to go see Shrek the 3rd. Oh my, hubby took us out to Wendy's then to the show. OMG, not 20 minutes into the movie, I'm like, OMG, I'm going to be sick, off to the washroom I go and VOMIT PROFUSELY for about 15 minutes. Ack, I'll tell you this&lt; i'm never having fast food again, NEVER. So that's fine, puke puke and more puke. Feel a little better. Back to the seat I go. About 20 minutes again, it hits, I couldn't stop puking. Hubby finally got me and we left with the kids, the boy also got sick during the movie. We make it home, I proceed to vomit about every 20 minutes throughout the night, no dicelectin, no gravol NOTHING would work. Then the diarrhea hits. Of course, so I'm on the can, with bucket in tow and that's how I spent my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting a little bit of fluids into me, hence sitting upright at the moment. I must be getting better,  cause I usually lay around whining. Anyway, pray for me, if you are the praying type, cause I can't tolerate this much longer. I'm considering going to ER for IV fluids and some zofran. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-3901413342255358984?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3901413342255358984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=3901413342255358984' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3901413342255358984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/3901413342255358984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-think-i-could-possibly-be-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-4632380835557105514</id><published>2007-05-25T08:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:47:39.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long overdue interview questions brought to you by &lt;a href="http://wesnlani.wordpress.com"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt;  Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you discover blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Well it started last year when I went off work early with my pregnancy with A. I was searching the internet since I had a ton of free time, and found a pregnancy weekly site that was actually a message board. One girl had announced her recent pregnancy and had a link to her site. So I decided to read it. It was so interesting reading the accounts of how her and hubby had started trying to conceive, how it was months and months before they finally did testing and figured that he was infertile so they had decided on donor sperm, etc. I went through her diary of preconception to birth of her first son and second child. I had decided heck, what a better way than this to keep a diary so that's when I started the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your dream job?&lt;br /&gt;One in which I work 30 hrs a week and get paid for 75! ha, just kidding I do enjoy being a nurse but I would rather be in Labor delivery, NICU rather than Orthopedics, heck, maybe in a few years. For now it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Would you rather live the rest of your life at the ocean or on a mountain?Why?&lt;br /&gt;I would rather live next to an ocean, since I HATE bugs, ones that bite and make you itch, mosquitoe's black flys, etc. The ocean is pretty much free of them around here, so that's my choice. And not to mention it's beautiful and I could go swimming at any time that I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite childhood memory would be going away on business trips with my father. He was a pharmaceutical sales representative and would travel quite often, when we were children he would take us every so often, my brother and I would get to stay in the hotel and order room service and go swimming in the pool. I guess this is one of the most fondest  memories that I have growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;Aside from biting my nails I would say swearing. What an awful habit, but they just fly out of me when I get pissy. I must admit I do have a short temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the questions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-4632380835557105514?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4632380835557105514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=4632380835557105514' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4632380835557105514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/4632380835557105514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-overdue-interview-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2234962452660377153</id><published>2007-05-24T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:13:23.732-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I'm the biggest slack ass ever, so now it's time to do all the tags that I haven't gotten around to doing. This time i was tagged by &lt;a href="http://commanderclaudia.blogspot.com"&gt;Claudia&lt;/a&gt; I haven't done this one before so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://goodenoughblog.wordpress.com/"&gt;Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://hopeispower.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.elizasmom.com/"&gt;Elizasmom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://commanderclaudia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Claudia's Spaceship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://emmakirstensjounal.blogspot.com"&gt;Emmakirst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next select five people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if you've done this one. LOL. If you don't wanna do it, that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://transitiontofamily.blogspot.com"&gt;Mrs.G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://cameorole.wordpress.com"&gt;Heidi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://cameronscorner-nailgirl24.blogspot.com"&gt;Denise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://ooskerdoo.wordpress.com"&gt;Making A Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://legal_addictive_stimulants.blogspot.com"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24, 1997:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I don't know, I had just finished my first year of my business degree, I had a 1 yr old at that time and imagine I was just hanging out with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;br /&gt;May 24, 2006 I had posted about how a good friend of mine found out she was expecting twins, she was 20 weeks pregnant and had NO. IDEA. THERE. WERE. 2!  They are happy and healthy 8 month olds now, boy/girl twins, and bigger than my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five snacks you enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pretzels, I love em.&lt;br /&gt;2) Ice cream, chocolate and more chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;3) Peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich, I'm sure that's a meal in itself but I love it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;4) Oranges&lt;br /&gt;5) Pears I love a good juicy pear to snack on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs that you know all the lyrics to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) True colors- Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;2) More than words, Extreme&lt;br /&gt;3) All I wanna do- Sheryl crow&lt;br /&gt;4) The theme song to Franklin, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;5) and of course all theme songs to classic early 90 sitcoms, Growing pains, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay off our debts&lt;br /&gt;Build a really big house&lt;br /&gt;Get a pool&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;Plastic surgery for this battered body after all these kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I bite my nails and the skin on my fingers&lt;br /&gt;2) crack my knuckles&lt;br /&gt;3) swear, swear a lot&lt;br /&gt;4) get frustrated easily&lt;br /&gt;5) say "like" A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you like doing:&lt;br /&gt;1) Watching  a good movie with hubby&lt;br /&gt;2) spending time playing on the internet&lt;br /&gt;3) shopping&lt;br /&gt;4) eating, hence the 11 pound weight gain in 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;5) spending time with the kids, when they get along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you would never wear again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mini skirt&lt;br /&gt;2) Short shorts ( my first 2 are the same as your Claudia, they are a definite no-no~!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Bikini, hello my gut is unreal&lt;br /&gt;4) Tights or leggings, ew&lt;br /&gt;5) Tye dye clothing. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five favorite toys:&lt;br /&gt;1) my computer&lt;br /&gt;2) my mp3&lt;br /&gt;3) my bbq, because that's a life saver to cook with&lt;br /&gt;4) my xbox&lt;br /&gt;5) the gamecube, I love video games. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2234962452660377153?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2234962452660377153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2234962452660377153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2234962452660377153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2234962452660377153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-im-biggest-slack-ass-ever-so-now-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6668391662059791548</id><published>2007-05-23T08:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:30:05.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://canapesun.blogspot.com"&gt;Canape&lt;/a&gt; for this meme thingy with 10 things you don't know about me. I pretty much have said it all before but I'll give it a hook now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am ridiculously nervous of new things, especially meeting people. Crazy, I know, I'm a nurse, I meet new people CONSTANTLY, but it still makes me nervous, not to the point I can't function, but enough to give me that "butterfly" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I absolutely HATE leaving messages on machines. That too makes me uncomfortable, I'm getting better however since I have to tape morning report at work on a tape recorder, I cannot go anywhere near where the new staff are listening to hear myself, I cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am quite impatient. At pretty much everything, I hate waiting. I'm surprised I waited as long as I did to test for this pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I worry A lot!! I know it doesn't change anything, but I do worry about many things I cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I shower, I turn the handle RELIGIOUSLY 3 times to the left before I will leave the desired temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I had braces when I was in grade 6 until I was in grade 9, I also had glasses, big disgusting red ones. I finally got contacts when I was in grade 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I bite my nails and my fingers, and I actually enjoy to do this, yuck, I know but I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't really have many friends now, we all drifted apart after my wedding and subsequent children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have always wanted to be an accountant, the last thing I ever in my life thought I'd be is a nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Psychotic people scare the shit out of me, for example last night, this patient was quite combative, striking out and whatnot and all I wanted to do was run! We did get him settled with a good old shot of haldol but hell I was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag whoever wants to do this!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post a new belly pic soon, you will be SHOCKED!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6668391662059791548?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6668391662059791548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6668391662059791548' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6668391662059791548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6668391662059791548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-tagged-by-canape-for-this-meme.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1154660901351223474</id><published>2007-05-21T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:29:29.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, here's my 250th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else as disappointed as I was with the Grey's finale??? I mean, come on~ It was too predictable that Burke would leave Christina, cause we all thought that she would be the one to back down. I have mixed feelings about this show, I find I watch it now more out of habit rather than anything else. And why the hell can't Meredith and McDreamy just be happy and be together??!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of disappointed with who won America's Next Top Model too, I kind of wanted Renee to win but Jaslene was good too. Oh well, Canada's Model is starting up next week so I'll be sure to watch that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big congrats out to &lt;a href="http://canapesun.blogspot.com"&gt;Canape&lt;/a&gt;~ She had a wonderful birthday present for Guy this year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1154660901351223474?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1154660901351223474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1154660901351223474' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1154660901351223474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1154660901351223474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-heres-my-250th-post-is-anyone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-503568757004919936</id><published>2007-05-16T16:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:19.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rkte30OWBMI/AAAAAAAAABw/yTEaE26j7LM/s1600-h/11wk3daybaby5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065246518912877762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rkte30OWBMI/AAAAAAAAABw/yTEaE26j7LM/s320/11wk3daybaby5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another pic to add to my collection. Baby is looking at us in this pic. All looks great, Dr. is happy and will see me again in 4 weeks. I have gained, ok, I will tell you, 11 lbs in 4 weeks GASP~ I know, i near died, my explanation is the steriods, it does it all the time, LOLOLOL. I'm going to have to try and get this under control before it is out of control. I weigh 120lbs right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The appointment with the mortgage dude went great, we are pre-approved for our mortgage that we will need, even with the horrific student loans. I am so hyped, I can't wait to see it all come together, my oldest is super excited too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We met with a few contractors to get quotes on the house building, etc. so we should hear by next week. Then bring that back to the mortgage dude and away we get started with all legal jumbo and whatnot!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubby the ass fell over on his ankle yesterday and his foot is TERRIBLY bruised, right now the xray showed no break but we shall see. He's off work for the next week, I'm just praying it is ok by next week for him to go back. Anyway, that's it for now, gotta start supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-503568757004919936?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/503568757004919936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=503568757004919936' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/503568757004919936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/503568757004919936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-pic-to-add-to-my-collection.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/Rkte30OWBMI/AAAAAAAAABw/yTEaE26j7LM/s72-c/11wk3daybaby5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-9032731538884387323</id><published>2007-05-15T08:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:23:43.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we are going to see about our mortgage. It's more like a consult today, rather than the application process and whatnot. I think he's going to try and figure out what we need to pay off those little bills and see what he can do, hopefully he'll have something positive to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my next Dr. appointment tomorrow. I can't wait to see if everything is alright with little baby. I have been feeling fine lately, but forgot my diclectin last night and now I feel like vomiting this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl that works with me that was due Dec. 15 and just found out the other day she lost her baby. I feel awful for her, especially that I was due 2 weeks before her and they were trying for this one and then people look and say heck I have 4 already, I just know there are some heartless people that work on our unit and I can just imagine the comments they say. Then I found out another girl in the recovery room that was due around the same day as me lost her baby and my Dr. was expecting and she lost her baby. Jeez, I hope this doesn't keep spreading, well to me anyway~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-9032731538884387323?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9032731538884387323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=9032731538884387323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/9032731538884387323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/9032731538884387323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-we-are-going-to-see-about-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1233878774714481501</id><published>2007-05-11T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:20.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RkTzGkaJ1eI/AAAAAAAAABo/zP9nyyPRrv4/s1600-h/10wk4day+baby+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063439175249417698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RkTzGkaJ1eI/AAAAAAAAABo/zP9nyyPRrv4/s320/10wk4day+baby+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had called yesterday to find out about the u/s and my Dr. office never heard anything, so I called the hospital, since I was working and asked when the darn thing was to be scheduled. Appartently it was for May 9th and I was a "no show". I would have gone, had I been told! Anyway, I got pissy and said well you should notify people of appointments if you want them to go, so I said, I think I should have one today since you guys frigged up, and I got it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's head is at the top there, if you can't tell, looks kind of like a bear right there in the pic. My due date is Dec. 1. So I'm 11 weeks tomorrow. I have to update my ticker thingy, because I'm a slack ass and wish that were the correct date. The heartrate was beating along at 162. So all looks good, no subchorionic hematoma or sign of placenta previa (both have had in previous pregnancies). Now I get to see the baby again on Wed. at my next appointment. Can I just relax for a minute???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1233878774714481501?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1233878774714481501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1233878774714481501' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1233878774714481501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1233878774714481501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/heres-my-baby-i-had-called-yesterday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RkTzGkaJ1eI/AAAAAAAAABo/zP9nyyPRrv4/s72-c/10wk4day+baby+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-1559326814471164451</id><published>2007-05-09T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:20.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11 week picture'/><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RkJDWUaJ1dI/AAAAAAAAABg/CfwsPYy2XrA/s1600-h/pict0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062682981832447442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RkJDWUaJ1dI/AAAAAAAAABg/CfwsPYy2XrA/s320/pict0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 weeks, look at the size!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-1559326814471164451?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1559326814471164451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=1559326814471164451' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1559326814471164451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/1559326814471164451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTZghrXCW7E/RkJDWUaJ1dI/AAAAAAAAABg/CfwsPYy2XrA/s72-c/pict0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-5380828124267873826</id><published>2007-05-09T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:53:33.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally went to the hospital for my initial prenatal bloodwork, since my next Dr appointment is next Wednesday, that's plenty of time for the results to be in. So that's one thing overwith. Still no apopintment for the u/s. My guess is he'll schedule one in a hurry next week, when he calls it's usually within days. So that's it on the baby front. I actually think I feel the odd twinge, so I'm thinking I may be 2 weeks further along than thought. I really hope, but hell I don't know for sure, most likely it's gas. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now big news here, we've got our house plans and are going for a mortgage this week to see about building. Hubby went today (we had to renew our current mortgage) and the lady told us we should have no problem blah blah, so we're going to call with our info to see what we can get pre-approved for, I'm super excited, scared and everything.  Maybe a new house and baby for Christmas this year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-5380828124267873826?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5380828124267873826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=5380828124267873826' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5380828124267873826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/5380828124267873826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-finally-went-to-hospital-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-2389745619888955906</id><published>2007-05-07T08:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:22:17.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I worked a backshift last night and there was a patient that had to have an abdominal tap. So we called the internist on call and he came up to do the procedure, and brought along an ultrasound machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can guess all to well where this is going, a unit with 5 female nurses, of course we're going to go looking for the baby with the u/s machine!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the backroom we go, after about 2 minutes of searching I found my baby. And my how he's grown. You could see the bones in the head with the eye sockets and even the profile when he moved over, and no I didn't see if it's a he, I'm just assuming now with comparing to my other pregnancies. I saw the baby kick at one time and think I may have actually felt it at the same time, I'm sure it was wishful thinking on my part. Anyway, heartrate is around 140's. It was just so cool, if I had my way I would have kept the machine on our floor and had a look later in the night. So there's still a live little one in there :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-2389745619888955906?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2389745619888955906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=2389745619888955906' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2389745619888955906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/2389745619888955906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-worked-backshift-last-night-and-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-7288878832222865420</id><published>2007-05-05T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:19:00.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I have been eating like a horse. I swear, that's all I do, eat and eat again! This pregnancy is so much like when I was pregnant with my son it isn't even funny. I am totally 100% convinced that this baby is a boy, hopefully healthy and still alive. I always have that fear in the back of my head though, that won't let me completely enjoy this pregnancy, it still feels surreal to say, i'm due in November with my 5th. I'll believe it when the baby is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very impatiently waiting for my dating u/s that was booked on the 12th of April, it's almost a month later, I am sick of calling the office, she said she'll call me. I'm sure by the time it's booked I'll be almost 20wks. Still feeling great, the crohn's is under control the icky pressure feeling is still there but no different. My cervix is no lower, so I guess the standing isn't affecting it. I'll wait to see him, which is only 11 days away. I know i'll have an u/s then so only 11 more days to see the baby again. It feels like its' forever though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked the last few days, and going in agian tonight. Oh it was too cute, I had to put an NG tube in the man that had an AAA repair a few weeks ago, keeps ending up with an illeus, anyway, the last time someone put it in it took 6 trys, 6 different nurses, he was petrified to have me do this. I was on meds, but said I have a few minutes, I'll give it a try, and only once. Well I got that sucker in first try and it barely bothered him, everytime I see him he's all like, "there's the little one that's the best at doing this". He's too cute, poor fella, I hope he gets better and gets home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough babbling, gotta get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-7288878832222865420?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7288878832222865420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=7288878832222865420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7288878832222865420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/7288878832222865420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/lately-i-have-been-eating-like-horse.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-6281679130990237834</id><published>2007-05-02T07:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:47:42.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much new going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Nausea is pretty much gone, that or the diclectin I take every night before bed keeps it away. I'm just going to keep taking the pills for a bit, I hate being sick so that keeps me feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to pop. Hubby noticed it last night, he's like, wow, you are starting to get bigger. I was really hoping that I'd stay my same size for at least another 5 weeks. LOL. I can still fit in my jeans and everything, but they are getting too tight to comfortably fit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a major TMI question. About 2 yrs ago I went for my yearly pap test and was told that I had the beginning of a uterine prolapse. This was a resident who told me and no other Dr was there to confirm. Since then I had the baby and during that pap, my Dr. said nothing about it. Even 2 weeks ago when I saw my OB he never mentioned anything, but now my cervix feels low. I so don't remember this from my last pregnancy, but lately it feels like something is just going to "fall out" down "there". If you know what I mean. I am getting a little worried because my job I'm pretty much standing and lifting for 12 hrs a day! If there is a worry, this isn't exactly what I need to be doing right now. I don't see my Dr again until the 16th. I am a constant worrier, especially from last time. I just don't want to lose this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have nothing else much to post about. Hope all are well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited:&lt;br /&gt;I of course Dr. googled this phenomenon that I am currently worried about and it says that you can indeed have a successful pregnancy with a prolapse, I would think it would be the most mild, if at all, since I don't even have a confirmation of anything. All it says is that the uterus will move up over the pelvis when the uterus gets too big to stay in the pelvis, that's when it is better. I don't know, maybe the heavy feeling is the growing uterus, I'm confused and will see him soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-6281679130990237834?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6281679130990237834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=6281679130990237834' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6281679130990237834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/6281679130990237834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing-much-new-going-on-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067611.post-8334775794084150043</id><published>2007-04-29T08:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:58:02.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two days ago my oldest daughter turned 11. We got her a cake, but we had celebrated it a couple of weeks ago with a few of her friends over for a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I never posted before about her birth story, what better time than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on my 17th birthday that I had found out that I was pregnant. I never imagined in my life that I would have a baby at that age. Telling my parents was the hardest thing I had to do, surprisingly enough they were supportive, disappointed but willing to help me with whatever choice I wanted to make. Her father (whom I am NOT with) kept saying, "get rid of it" and other nasty comments like that. Once I knew I was pregnant, I knew I would keep the baby, even though I knew it would be hard, especially in school, grade 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy was awful, I was sick for 7 of the 9 months. Swelled up like a balloon at the end of it and was 2 weeks late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day before she was born, as I was getting ready to go to school, I had the lovely bloody show. I figured hell, I know it'll take time, but what other good reason to stay home, so I did. Labor started that night at around 8pm. I had contractions regularly throughout the night and about 4 am I went to the hospital. I was scheduled for an induction that morning if I didn't go in labor on my own so the nurses had the room booked for me. In I went. I was hooked up to the monitor and was checked, I was 5cm dilated. The nurse asked if I wanted pain meds and I did. So after I had demerol the labor slowed down. Great, so walk, walk  and walk. Around 9am things really didn't progress much so on the pitocin. About 20 minutes after this started, that's when the torture began. The contractions were actually non-stop, for 2 hrs. Well of course that's how it felt. I'm sure there were spaces but at that time, I didnt feel any break at all. I remember hearing the nurse saying, we have to stop this now, I took that as a bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they gave me med after med and eventually I just got exhausted after all of this. At this hospital there were no epidurals so I just had demerol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally was fully dilated and time to push, after 2 hrs of pushing the Dr decided to use the vacuum to assist the baby out. He put that on her head twice and it didn't work, popped off both times. Lovely, then I remember the biggest looking salad tongs on earth...... FORCEPS! Ack! He explained it and whatnot, and then in they went and as I pushed, he pushed apart ME to try and help the baby out. OUCHFUCKINGOUCH! She finally came out after 2 1/2 hrs of pushing, she was OP with a Brow presentation, google that and see what you find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told after the fact, I was lucky she's alive considering she was a vaginal birth. I had an episiotomy too and had asked how many stitches and the Dr. told me he lost count after 50. Nice, just what I needed at 17yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she weighed in at 7lbs 13oz. 22inches long. She was perfectly healthy with a lovely conehead. Good thing I had no postpartum because I would probably have freaked at sight of her head, with the blisters from the failed vacuum procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about 2 weeks old that when the colic started, she was colicky till she was 5 mos old. I would be up till 3 am each night walking the halls, my father and I would take turns as I studied for exams. How I made it through school and raising her I'll attribute to my parents help, I would never have done it without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a great kid, just had a rough start, and I'm so glad that I made the right decision almost 12 yrs ago. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21067611-8334775794084150043?l=emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8334775794084150043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21067611&amp;postID=8334775794084150043' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8334775794084150043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21067611/posts/default/8334775794084150043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmakirstensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-days-ago-my-oldest-daughter-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmakirst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
