tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57603473679370622892024-02-07T20:38:11.414-07:00The S Family AdventuresIvoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.comBlogger268125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-69252299118747198052013-08-06T13:01:00.001-06:002013-08-06T13:01:17.692-06:00Two!! My how time flies! It's hard to believe that Quinn is two today! <br />She is such a fun person. She loves trucks, trains, baby dolls, babies, animals, her family and friends, reading, and making people laugh. She likes to steal the show, which is hard with an older sister like Emma, but often she succeeds. She's smart and sneaking and definitely sassy! <br />We love you Quinn!! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/06/1132.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/06/s_1132.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/06/1133.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/06/s_1133.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/06/1134.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/06/s_1134.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/06/1135.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/06/s_1135.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/06/1136.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/06/s_1136.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='180' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/06/1137.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/06/s_1137.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-68180652877726566262012-11-17T11:29:00.001-07:002012-11-17T11:29:58.734-07:00World Prematurity Day! It’s been a year since I last blogged, and I’m not sure I’m ready to start again (life with 2 kids is busy yo!), but I’ve never missed a World Prematurity Awareness Day.<br />Join me as we honor the more than 1 million babies worldwide who died this year because they were born too soon, and the 14 million more who struggle to survive<br />It’s amazing to me how much my views on prematurity change every year. Well, maybe that’s not right – I’ll always think that it sucks, but I guess the way I deal with it becomes different. This past year I’ve realized that having a preemie has made me more aware of also having a term baby. I’m constantly amazed by Quinn and what it’s like to be a mother that isn’t constantly worrying about milestones and catching up. She seems so advanced to me, but then I realize that she’s just following the “normal” path. I have to say it’s MUCH easier to be a parent this time around.<br />My journey with Emma is not something that I’ll ever forget. It’s shaped who I am, both as a mother and a person, and honestly I think it’s shaped who Emma has become as well. Our experience is with me every day, and while I don’t dwell on it, I’m not sure there is a day that goes by that I don’t think about it. I’m lucky to have reached a spot where I can reflect on the positive moments during that time, while also thinking of the, much more numerous, scary/terrifying/depressing/anxious thoughts. Obviously if given the choice I would have opted to forgo anything to do with prematurity, but I understand now it was our path and am no longer angry about it. I do still get sad, or jealous, when I think about how it could have been, but for the most part I’m at peace.<br />It’s hard not to be when you look at how far she’s come.<br /> <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/11/17/1829.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/11/17/s_1829.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/11/17/1830.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/11/17/s_1830.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WIVFAid98g" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WIVFAid98g" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WIVFAid98g"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/_WIVFAid98g/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-18410366503595369842011-12-01T20:41:00.002-07:002011-12-01T20:52:23.407-07:00baking bread<div>Not to toot my own horn, but TOOT TOOT! I made this bread. Yep, baked it entirely from scratch (well I didn't mill my own flour). Isn't it gorgeous? You want to know what is even better? It was so easy. Seriously the easiest bread I've ever made. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcoxM_qtwchT7W9gGNxdp-mLBqfR6aJTonUpG4IrgoILkZHuSN-1NtrzWYuz5tO-wpTAn3DMk-ot4yvgMptr4km0DAA7qcDNe3mcAcgmSKGl610xL89JwXVXubW6YiJBEctuGJo7ppAUe2/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcoxM_qtwchT7W9gGNxdp-mLBqfR6aJTonUpG4IrgoILkZHuSN-1NtrzWYuz5tO-wpTAn3DMk-ot4yvgMptr4km0DAA7qcDNe3mcAcgmSKGl610xL89JwXVXubW6YiJBEctuGJo7ppAUe2/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681371297631581186" /></a>I'm pretty sure I'm the last person in the world to discover this recipe, but I'm going to share it anyway. It's the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/08/dining/081mrex.html">NY Times No Knead Bread</a> and it's pretty no fail. <div>Basically you mix:</div><div><br /></div><div>3 cups of flour</div><div>1/3 tsp active yeast (recipe calls for 1/4 tsp instant yeast)</div><div>1 1/4 tsp salt</div><div><br /></div><div>Then you stir in </div><div>1 5/8 cup water </div><div>and mix it all up and pop it in a bowl. The recipe says to let it rise for 18+ hours, but I started it super late and only let it rise for 4 (stuff does rise faster at a high altitude). When it gets all bubbly you know it's risen enough. Then you dust it with more flour, fold it like an envelope and pop it in a bowl to rise some more (I let it rise an hour). Preheat your oven AND your pan and then I baked it at 450 degrees for 30 minutes, then take the lid off and bake until it's nice and brown. </div><div>The key is baking it in a closed container. I used my le creuset - you want to make sure that whatever you use has a lid and can stand up to the high heat. </div><div>Voila! It was seriously the easiest thing I've ever baked and it tasted amazing!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-48645254413042729042011-11-25T18:52:00.001-07:002011-11-25T18:52:55.521-07:00Baby PuppetsWhen men play with babies <br /><br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbW330sw9r8" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbW330sw9r8" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbW330sw9r8"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/vbW330sw9r8/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p><br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEqKnNq94c4" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEqKnNq94c4" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEqKnNq94c4"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/rEqKnNq94c4/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-46152185490352460412011-11-17T00:36:00.001-07:002011-11-17T00:36:00.225-07:00Prematurity Awareness<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZi0Ukns3AtZ4dvV2pOYIOKRHfeK54R0nHtN1XwqZY_SyOdr8RFQmkBJ47RgNhzeRGj7FJEh_XTtkRpwEvLI_WoTW3TZMrnxenCck-5rrsOlPmsyDgRmpjcN_5ZDzZW6Uv3MYNgBJbuJCA/s400/Emma1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675780632688952018" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Today more than 1,400 babies in the United States (1 in 8) will be born prematurely. Many will be too small and too sick to go home. Instead, they face weeks or even months in the newborn intensive care unit (NICU). These babies face an increased risk of serious medical complications and death; however, most, eventually, will go home.</span><p style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">But what does the future hold for these babies? Many survivors grow up healthy; others aren't so lucky. Even the best of care cannot always spare a premature baby from lasting disabilities such as cerebral palsy; mental retardation and learning problems; chronic lung disease; and vision and hearing problems. Half of all neurological disabilities in children are related to premature birth.</p><p style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Although doctors have made tremendous advances in caring for babies born too small and too soon, we need to find out how to prevent preterm birth from happening in the first place. Despite decades of research, scientists have not yet developed effective ways to help prevent premature delivery.<br /><br />In fact, the rate of premature birth increased by more than 20 percent between 1990 and 2006. This trend and the dynamics underlying it underscore the critical importance and timeliness of the March of Dimes Prematurity Campaign. The rate fell to 12.3 percent in 2008 from 12.7 in 2007, a small but statistically significant decrease.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; ">We were one of the lucky ones. Our baby came home and has thrived despite her early and tumultuous beginning. Every day I'm reminded of the fear of having a high risk pregnancy and a baby born too soon. Even looking at my full-term miracle reminds me of how hard Emma fought and how lucky we are to have her.</span></span></p></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAIsfFbOBxozJFH7qD9vDxcvaQJt06iL_sYAPD4Nf4fpbtxHKSi_VF3j3VKfwkfPI_kuE3CuZqagxutkU1fBfcJ2AGCiC4Ovajv_pQeSjJV0xtI1DQfy6l7R1wfB_1dcXGiNe2tzrx6xc/s1600/birth_0042.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZi0Ukns3AtZ4dvV2pOYIOKRHfeK54R0nHtN1XwqZY_SyOdr8RFQmkBJ47RgNhzeRGj7FJEh_XTtkRpwEvLI_WoTW3TZMrnxenCck-5rrsOlPmsyDgRmpjcN_5ZDzZW6Uv3MYNgBJbuJCA/s1600/Emma1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAIsfFbOBxozJFH7qD9vDxcvaQJt06iL_sYAPD4Nf4fpbtxHKSi_VF3j3VKfwkfPI_kuE3CuZqagxutkU1fBfcJ2AGCiC4Ovajv_pQeSjJV0xtI1DQfy6l7R1wfB_1dcXGiNe2tzrx6xc/s1600/birth_0042.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipx3PLux-qeIeaRPjVaPE03Wcmz5VFI_ja-Pb8BwkvYHQHbO_iqi-DXFWZflwW6Fe4aSPBl-ewAsUzTwirJSDvDo6xviJWn7ViXSyUCWuxGiiycINilQe-EQoHDDcjKgJFqM-N3ZF3o0pO/s400/_MG_9834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675781167237796258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span></span></p></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-66821299132464600542011-11-06T19:22:00.001-07:002011-11-06T19:22:27.873-07:003 months!Quinn is a quarter year old today! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/06/4076.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/06/s_4076.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/06/4077.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/06/s_4077.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/06/4079.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/06/s_4079.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-35589164570641644602011-10-31T21:28:00.001-06:002011-10-31T21:28:53.099-06:00Happy Halloween!I didn't get a single picture of the girls together :( <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/31/4045.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/31/s_4045.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/31/4046.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/31/s_4046.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-74346056535835572572011-10-28T20:29:00.003-06:002011-10-28T20:38:27.307-06:003.5<div style="text-align: left;">Three has been a hard year, three and a half is REALLY hard. Our girl is full of sass and a whole lotta attitude. It snowed this week, we knew it was coming and Emma asked if she could stay up until it snowed. I told her no since I didn't know when it was going to actually start snowing. So instead of waiting up, she woke up early and sneaked out of the house with only a tank top, leggings and boots on. (random note... I keep using the word "snuck," which spell check tells me isn't really a word, but "sneaked" is, so that's why I'm using it) SHE SNEAKED OUT OF THE HOUSE!!! Thank goodness she went out the back door so none of the neighbors saw her and called the police. She then came upstairs and told me what she did.<div>I may not survive her teen years.</div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKn79Mh8RZxCro5bR7x_xhebNCEm6goq-RMZIrknEIoqe3DjVOddn_AJWoVEp3_funUTCa-QHjezLtneNnSOI_xkotBEDSivP5hyphenhyphenfSBgyXo5Z-2LZk2aU8iGePOqYKUSFIHmcd-hG31oQU/s1600/_MG_9875.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOP-vnUbnPTcMSVk7Q1FviGzPAn7HE_J1jnKfEzk74IIYEknF1SeDkihaMymRVRQ5vgWMMG76RMkiIVm4GJdCsUH7MwPpp7gVXF2icbkhEkFOQVrRnaUAh5JmsT9dnSWVSCq7DhNWSUCWc/s1600/_MG_9834.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOP-vnUbnPTcMSVk7Q1FviGzPAn7HE_J1jnKfEzk74IIYEknF1SeDkihaMymRVRQ5vgWMMG76RMkiIVm4GJdCsUH7MwPpp7gVXF2icbkhEkFOQVrRnaUAh5JmsT9dnSWVSCq7DhNWSUCWc/s400/_MG_9834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668737499675116930" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy__qkoYPDMOxRRerEcH_s6EqgwA8pLHLTE1I-3Bo8cM8v_HUsQkgfbDLyKHJYvUnwLK2Dqnqy-bSDP8_uiZOBIjhd45gBxtqYVu457nqwMEKFoW6YuqHqdRvuwx9Qg-V8We9_DQS378Gd/s1600/_MG_9821.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy__qkoYPDMOxRRerEcH_s6EqgwA8pLHLTE1I-3Bo8cM8v_HUsQkgfbDLyKHJYvUnwLK2Dqnqy-bSDP8_uiZOBIjhd45gBxtqYVu457nqwMEKFoW6YuqHqdRvuwx9Qg-V8We9_DQS378Gd/s400/_MG_9821.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668737491339454018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieH_hyT1oLlbKJu8YSCW4AjazpCMFI2VB7cleBpxevpR7qMwLQbOGG40V1YJGmjlz4J7iQEVMeU2W8nPb_DYK6UlbOdm_szyaUTOrUKHxfgPtE831uQ1ut7ylrTUCLeVWy3oatsMnAk_Q5/s1600/_MG_9816.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieH_hyT1oLlbKJu8YSCW4AjazpCMFI2VB7cleBpxevpR7qMwLQbOGG40V1YJGmjlz4J7iQEVMeU2W8nPb_DYK6UlbOdm_szyaUTOrUKHxfgPtE831uQ1ut7ylrTUCLeVWy3oatsMnAk_Q5/s400/_MG_9816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668737482599783762" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oGwnWtmiJwCQTvUy9Qc-eZxfA-GQFVms-n-8xP1vF2pBH-J07jMvivyO5ryAXIpMYFB7jPkoxrDxauMcJtzzhnOsCox9Q5BumwCJUdlVoJRm310Ml3yMDLSA8tnwtG1lXT3V2QU2JzfW/s1600/_MG_9807.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oGwnWtmiJwCQTvUy9Qc-eZxfA-GQFVms-n-8xP1vF2pBH-J07jMvivyO5ryAXIpMYFB7jPkoxrDxauMcJtzzhnOsCox9Q5BumwCJUdlVoJRm310Ml3yMDLSA8tnwtG1lXT3V2QU2JzfW/s400/_MG_9807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668737476092869362" /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;">and if this picture is any indication her father won't survive her teen years either </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><u><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKn79Mh8RZxCro5bR7x_xhebNCEm6goq-RMZIrknEIoqe3DjVOddn_AJWoVEp3_funUTCa-QHjezLtneNnSOI_xkotBEDSivP5hyphenhyphenfSBgyXo5Z-2LZk2aU8iGePOqYKUSFIHmcd-hG31oQU/s400/_MG_9875.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668737630314210754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></u></span><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-30426705561741326452011-10-27T20:07:00.001-06:002011-10-27T20:07:39.808-06:00Sisterly loveIn case you can't hear it, she says "I'm so happy that you're here. Mom wouldn't have had a baby without you." <br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwFT6q_3u1Y" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwFT6q_3u1Y" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwFT6q_3u1Y"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/BwFT6q_3u1Y/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAQPSAQNfME" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAQPSAQNfME" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAQPSAQNfME"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/LAQPSAQNfME/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-91799884550941419472011-10-16T16:17:00.003-06:002011-10-16T16:27:04.710-06:00Fall<div>We've been enjoying the gorgeous fall weather in Colorado and trying to pack as much fun into my last few weeks of maternity leave. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQB6vVWm4hGOEuJ94kV7SOkSN760n-H2Oe-XbFQJiMY1hZAfL5UTa_8wMNr7PKWF5A1rvgFOVPmTD7iNpSuCyuwFfhlfiwsm8Y9kRBcI9Y6ETFAPGW78-Kp_EWcd81VFYSdVJ1Cdkx4xR5/s400/_ESS5920.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664217982060863570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm interested to see how different the girls will be when they're older - right now they seem worlds apart, but I also know that a lot of that difference is their ages. </div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpW-IOVhQmzIqB7hixjLHTdYMF1iciEGVn7Koojd26v9wwrugBSRgEp3N5-O1NjDKc2mLcl_OFuEpA1xQqFj4jYzH86ONSC0crX1WGSV77L2w5k0aniVKsaiLfi6dFfEXlvHPaAu6nnyV/s400/_ESS5957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664217988544582946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This one is pure sass. You never know if you're going to get a smile</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DeBLbVh0FbT_-EeUxhIBEUIKyNkoiVPw5pP0PE2E0ue4NZyuGrEE2e3m4I88iU5JueWHJeTjJ-uO2tW32WWkQVs0mi7u66V479ogqLvahgDEgSkCZ24vNSvAocV7uYU1I9niG66wqEzo/s400/_ESS5939.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664217990744896098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">or a glare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqdLDVYGMYGhUAAfzesc7r28u_b92_IZn7n0ifiIaDSZk5_Z8xLXvnD0g4PvCoyKGq4EGurz5HcLOofLO6jgft-00Jwa9WbtxqAX_thJrXUYcoZNJkwsa5nU03GhN4XmSf4u0zAEuGxFf/s400/_ESS5665.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664218007133919890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">she rolls her eyes a lot, she might have learned that from me </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WQ_o3ozYXApTg5Oru_j1DPEvGxsYkbUzF0nnFO5zGRy890R3t8137OBTAhhC9nmsFDUgNjBkovcjk3dQO1StJoc8aK6gAZKyx_BbOOJMc7yplDhtonYaOTKQOWteaO05ebLEKQqSDsjm/s400/_ESS5889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664218329342785634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">but she's as fun as they come</span></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2ysLuKzYBWtLw-H49t0Kt0flGhDoDdDFnaaJeDmLNz7t5JeLnzKV3tQxetHbZgwJhhm3xzbFklaiXqRvGFD_p7gXgx77_86AdvUizaH5EMBXOjVow1CgeI80EExSzT-z6LyiXkieEWWk/s1600/_ESS5744.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2ysLuKzYBWtLw-H49t0Kt0flGhDoDdDFnaaJeDmLNz7t5JeLnzKV3tQxetHbZgwJhhm3xzbFklaiXqRvGFD_p7gXgx77_86AdvUizaH5EMBXOjVow1CgeI80EExSzT-z6LyiXkieEWWk/s400/_ESS5744.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664218331309895362" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;">and an awesome big sister!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WQ_o3ozYXApTg5Oru_j1DPEvGxsYkbUzF0nnFO5zGRy890R3t8137OBTAhhC9nmsFDUgNjBkovcjk3dQO1StJoc8aK6gAZKyx_BbOOJMc7yplDhtonYaOTKQOWteaO05ebLEKQqSDsjm/s1600/_ESS5889.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cjzO-FoDDNykZ-te-XtkMqsdhe4xC2Ea6PqS-_8SaMtQ1AYykp7mMRsykR-SvQTOia79Fn1Iqkk7XU0qp0-GRa4XiIXwlqYa8vfGxRpouOUbPXSoq6MtXPY54SKh4jXVUrzMaHFx1F2Q/s1600/_ESS5813.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cjzO-FoDDNykZ-te-XtkMqsdhe4xC2Ea6PqS-_8SaMtQ1AYykp7mMRsykR-SvQTOia79Fn1Iqkk7XU0qp0-GRa4XiIXwlqYa8vfGxRpouOUbPXSoq6MtXPY54SKh4jXVUrzMaHFx1F2Q/s400/_ESS5813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664218315109666226" /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;">This one is exploding with smiles</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9xPhpS7ywdzgKiQgSkhDBivl9tBBFA1Ul5ma4A2ZLtgPjbVeIUbocdASfaeD3ys-uvpIa4VelV9kwrAMjfZ7lStgS9WmMWOwNqtQNWRwQSaoQvDfdIFRcPo3MJYxcwi36QDNnvsVm9G7/s1600/_ESS5797.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9xPhpS7ywdzgKiQgSkhDBivl9tBBFA1Ul5ma4A2ZLtgPjbVeIUbocdASfaeD3ys-uvpIa4VelV9kwrAMjfZ7lStgS9WmMWOwNqtQNWRwQSaoQvDfdIFRcPo3MJYxcwi36QDNnvsVm9G7/s400/_ESS5797.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664218314623931778" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;">she's sweet and calm </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoEWH1kse2O7HVC8UPGGvdlo22JvlEucnB3fobUxnPEphb9rEIyO_cfDdMqdBS0v0Cx8ST-D6CwztLGuQgvaHzMXrLtmwq3zzo4q7V5zYo5hRBEOZY1rPUnRV2FSkIbdCjpig31xbBNt3/s1600/_ESS5670.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoEWH1kse2O7HVC8UPGGvdlo22JvlEucnB3fobUxnPEphb9rEIyO_cfDdMqdBS0v0Cx8ST-D6CwztLGuQgvaHzMXrLtmwq3zzo4q7V5zYo5hRBEOZY1rPUnRV2FSkIbdCjpig31xbBNt3/s400/_ESS5670.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664218310977502738" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;">she loves to just take it all in. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRM-ke5rVprgb9xtBV0F_PHlgMj19G6jwqF7qHdTbieGcojCuZcD-O0tcV7IDMpyy_90Tm0NK-eGJ0a6LKOuxlD5gD-XXThekJSPGoV8GgwQtyyvclAnAxQxzr8NH63F9u7amzvntI06MR/s1600/_ESS5855.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRM-ke5rVprgb9xtBV0F_PHlgMj19G6jwqF7qHdTbieGcojCuZcD-O0tcV7IDMpyy_90Tm0NK-eGJ0a6LKOuxlD5gD-XXThekJSPGoV8GgwQtyyvclAnAxQxzr8NH63F9u7amzvntI06MR/s400/_ESS5855.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664217985020899954" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;">She also has some scrumptious cheeks - I spend a lot of time nibbling on them! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQB6vVWm4hGOEuJ94kV7SOkSN760n-H2Oe-XbFQJiMY1hZAfL5UTa_8wMNr7PKWF5A1rvgFOVPmTD7iNpSuCyuwFfhlfiwsm8Y9kRBcI9Y6ETFAPGW78-Kp_EWcd81VFYSdVJ1Cdkx4xR5/s1600/_ESS5920.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /></span><div><br /></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-51930788175360120152011-09-29T08:56:00.001-06:002011-09-29T08:56:01.989-06:00Sisters<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/29/1619.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/29/s_1619.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />This morning Quinn was smiling at Emma and I commented to her how much Quinn loved her big sister. Emma replied "I know, that's why you went to the hospital to have her, so we could love each other!"<br />Yes it is :) <br /><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-43436334581420989462011-09-26T17:20:00.001-06:002011-09-26T17:20:04.780-06:00SmileI finally managed to catch Quinn's smile on camera! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/26/3475.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/26/s_3475.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/26/3476.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/26/s_3476.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-65674894721461223052011-09-14T20:48:00.002-06:002011-09-14T20:48:00.479-06:00birth storyIn case anyone is interested in the details of how it all went down. A small note - I went into this with basically no "birth plan." My only goals were to have a healthy baby with Jamie in attendance. I didn't know if I wanted drugs or not, there wasn't special music I wanted played. I had no "wants" other than to just have a baby and not only did the experience meet my expectations, it greatly surpassed them. It went as well as I ever could have hoped and I truly loved my delivery. <div><p class="MsoNormal">We were told to call the hospital at 6:30pm on Friday night to be told when we could be admitted. When I called the nurse told me that I was 3<sup>rd</sup> of 3 inductions and they were pretty busy and didn’t know when they would fit me in, but if I hadn’t heard from them by 9 to call them. I was bummed, but also knew that I didn’t have any control over it. We went home to watch a movie, but the phone rang at 7:30 and they called to let me know that I could come in!! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">We checked in and got “comfortable” in our room. My nurse started the first round of cytotec (teeny tiny pill) at 9pm and I was 1cm and my cervix was pretty far back. A friend brought pinkberry for us and I didn’t even ask the nurse if I could have it, I just dug in. Turns out I wasn’t supposed to be eating, but she looked the other way and let me enjoy it. They gave me morphine to help me sleep, which was nice because the L&D beds are not for sleeping. I got another dose of cytotec at 1am, and I was still 1cm and far back, then another at 5am, still 1cm. At this point I was pretty discouraged and felt like I made a horrible decision to be induced and that my body just wasn’t ready for it. I went back to sleep and at 7:30 the nurse came in and told me to eat breakfast and take a shower and then my doctor would be there for the day. My doc came in and was super excited and chipper, the exact opposite of how I was feeling. She checked me again and I was 2-3cm and my bag of water was bulging. She had me finish eating and shower and said she’d be back to break my water. At 9:30 she came back, quickly broke my water and I got up to start walking. We made it down the hall okay, but about 15 minutes later the contractions were so bad I could barely breathe and we turned around to come back to the room. By the time we got back to the room I couldn’t even breathe through them and I felt like I was dying. I tried bouncing on the ball and it didn’t help. I got in the tub and it didn’t help either so I told the nurse I was ready for my epidural. She hooked me up to IV fluids and took her sweet time calling anesthesiology. I was on my back in the tub and was losing it. My contractions were so painful and close together that I couldn’t even remember how to breathe, my head totally was gone. I kept asking Jamie where the anesthesiologist was because it was taking so long. We finally got me out of the tub and into the bed and I was a mess. I was wet and hot and thrashing around the bed like a possessed woman. I have never felt such pain, it was so horrible. The only comfortable position was curled on my side and my nurse wanted me on my back to monitor the baby. I’m pretty sure that the words that came out of my mouth weren’t nice. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">At 12pm anesthesiology finally got there and got my epi in. I was MUCH happier. I think I told the doctor that I love him <span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span>J</span></span> They checked me again and I was 5cm. The doc left and I promptly fell asleep. I dozed on off for a while and we got kind of bored so we decided to start a movie. The nurse came in at 1:30 and decided to check me again – I was 10cm! It only took me 1.5 hours to go from 5-10! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I started pushing a little after 2, my doctor came around 2:30 and things got more serious. It was kind of surreal. With Emma’s birth there were so many people in the delivery room and people walking in and out – it wasn’t peaceful at all. With Quinn there were only ever 2-4 people (besides myself) in there and everyone was focused on me, it was quiet and really lovely. Everyone kept commenting on how much hair the baby had and between contractions my nurse and doctor were playing with it, it was kind of funny. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">After about an hour of pushing and her not getting past my pelvic bone I was once again very frustrated and kept asking at what point do they decide I can’t do it and a c/s is in order. My nurse told me that she was in my pelvic cavity and was coming out vaginally regardless, so I better just get her out.<span> </span>I think enough of my epi finally wore off and pushing clicked and we made some progress. She came past my pelvic bone and her head came out. At this point my urge to push was lasting between contractions so I kept pushing even though my body wasn’t contracting. My doctor was wearing reflective glasses and I was actually able to see most of the delivery reflected back at me. I continued to push and my doctor asked me to stop. I waited a second and she told me to laugh really hard – I did, and out Quinn came – I “laughed” my baby out. She went right onto my chest , it was amazing. Everyone was crying and I was laughing too and it was the best feeling I could possibly imagine. <span> </span>So different than Emma’s birth and everything I could have hoped for and more. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">When she came out everyone commented on how big she was – my doctor guessed 8+ pounds, but she weighed in at 6lbs 15oz. I only tore a tiny bit, which was great.<span> </span>Jamie did an awesome job and was right there in the thick of it. He kept looking at her being born and kind of freaking out, but would never stop looking. It was so peaceful and perfect and I really couldn’t have asked for a better delivery. My doctor, nurse and Jamie really went above and beyond to make sure that it was happy and positive and I’m really thankful for that <span style="font-family: Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span>J</span></span> </p></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-35855513107490871862011-09-12T20:41:00.004-06:002011-09-12T20:48:25.249-06:00whoosh!<div>It's like I blinked my eyes and a month passed. Holy cow, having 2 kids is a lot of work!<div>The girls are doing great. Quinn grows every day and it's bittersweet to watch. Emma is a marvelous big sister, she's a natural! Every time Quinn cries, Emma offers her a pacifier or sings to her - "don't worry, sister is right here..." and calms her right down. The sleep isn't great, but we're definitely enjoying life as a family of 4.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJW2IEb53hPD8wPpVGffYXJN5jcL0wyvti1UyTYEZjZw2YtJvblhAJDNgXIQnAGLlty6gEhVXxi4Bf-pt-ubti5kOd9AoptYCQX8Qg3udeQ2NKN0oYCwu4e62ajzO69T3V5Bf5jDc2at-J/s1600/_MG_3752.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJW2IEb53hPD8wPpVGffYXJN5jcL0wyvti1UyTYEZjZw2YtJvblhAJDNgXIQnAGLlty6gEhVXxi4Bf-pt-ubti5kOd9AoptYCQX8Qg3udeQ2NKN0oYCwu4e62ajzO69T3V5Bf5jDc2at-J/s400/_MG_3752.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651670009165950658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2dlTBCnp4x-8lnyeSs04qw0HDiN29I0jPCN1Xsqyu9FyqK6F9AcOlr6U4GIxiJ99rIvm_tDKRIVwLOMqTZ4738asIwONRXIs-LEXxTaSZlG-TVxKPKBVAi4W8ouybb78hIPCwfxed4fC/s1600/_MG_3118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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She joined us yesterday, August 6, 2011, at 3:25pm. She weighs 6lbs 15oz and is 19.75 inches tall. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/07/1989.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/07/s_1989.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-45098365666110753152011-07-31T19:16:00.002-06:002011-07-31T19:38:55.945-06:00That's my daughter<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Daughter - Loudon Wainwright III</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><i>Everything she sees</i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">she says she wants.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Everything she wants</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">I see she gets.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">That's my daughter in the water</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">everything she owns I bought her</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Everything she owns.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">That's my daughter in the water,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">everything she knows I taught her.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Everything she knows.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Everything I say</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">she takes to heart.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Everything she takes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">she takes apart.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">That's my daughter in the water</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">every time she fell I caught her.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Every time she fell.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">That's my daughter in the water,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><a href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/Loudon%20Wainwright%20III.html" title="Loudon Wainwright III lyrics" style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(79, 79, 79); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Tahoma; text-decoration: none; "><span style="font-size: 5px; ">Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com</span> </a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">I lost every time I fought her.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Yea, I lost every time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Every time she blinks</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">she strikes somebody blind.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Everything she thinks</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">blows her tiny mind.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">That's my daughter in the water,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">who'd have ever thought her?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Who'd have ever thought?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">That's my daughter in the water,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">I lost everytime I fought her</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Yea, I lost every time.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Jamie and I have been singing this song a lot lately - it definitely rings true at our house. It's amazing to me that in just a short while we'll have TWO daughters. As the end draws near it's becoming so real. I alternate between being so excited to meet our new little girl and having an absolute freak out at the thought of having a newborn. I am ready for her to join our family and to start working toward our new version of normal, but at the same time I worry as well. I worry about Emma and how she'll handle this. Thinking about her losing her only child status makes me cry - I know she's going to be an amazing big sister, but I know that it's a big change and I worry about her. I worry that I have no idea what to do with a newborn - Emma came home on a schedule and even though she had many newborn tendencies, it wasn't the same. There was no constant feeding, no umbilical cord cleaning, no changing diapers 40 times a day, no physical recovery for me while trying to care for a baby. It scares me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >But I'm so excited to have a new addition to our family one - a tiny, scrunchy, soft little one. I'm excited to have my body back - to be able to sleep on my stomach and get out of bed without grunting, to be able to wear shoes again. To say I'm uncomfortable is an understatement, but the end is in sight and I'm both embracing it and have my heels in the sand trying to stop it from happening. </span></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-67593563760763006752011-07-20T19:57:00.001-06:002011-07-20T19:57:45.504-06:00HoardersEmma could most definitely be classified as a hoarder - she just collect things as she goes and refuses to get rid of them. <br />Tonight I took a picture of her in bed - this is actually pretty light compared to some nights. There are no boxes or larger toys or measuring sticks. Just animals and blankets mostly. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/20/4673.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/20/s_4673.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/20/4674.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/20/s_4674.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-40369835914347570812011-07-18T07:09:00.001-06:002011-07-18T07:09:11.986-06:00This is what full term looks like!I'M FULL TERM!!!!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/18/976.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/18/s_976.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I woke up this morning with a giant smile on my face and then promptly burst into tears. I feel so lucky to have made it this far, and I know that it is luck, not anything I did differently this time around. <br />At my appointment last week the girl was estimated to weigh 6lbs 2oz - over twice what Emma weighed and almost a pound more than she weighed when she came home from the hospital at 37 weeks. I had been feeling pretty good, but I overdid it yesterday and am paying for it today, but it's my own fault. <br />Can't believe we'll be meeting our baby girl in the next 3 weeks!! <br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-81933411954810777902011-07-14T20:08:00.004-06:002011-07-14T20:38:39.034-06:00Can't keep up<div>You'd think that with all the sitting around on my bum I do that I'd be able to blog, but darn it's hard!<div>I'm quickly approaching full-term, which is beyond awesome. I feel pretty good today (it varies), though my head is spinning when I think that baby girl will be here with us in less than a month!</div><div><br /></div><div>Jamie took Emma camping a couple weeks ago (no, I did not go - I don't love to sleep on the ground and I certainly wasn't going to do it while very pregnant), and captured some great moments.</div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nzlOv5Nn2dwCYQJjICOGDN6hZMzN44_E8fOut_wIUojsXpolJ1etEXWLRDV5Vs7NACseKCyB16AG7EQwim6wgRsVmBaVopytp3WwrHqKiBjMFyWbCafKsZc0E8Uos_1IMlPB4pOYWRpB/s1600/_MG_7727.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nzlOv5Nn2dwCYQJjICOGDN6hZMzN44_E8fOut_wIUojsXpolJ1etEXWLRDV5Vs7NACseKCyB16AG7EQwim6wgRsVmBaVopytp3WwrHqKiBjMFyWbCafKsZc0E8Uos_1IMlPB4pOYWRpB/s400/_MG_7727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629402672861294274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgzjdQcv6Jur8SuiczleIV6wMgZqT5mIG7MxDlzR77Lhre7W55u2UcpIDw2lx0NV83wpvgzMPOmDQD714lV_CJGkl4_efId0wYchcX9bg1SstoaFwfGv21z-_ZJ3TUKyKWa8RL8wFqdMGu/s1600/_49A9010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiken1rOvasMTD_bO_Rt-Hk1C01tdFYwUsHdyFQsUwnJT6qZqldJjhlTEUeJ70yO682o-yfIogQHuIw2BHAlnzaZ1wajBWQVGEqJjw5AVR66N1vXOsiveXR55FE8WYBUpWEbMZsqW_8lg_y/s400/_49A8928.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629402391121180242" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-72518381788566183062011-06-28T07:01:00.001-06:002011-06-28T07:01:59.755-06:00PrayersA friend I know from my online preemie community lost her son last night. <br /><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://fromaspeck.wordpress.com/">Sam's Story </a><br /><br />Sam was an amazing little boy and an inspiration to everyone who knew his story. If you could keep his parents and brother in your thoughts right now I would truly appreciate it, no one should feel the pain the are experiencing right now. <br /><br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-73471439902804778832011-06-26T20:56:00.004-06:002011-06-26T21:38:42.081-06:00discomfort<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4q3_DYS1aEwha7iLYCODvRKq2Sozp91t_EwxS8xM7KbjNubl8pxZv0V-6odAslzM_Ed4v-jN3ln_GHhnasttQBV6nJq8qK8T8LYO-GwOGD2uiLgkahJqT8SPHsJGEw2ZvqwJ_DmZSBMl0/s1600/34w.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>How uncomfortable I feel is still difficult for me to talk about "out loud." I obviously brought this on myself and am very happy to be pregnant, especially this pregnant, that I do feel bad complaining when I know that the flip side is that I'm not pregnant right now. But I'm pretty uncomfortable. <div>I'd been told many times that the last 6 weeks suck and then the last 3 weeks suck even more, and I am definitely starting to feel it (6 weeks left tomorrow!!). It's HOT here. Tonight at 7pm it was still 90* and that is just too hot. This morning we hit the farmers' market at 9am to "beat the heat", and by 9:45 I was wiped. And I know it's just going to get worse. My body hurts in places that I didn't really know existed. Baby girl has decided that she loves to shove her hand in the crease between my leg and stomach, even though there isn't really room for it there and when I'm sitting that hurts. Her movements are definitely different now, it's so weird to watch her move around in there, because we can see a lot of it. My stomach is off to the side, almost under my arm and when it growls, that is really weird. Also it can only hold about an english muffin before I'm too full and food starts to come back up. My back is killing me, my feet are swelling and did I mention how hot it is? </div><div>Don't get me wrong, I am very VERY glad to still be pregnant and I will take whatever discomfort is thrown my way because I know what the alternative is, but I guess I didn't really expect to feel this way. I don't think I ever truly believed that I would still be pregnant at this point and when people talked to me about how uncomfortable things were at the end I blew them off because they were "lucky" to still be pregnant and I didn't want to hear them complain. And now it's my turn to b!tch about the end and it feels pretty good :) </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4q3_DYS1aEwha7iLYCODvRKq2Sozp91t_EwxS8xM7KbjNubl8pxZv0V-6odAslzM_Ed4v-jN3ln_GHhnasttQBV6nJq8qK8T8LYO-GwOGD2uiLgkahJqT8SPHsJGEw2ZvqwJ_DmZSBMl0/s400/34w.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622732651615101778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And a small video of Emma telling the baby a story :) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ed81228cUbg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-6990779726911441772011-06-13T10:37:00.001-06:002011-06-13T10:37:40.500-06:0032 weeks!!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/13/1987.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/13/s_1987.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Less than 2 months to go! For some reason 32 weeks seems very pregnant to me. I’m not sure if it’s because it was our next milestone with Emma, that obviously never was met, or if there is another reason, but 32 weeks is the real deal!<br />I’m feeling pretty good, sleep has become an issue because my hip and shoulder start hurting after laying on them for about 30 seconds, but there isn’t really another way to lay so I guess the pain will stick around for a while. Baby girl is definitely calmer than Emma so far, which is kind of nice and I hope continues, she moves but nothing like Emma did. Jamie and I were able to feel her heartbeat through my skin the other night which was so weird and awesome and she has the hiccups pretty frequently these days (Emma did too around that age). My appointment and ultrasound isn’t until Thursday this week, so hopefully I’ll have pictures of her to share then.<br />And since I haven’t shared an Emma story in a while -<br />Last night at the dinner table I was showing Jamie where I thought various parts of the baby were positioned. Emma asked some questions about it and so I was telling her a story about how she used to push her butt up against my belly button and wiggle it around. Then she proceeds to tell me that she used to cry in my belly because she didn't like it in there and wanted out so the reason she was wiggling her butt around was because she was trying to push her way out of my stomach so she could be free. <br />Jamie and I were SHOCKED! While we are very honest with her about her rocky start, we've never really made mention of her coming early (we mainly just discuss the NICU like it's a normal thing all kids need at this point) and I've never told her that mommy's body wasn't a good place for her so she had no choice but to come early (I firmly believe she realized my body was failing her and "kicked" her way out before she was in distress). <br />It was just so crazy to hear her verbalize things that I've thought but have never discussed with her.<br />Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-26686861758898375852011-05-31T19:39:00.003-06:002011-05-31T19:44:03.760-06:0030 weeks!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6XqVBEhxtLZ3CAZMVqD3WuPNltmoWgS32aZBGwQfo6-yvF-CJkCxelH_lmshfCw4mYvUXeT5PmgUaFOulW1tchqaK09xWfAfvinFcKKJJCqlcR0F3_xScX2jYw6xFBRMIXiQeFDbZn1y/s1600/30w+1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>This weekend was a huge milestone for me, I'm officially more pregnant than I've ever been! It was pretty emotional, I kept thinking back to what I was doing at each time of the day when Emma was born, but it feels so good to be past it. It was such a mental block for me and I really have noticed a change in my outlook since passing it. <div>I actually feel really good. I've been uncomfortable the last month, but I think it just took me a while to get used to the extra weight and my new center of gravity - it's different this time around since I'm standing up :) I mean I'm not running any marathons, and I definitely have aches and pains (oh my back!), but I'm getting used to it I think. </div><div>I still have a long way to go until the next milestone (7 weeks to full-term!), but I'm thankful for each and every day I'm still pregnant. And I'm beginning to feel like full-term is very realistic, not a pipe dream :) I don't know, it's just different now I guess and it feels pretty nice. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6XqVBEhxtLZ3CAZMVqD3WuPNltmoWgS32aZBGwQfo6-yvF-CJkCxelH_lmshfCw4mYvUXeT5PmgUaFOulW1tchqaK09xWfAfvinFcKKJJCqlcR0F3_xScX2jYw6xFBRMIXiQeFDbZn1y/s400/30w+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613060992927799426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">My belly is BIG, but I'll take it :) </span></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760347367937062289.post-14290280602393423892011-05-16T00:36:00.001-06:002011-05-16T00:36:00.067-06:0028 weeks!!<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I'm 28 weeks and still standing! I had some pain and cramping on Friday which earned me yet another trip to labor and delivery. I deliberately called before the office closed thinking I could just go in and get checked out, but my doctor wasn't there and they spoke to the midwife who was on call both times I abrupted and she suggested I head to L&D. I think I scare her a little bit. But baby was good, I wasn't having contractions and my cervix is still long and closed. I appreciate that they are cautious with me, I just wish it didn't involve the hospital every time. Their "official" response was "well, this is about as pregnant as you've ever been, so this could be how your body reacts." The next couple months should be a joy then. <div>Other than that I'm feeling okay. It definitely takes some time to get used to carrying around this bowling bowl in front. I can tell my body isn't loving the changes so much, my back is killing me, but I know it's better than the alternative. I'm VERY happy to still be pregnant and standing, it just huts a bit. </div><div>I feel huge, so I pulled up a picture from the same gestation with Emma to see how I was comparing and yeah, I'm quite a bit bigger! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBUD7F22Ao-qzIWvpHmG3BDsuFljdEOt8tQ7kmAQ46YM3u6FHNUNLe6K5hySZU4ZxqzqX1qhFaY7QbP4eo45xfou3c4x3dH7dvO9ubHq7xKvRhyRfMdP1Z8CI6zuPrUN-cyhLM0mUzbxwB/s400/28w+comparison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607015623390233202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">27w with Emma on the left, #2 on the right. #2 also feels a lot lower, but you can't really tell that from the photos. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0OZxwriIgcGgBB59btM6uWHxPVxAYlqeHFiTHtEG7Kic-KnYt7rWeXEsBb91wKCzNLib-i_TTtTfrN3UAWnPZvtyNiXcZU-yCaQ5tq52QGP7OrgcGOLnYV1wv-qgtLS9grKPPxJjNk3gR/s400/_MG_8632.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607016186333512418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">giant belly! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbz-1lzBBz0bvjkYn-oX6DMupExgF_smmLH3kn6wkNoDfWp1VpgkDFyMD8ZsEMCy8wGZy5v26YnsMqF285Aj9GKwpH0Sop7f_WY2DmnMth-OGkwddUZ0KSce6763OFW5o2w6n14hYQ9Jw/s400/_MG_8657.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607015636686594210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpm_yAskoP6hAagsObXF-AXmWd9ARNhsWF0yr92ha0R9HZEx26EzAxFRGwsPYtyAzZjwV-T3Y3cjBE0AE2jUeTk4LMpZivQZQfLtO3NTllZQDCeudIc8gYkWaSilqsCDHWJdsyxO8g7BMI/s400/_MG_8687.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607015629716740370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM8UALQ4HiWLrLXjsS6_CffbZqhlk-nHSXK944MeJ-CNlcLPPONn9cNQUEGayml0BwB2fGdyj5unBEc7XzMb-43kaVASHF0qu71CsHTu4is7SZosehK_kAOkD-5_UtqEHtklWIf0q7rWgg/s400/_MG_8646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607015625334082322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Emma having some fun with her sister - she's ready for her to come out and play, but we've explained she can't come out until summer is almost over. I also don't think she completely understands that baby sister won't be playing much when she's born. </span></span></span></div>Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03434821511867017408noreply@blogger.com5