<?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-2143527874345399650</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:51:37.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about making munchkins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-7573950206099351586</id><published>2009-09-11T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:47:13.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Apt</title><content type='html'>We went to the Dr. yesterday and all is well.  We are up 16 lbs and all vitals are good.  They measured my belly and said it should be growing about a cm/week.  Then they said it was 27cm....not the 25 it should be.  I have been saying all along the 19th is not my due date but nobody believes me...hhhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time they will be checking for gestational diabetes, my thyroid and we get to see the baby again! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-7573950206099351586?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/7573950206099351586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/09/dr-apt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/7573950206099351586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/7573950206099351586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/09/dr-apt.html' title='Dr. Apt'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-3543834970554199688</id><published>2009-09-03T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:00:07.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters for her name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/Sp_1yevcq6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/u-bpWIPYMi0/s1600-h/IMG00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/Sp_1yevcq6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/u-bpWIPYMi0/s320/IMG00198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377286727698000802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew those little bugs on all by myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-3543834970554199688?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/3543834970554199688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/09/letters-for-her-name.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/3543834970554199688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/3543834970554199688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/09/letters-for-her-name.html' title='Letters for her name'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/Sp_1yevcq6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/u-bpWIPYMi0/s72-c/IMG00198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-391409964197427311</id><published>2009-09-02T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:33:07.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Kicking</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned I LOVE feeling her kicking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-391409964197427311?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/391409964197427311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-kicking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/391409964197427311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/391409964197427311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-kicking.html' title='More Kicking'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-6210846179219018911</id><published>2009-08-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:54:14.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About my "playpen"</title><content type='html'>So...today was one of the first days I really felt a LOT of movement.  So much so that I thought our little one was either using my uterus as a bounce house or trying out for some Olympic team.  When Seth got home he was able to watch my stomach instead of feel it and see it move.  It definitely feels weird but I am so much more relaxed knowing that I can feel her all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-6210846179219018911?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/6210846179219018911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-my-playpen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/6210846179219018911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/6210846179219018911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-my-playpen.html' title='About my &quot;playpen&quot;'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-6400756484174091632</id><published>2009-08-24T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:49:38.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sonogram Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SpMmI6qp9KI/AAAAAAAAACA/b0JkM4J02I0/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SpMmI6qp9KI/AAAAAAAAACA/b0JkM4J02I0/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373680715012109474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pics from our last Doc apt.&lt;br /&gt;One is a frontal shot (super creepy) and the other is a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SpMmQsPUpCI/AAAAAAAAACI/t4paYH_TTxU/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SpMmQsPUpCI/AAAAAAAAACI/t4paYH_TTxU/s320/scan0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373680848578323490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice profile. &lt;br /&gt;These are from 7/24/09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-6400756484174091632?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/6400756484174091632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-sonogram-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/6400756484174091632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/6400756484174091632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-sonogram-pics.html' title='New Sonogram Pics'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SpMmI6qp9KI/AAAAAAAAACA/b0JkM4J02I0/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-6043560083402968920</id><published>2009-08-24T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:43:29.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking</title><content type='html'>This whole pregnancy has become very real because our little one is kicking like crazy.  We recently finished our registry and purchased a "baby listener" which lets us listen the the baby's heartbeat and her kicking.  It has calmed me down so much!  We listen to her every night.  I was constantly nervous before this even with the doctors telling me everything is okay.  I am also feeling much better at this time.  We have reached the beginning of 6 months and I have only gained 8 lbs.  My blood pressure is up  (for me) 120/50, but I also have had a 20% blood volume increase so I think that would be appropriate.   I still don't know if I want to do this again any time soon, but I am happy right now and love feeling her kick!  Seth has been able to feel and see the baby kick and has even been kicked in the ear when he rested his head on my belly.  Life is moving along and Seth and I seem to be getting closer than ever!  Who knew that was even possible?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-6043560083402968920?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/6043560083402968920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/08/kicking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/6043560083402968920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/6043560083402968920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/08/kicking.html' title='Kicking'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-1352907015000016770</id><published>2009-06-21T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:29:57.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pickle Story</title><content type='html'>Pickles have always been a staple in the house so pregnancy really has nothing to do with this part of it.  I happen to like a specific kind of pickles though.  They are called BA-TAMPTE Half Sour Pickles.  Now...these can only be found in the refrigerated section of a food store and only have a "shelf" span of about 3 months.  So I have constantly been eating these pickles.  One night I ran out so i figured I would just grab some on the way home from school the next day.  I could not find them anywhere.  I actually stopped at 8 different grocery stores looking for them because I could not go home without them. Seth called me at some point in my trip to ask me to bring ice cream home.....did I mention I was pregnant and my husband now has me in a food store getting pickles AND icecream...yeah...you see where thats going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...I am on the phone with my grandmother this whole time and she is just hysterical laughing everytime i tell her I am in another food store.  I finally went to the last food store I knew of (I was kind of working my way home so the last one was near the house...mind you this was after 2 hours of grocery store hopping) to find that there was a big empty space where MY pickles belong...i seriously almost cried.  I went and spoke to the manager and asked if he could check the back.  He smiled and said he would.  As soon as I saw him coming without the pickles I was very upset.  He said they would be receiving a shipment in 4 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 DAYS!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not a happy camper...so of course he asks..."Is there anything else you need?"  Without thinking i said "icecream".  His whole face lit up and I could totally tell he was trying not to smile.  I was able to tell him I knew where it was so he could go laugh in the back and I left to get Seth his ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is....I really truly could have cried!  I was THAT upset over a jar of damn pickles.  I don't even think I ate dinner that night because that was all I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I went back to Wegmans and bought a few jars of pickles when I saw them.    I just kept looking down at those jars smiling my stupid head off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have all enjoyed this story as much as my grandmother did and I hope you pee your pants reading about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-1352907015000016770?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/1352907015000016770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/06/pickle-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/1352907015000016770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/1352907015000016770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/06/pickle-story.html' title='The Pickle Story'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-1074941837450690141</id><published>2009-06-17T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:15:38.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>So...everyone always hears about the wacky cravings pregnant women have.  I feel the need to start this off by talking about our first Dr. visit.  The questionnaire I filled out actually asked me if I craved eating clay or paint chips??!!  I found this quite amusing because well...seriously?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had cravings but when I do have them they last a few days.  I have decided to do research on this topic and found that many of the things I am craving have to do with what is growing on the baby.  Super interesting!  This week for example...protein...I have been eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches.  Love them by the way...  Then last night I smelled burgers, now the smell of grilled meat of any kind since I have been pregnant has just made my stomach turn, but last night I just wanted a burger (granted I only ate half of that burger because I feel nauseous if I eat too much so I try to avoid that at all costs), but it actually smelled good to me then as we were leaving the restaurant I smelled the burgers again and it made my stomach turn.  It feels so strange to be so in tune with my body to be able to "listen" to what it needs and yet to feel so awkward in my own skin because I am experiencing something so new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been other cravings too like pickles...(my grandmother would love to insert the pickle story here because she just about wet herself laughing at me on the phone) but I am going to save that one for another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-1074941837450690141?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/1074941837450690141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/06/cravings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/1074941837450690141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/1074941837450690141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/06/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-3388845569405064886</id><published>2009-06-12T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:56:17.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHthL46xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nZgS_ScQkQs/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHthL46xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nZgS_ScQkQs/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346484923714300690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHtQa4qyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZnMU0EDyOho/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHtQa4qyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZnMU0EDyOho/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346484919213796130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHtHoM-6I/AAAAAAAAABo/rX_ENiIc9NQ/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHtHoM-6I/AAAAAAAAABo/rX_ENiIc9NQ/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346484916853734306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHtL0zMTI/AAAAAAAAABg/HF5F4x66USU/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHtL0zMTI/AAAAAAAAABg/HF5F4x66USU/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346484917980311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHsvPqxFI/AAAAAAAAABY/fE_lOj8qhJU/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHsvPqxFI/AAAAAAAAABY/fE_lOj8qhJU/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346484910308377682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I know that I suck at this blog thing but I have been REALLY tired all the time.  But whenever we have a sonogram I get all revved up again.&lt;br /&gt;We went in today for Downs Syndrome and Spinabifida(sp?) testing (the first part) and everything looked normal.  We were in there for a while because the baby was not cooperating so we figure it is a red headed girl if it was not cooperating.  I had a full bladder to begin with and the tech tried inverting me a bit and when that didn't work she had me empty my bladder(Oh happy day!), then we tried again with the inverting.  She finally got the shots she needed and she was explaining thigs as she went.  She also took some great pics as she went too (those are posted).&lt;br /&gt;So about this little one...&lt;br /&gt;I had thought I felt a little movement but thought I was crazy but now that I see how much this little one is moving around in there I am pretty sure I felt it.  We got to see its little hands and feet and watch it kick and jump around(which looked like it had the hiccups).  Its heart rate dropped from last time and is now 160bpm and it is 3inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the Dr. says everything looks normal and go figure I have lost 2 lbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you are up to date and I hope to be a little less tired so I can write a bit more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-3388845569405064886?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/3388845569405064886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/3388845569405064886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/3388845569405064886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-pictures.html' title='Yay Pictures'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SjKHthL46xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nZgS_ScQkQs/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-3152097916785454465</id><published>2009-05-21T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:08:26.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sonogram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/ShWJjT_suOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yUPVML6vaI0/s1600-h/peanut+5-21-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/ShWJjT_suOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yUPVML6vaI0/s320/peanut+5-21-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338324173073463522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So....we are at 9 weeks and had our first sonogram today! Yay!  The baby looks like a little peanut!  he/she is 2.2cm long and the heartbeat is beating at 176 BPM.  Being able to see the heartbeat was amazing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This was our first Dr. apt. and it was a long one.  We got there at 8am and did not leave until 12.  I have never been so poked and prodded in my life.  The sonogram was a mixture of elation and torture because you have to have a FULL bladder...then they push on the FULL bladder...WTF!!  We will be going back in 3 weeks for our next one...yay for more pictures!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-3152097916785454465?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/3152097916785454465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-sonogram.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/3152097916785454465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/3152097916785454465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-sonogram.html' title='First Sonogram'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/ShWJjT_suOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yUPVML6vaI0/s72-c/peanut+5-21-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143527874345399650.post-2564952648365898336</id><published>2009-05-08T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:26:43.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me just say this...</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I have ever blogged. I have been inspired by a friend of ours to blog our pregnancy since we have family all over the place and would like to keep everyone informed! Please feel free to comment wherevver you would like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143527874345399650-2564952648365898336?l=jp8tod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/feeds/2564952648365898336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-just-say-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/2564952648365898336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143527874345399650/posts/default/2564952648365898336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jp8tod.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-just-say-this.html' title='Let me just say this...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04499090639918861651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPHjk5hHF3I/SgSZLtmpFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t6HEQF4IZnc/S220/Picture+079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
