<?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-446369831356620820</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:49:19.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cori's Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1251692896817709386</id><published>2011-09-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:37:38.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daycare Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1251692896817709386?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1251692896817709386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1251692896817709386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1251692896817709386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1251692896817709386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2011/09/daycare-dreams.html' title='Daycare Dreams...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1852634101205288553</id><published>2010-02-21T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:48:00.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow... 3 months already!!!</title><content type='html'>I was gone so long because our computer went poop on us. Any who... I am going to do this really quick ( mostly because there is soooo much to talk about ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;br /&gt;Really nothing has changed for me. Still doing nothing with my life. Still working the same shift working the same job. Fun times. I am stuck in the revolving door where... I need to get a job working like 2-11. However, in order for it to make since to pay for daycare (or baby sitter) I need to make like 3K a month. Yea... no problem. I want to work for a police department, dispatch or flat out be a police officer. Many problems with that goal though... too many to go into. The only thing I can do is wait. Although time is NOT on my side, I have no choice. Not to mention... no one is hiring in our area. I am even willing to drive up north, or even south. Still nothing. I have been wanting to get back into the gym, but I am not willing to sign up for it right now, without knowing if it is going to be easy enough to pay for every month. It seems silly, but I think by going back to the gym, it will give me more confidence in myself, and it will make me feel better. I have been dealing with these headaches for so long, I just think it would do more good than bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John...&lt;br /&gt;Well, again, nothing much is going on there. He has been itching to get out in the yard to fix it up. The fact that I was sooo pregnant last summer, the heat, and the wet winter has made our yard a mess. We did not really do any yard work last summer. I could not do much until I was 36 weeks, but by that point I didn't want to do anything. Now we have these 2 dogs, and they have literally recked our yard. We just got our tax refund and are doing the roof, and yard with the money. I can not wait to see how it looks, and I know John is super stoked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer...&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. He still doing the Cub Scout thing. Now that the weather has been nice the last few days, he has gotten to go out for a hike with them. There are some cool things coming up for them next month too, so that should be fun. He is currently reading the Harry Potter books. He got them from Papa for Christmas. He finished the first book earlier this month, and is 1/4 of the way through the second one. He keeps wanting to take a break from them, but we are asking him to finish this book before he takes a break. Then he can do an easier book for a while. He has cabin fever bad and can not wait for the weather to get a bit warmer and to stay nice for longer than 3 days. We just had to put his guinea pig to sleep the other day. That was really hard on him, and he is still really sad about it. I really hate to say it, but I think it was a reality check on how important it is to take care of the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella...&lt;br /&gt;After a long 2 years, I finally have her using the potty. She all of a sudden wanted to use it after seeing cousin Louise using it at Christmas time. She had her first poop accident today, but she has been pooping in the toilet for almost 2 months, and that is really great in my book. Still doing the pull up thing when we leave the house, she is good at home about remembering, but not so good when we are out and about. It is crazy how much more clear she is speaking now too. It was like a light turned on. I do remember that with Spencer too. It is nice to have a conversation with her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson...&lt;br /&gt;WOW. He is going to be 7 months old tomorrow. WOW. I am super sad that he is getting sooo big sooo quick. At the same time, I am sick of getting up in the middle of the night. I can not wait for him to grow out of that one. He just started crawling yesterday, and the rest of the family saw him do it tonight. He went from "was that him crawling?" to "OMG, he just crawled all the way to Spencer!!". Crazy. He gets a little bigger every freaking day. I know that this is our last baby... but I sure do love me some babies. I will miss the special connection I always have with my kids when they are babies. There is something about Jackson... he is such a warm little man. It is almost like he knows things he should not know yet. He is always so happy, and glad to see me. His smile is the best part of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... we have been really into the Olympics the last week, and looking forward to the last week. Can't wait for the warm weather, and to open the doors. Want to spring clean, but... it is never clean in my eyes. Guess I am always spring cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1852634101205288553?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1852634101205288553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1852634101205288553' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1852634101205288553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1852634101205288553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow-3-months-already.html' title='Wow... 3 months already!!!'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7806351127589055229</id><published>2009-11-26T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:00:49.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2009</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time, but I feel like venting and Facebook can only handle so much. Today we had my Mom, Dad, Amber and Brooke over for Thanksgiving. I cleaned the house (even thought I really did not need to) for 3 days, and John cooked all day. You know, I really hate that I put so much on my shoulders about the stupid things. For instance... is anyone really going to notice that the baseboards have some soda slashed up on them in the kitchen? Or that the cupboard next to the stove is super cluttered? NO, THEY WONT. I was busting my hump for 3 days, and it was over in 5 hours. I hope that I keep that in mind on Christmas Eve. Yeah right, I won't. I will be worse for that holiday. Oh well, it is just who I am. This time... more time for me and less time for cleaning the day of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Update...&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is 4 months old now. 4 months old. Wow. This being my last baby, I had hoped that it would not fly by so quickly, but I can not slow time down. He is so amazing. I love him with every inch of my being. I could not love him any more than I do. I have felt a connection to him from the day I knew I was pregnant, before any test could tell me I was pregnant. He will forever be my little man. He is really big. He is wearing anywhere from 6-9 months clothes. Biggest baby yet. He is super strong, and should be sitting up in the next month or so. He has been rolling over for weeks now, and loves it. He smiles all the time, but has only laughed a few times. He has his routine down, and so do I. I put my big girl panties on and moved him into his own room, but he still naps in the living room. This way he wont be woke up by Bella when she is "napping" too. He LOVES his brother and sister. Spencer loves him too, but Bella is not a fan of him. Just like I predicted. She thinks he took her place. I have to make time for her during the day so we still have our mommy/daughter time. I really thought it was going to be harder having 3 kids, but so far it is easy. I do find that I am later to work than I would like to be alot. It is super hard to get out of the door on time, but that is the only problem I seem to be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I are getting along really well, with a bump here and there. Tonight was a bit tough, but lack of sleep and too much going on could be that problem. He is doing good in school, but I think he needs to pay better attention while there. He is still doing the Cub Scout thing, and still loves it. With the weather being bad this time of year, he just hangs out in the house playing with Bella, or with my DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella is... well, she is just Bella. She has her good times, and her bad times. Right now she is going through a independence stage. Wants to walk at the store and not ride in the cart. Wants to be in the kitchen when we are in there. All things that any normal 3 year old (in 3 weeks she will be 3!!!) would want to do. The problem though... she does not listen. You have to force her to listen and it is frustrating and exhausting. I hope she starts to grow out of this... its getting old. She is amazing while Spencer is at school. Listens really well, helps me out, cuddles with me, plays with me and Jackson. But the second Spencer gets home, she turns into the mean Bella. She feeds off of him, and they drive each other nuts. Go figure right??? Brothers and sisters not getting along. I just hope that Jackson and Bella get along better that Spencer and Bella. They are going to be growing up together, where Spencer is out of the house more and will be doing the friends thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been back to work for almost 2 months already. It is the same ol, same ol.. that is good but it sucks too. I have gotten no where with my weight loss. Frustrating, but what did I expect. It is the holiday season, and the food is too tempting. It all went down hill at Halloween, and has only gotten worse. Only 4 more weeks and it will be done. I hope to move on with it at that point, but with my track record I worry I wont. I was walking 5-7 days a week when it was not raining, and was doing amazing with it too. Once the rain started, I quit. I am borrowing a treadmill from the neighbors, but I don't like it. It is really loud, and the belt is too small. I wish I could get an elliptical machine. I would use that. Don't know if it would be enough, but it would be better than nothing and better on my bad knee and ankle. I could get one for under 300, so perhaps with John's next big bonus. We will see. I would still love nothing more than to be a cop, and after finding a woman cop out there to talk to, I think I really can do it. I just have to be able to pass the test. I CAN DO IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7806351127589055229?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7806351127589055229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7806351127589055229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7806351127589055229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7806351127589055229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-2009.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-8254595176743707980</id><published>2009-09-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:23:35.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on around this joint</title><content type='html'>Well, my little baby boy is now 2 months old. 2 months ago today he came into my life. When thinking about the time... it would seem that I have had him for much longer than that. He is super amazing. I just love that little man. I had to take him to the doctor yesterday because of his skin. A few weeks ago we noticed some spots on his face, and it has just gotten worse. Long story short... he has baby eczema. The doctor says it will most likely go away, but who knows when that will be. We took him off of normal formula and put him on soy to see if it is milk related. I sure hope it is, and that it will clear up soon. It breaks my heart to look at the beautiful face all beat up and pealing. I know it bothers him too, and it is tearing me up inside. Dr. Johnson say that this may effect him allergy wise in the future. We will have to avoid nuts for a long time, just in case there is an allergy there. My mom says there is a link between child asthma and baby eczema. Don't know how it is linked... have not looked into it yet. Turns out John had eczema and asthma as a child. Who knew. Guess I should have gotten a genetic background before I reproduced with that man!!! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my double jogging stroller on Friday. I just love it. I have used it every day. John, Spencer, Bella, Jackson and I went for a 2 mile walk Sunday night. Last night Mark, Kyla, Mikey, Aidan, Spencer, Bella, Jackson and I went for a long walk again. I started my morning program today thought. Here is the plan... I need to start slow because I was unable to do anything for so long while pregnant, and then after the baby came. I plan on walking Spencer to school every day (unless it is just pouring, I don't think the babies should go out in that kind of weather. Rain is ok, but not if it is pouring), and then go for my walk. Today we dropped Spencer off then walked for 55 minutes. I did not worry about the time, or where we were going, I just walked and listened to music and looked at all the houses I have never noticed before. I love walking. I just hope that I can start running as smoothly as I started walking. I have noticed that breast feeding and jogging do not mix. Too painful. I think with the baby not being able to have milk, and me wanting to start running, I am just going to stop nursing. I only did it once yesterday, and that was just because I was in pain and needed to do it. I feel super guilty about not nursing, but I just think it will work out best for me. I know it is best for him to nurse, but with the eczema, I don't know if I am even able to do it. So stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to work in 2 weeks and 1 day. I am sad. I do miss going to work, making a honest days wages and having the self respect of working... but I am going to miss the baby SO much. It has been wonderful being home the last 4 months with my family. Even with all the yelling! I know it is going to be super hard that first day back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still excited about reaching my super big goal of being a police officer. It is so hard to not eat the nummy foods that I want... but when I think of being a cop, it makes it easy to say no. I want it so bad. I just hope it happens. I can not think of anything else I would want to spend the rest of my life doing. Nothing seems as exciting or respected as being a cop. I just hope the age thing does not get in my way. I know I can get in shape for it, but there is nothing I can do about being old!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-8254595176743707980?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/8254595176743707980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=8254595176743707980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/8254595176743707980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/8254595176743707980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-been-going-on-around-this-joint.html' title='What&apos;s been going on around this joint'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3120303438295406378</id><published>2009-09-07T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:47:56.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Papa pictures</title><content type='html'>Some of the many pictures I took while at Long Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM34yDWPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sQHkPra-z4w/s1600-h/ocean+trip+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378860221726939378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM34yDWPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sQHkPra-z4w/s400/ocean+trip+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM3oIy8OI/AAAAAAAAAnU/w6Ta-rG3O9w/s1600-h/ocean+trip+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378860217258930402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM3oIy8OI/AAAAAAAAAnU/w6Ta-rG3O9w/s400/ocean+trip+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM3KHE0OI/AAAAAAAAAnM/AXlGaQFbe1M/s1600-h/ocean+trip+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378860209198649570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM3KHE0OI/AAAAAAAAAnM/AXlGaQFbe1M/s400/ocean+trip+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM2h1HAII/AAAAAAAAAnE/yz3nAu2XAvY/s1600-h/ocean+trip+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378860198385877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM2h1HAII/AAAAAAAAAnE/yz3nAu2XAvY/s400/ocean+trip+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM13UdSgI/AAAAAAAAAm8/vFjFMXUCQJ8/s1600-h/ocean+trip+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378860186974636546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM13UdSgI/AAAAAAAAAm8/vFjFMXUCQJ8/s400/ocean+trip+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMahMByxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6vP4rVlDI5U/s1600-h/ocean+trip+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378859717177232146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMahMByxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6vP4rVlDI5U/s400/ocean+trip+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMZ5m9fmI/AAAAAAAAAms/S0NodkXRkok/s1600-h/ocean+trip+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378859706552778338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMZ5m9fmI/AAAAAAAAAms/S0NodkXRkok/s400/ocean+trip+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy and Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMZf7wikI/AAAAAAAAAmk/GYIe9h4VD6c/s1600-h/ocean+trip+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378859699660687938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMZf7wikI/AAAAAAAAAmk/GYIe9h4VD6c/s400/ocean+trip+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of 2nd grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMY6iO4YI/AAAAAAAAAmc/bVDw2nFr8bw/s1600-h/ocean+trip+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378859689621512578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMY6iO4YI/AAAAAAAAAmc/bVDw2nFr8bw/s400/ocean+trip+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMYW2WjlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZLQ5fmrvNSY/s1600-h/ocean+trip+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378859680042225234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWMYW2WjlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZLQ5fmrvNSY/s400/ocean+trip+002.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3120303438295406378?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3120303438295406378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3120303438295406378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3120303438295406378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3120303438295406378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-papa-pictures.html' title='More Papa pictures'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SqWM34yDWPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sQHkPra-z4w/s72-c/ocean+trip+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7971538637302497355</id><published>2009-08-31T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:44:52.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures for Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwZsN6xsuI/AAAAAAAAAmM/pk5hmhDMXCk/s1600-h/Jackson+first+week+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376200302614655714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwZsN6xsuI/AAAAAAAAAmM/pk5hmhDMXCk/s400/Jackson+first+week+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwZruOCpdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OX2wVXF_v5c/s1600-h/per+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376200294105523666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwZruOCpdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OX2wVXF_v5c/s400/per+163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwZrGvpTPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/GoccooKaQF0/s1600-h/per+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376200283509050610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwZrGvpTPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/GoccooKaQF0/s400/per+158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX4lI1XaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/AVvCZbqKm2E/s1600-h/Jackson+first+week+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198315982806434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX4lI1XaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/AVvCZbqKm2E/s400/Jackson+first+week+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX4ObSHLI/AAAAAAAAAls/wAzycCNXNYg/s1600-h/Jackson+first+week+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198309886172338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX4ObSHLI/AAAAAAAAAls/wAzycCNXNYg/s400/Jackson+first+week+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX3qb1lQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kF8-qnTXfYk/s1600-h/Jackson+first+week+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198300224820482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX3qb1lQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kF8-qnTXfYk/s400/Jackson+first+week+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX3KiisvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/4S0PgrrozeY/s1600-h/per+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198291663008498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX3KiisvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/4S0PgrrozeY/s400/per+171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX2rYLuJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TnTv1BTKv_Y/s1600-h/per+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198283298060434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwX2rYLuJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TnTv1BTKv_Y/s400/per+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXXcjcjZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SsMfsyLHFSA/s1600-h/camping+2009+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197746742824338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXXcjcjZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SsMfsyLHFSA/s400/camping+2009+150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXW2eQ5rI/AAAAAAAAAlE/xlRTcaYpLOA/s1600-h/camping+2009+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197736520541874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXW2eQ5rI/AAAAAAAAAlE/xlRTcaYpLOA/s400/camping+2009+146.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXWg-PeaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/FXOTVhSCR2M/s1600-h/camping+2009+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197730749086114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXWg-PeaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/FXOTVhSCR2M/s400/camping+2009+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXWDFCcpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/D4jm4dfMCkI/s1600-h/camping+2009+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197722724528786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXWDFCcpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/D4jm4dfMCkI/s400/camping+2009+128.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXVj-iY3I/AAAAAAAAAks/CjaT6E2PpOo/s1600-h/camping+2009+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197714375762802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwXVj-iY3I/AAAAAAAAAks/CjaT6E2PpOo/s400/camping+2009+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwW8eoFY1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/xruWKNhclO8/s1600-h/jacksons+3rd+week+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197283442680658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwW8eoFY1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/xruWKNhclO8/s400/jacksons+3rd+week+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwW7yGpB2I/AAAAAAAAAkU/qhxfh0vclhU/s1600-h/jacksons+3rd+week+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197271491250018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwW7yGpB2I/AAAAAAAAAkU/qhxfh0vclhU/s400/jacksons+3rd+week+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwW7VJSocI/AAAAAAAAAkM/6sO94_VTZLE/s1600-h/jacksons+3rd+week+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197263717736898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwW7VJSocI/AAAAAAAAAkM/6sO94_VTZLE/s400/jacksons+3rd+week+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwW6nLXbVI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jXyoUy6GDHA/s1600-h/jacksons+3rd+week+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376197251378408786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwW6nLXbVI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jXyoUy6GDHA/s400/jacksons+3rd+week+079.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwVw25BCoI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9vm60OXqjfk/s1600-h/jacksons+3rd+week+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195984286091906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwVw25BCoI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9vm60OXqjfk/s400/jacksons+3rd+week+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwVwGmWa6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/JwyQrRhYXxM/s1600-h/jacksons+3rd+week+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195971322899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwVuv7CXTI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Hv0mZk1v1Rg/s400/jacksons+3rd+week+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwVTNJthAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/I760msTM0BA/s1600-h/jacksons+3rd+week+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195474865619970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwVTNJthAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/I760msTM0BA/s400/jacksons+3rd+week+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwVSig0keI/AAAAAAAAAjM/WZcag2qXnww/s1600-h/jacksons+2nd+week+223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195463419826658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwVRJop1EI/AAAAAAAAAi0/jay8DgaUlzo/s400/jacksons+2nd+week+182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7971538637302497355?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7971538637302497355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7971538637302497355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7971538637302497355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7971538637302497355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-pictures-for-papa.html' title='Random pictures for Papa'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SpwZsN6xsuI/AAAAAAAAAmM/pk5hmhDMXCk/s72-c/Jackson+first+week+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-803616281361027237</id><published>2009-08-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:40:50.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>So I realize that it was our idea to have a baby, and yes I know that new borns do not sleep when you want them too... but I am sleepy. I need 1 night of full sleep. I am going to go crazy soon. I am getting super frustrated with the fact that the baby is not nursing like I want  him to do. He is doing this thing where he just does not want to nurse. He just flat out chooses to not nurse. He will take a bottle, and is happy after that... but will not latch on. He just freaks out until I get him that bottle. I want to be a nursing mother, but if he will not latch on, then what the heck do I do?!?!?! I put too much stress on myself when it comes to breastfeeding, I always have. I don't know why. I just feel that it is so important to make the first few months good, so that maybe whatever I do will stick. However, I did everything perfect with Bella, and it is just like I haven't, so I guess it just doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I could just get 1 good nights sleep... uninterrupted, I would be doing a little better. I might not be stressing so much about how or where Jack sleeps, or what and when he eats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-803616281361027237?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/803616281361027237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=803616281361027237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/803616281361027237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/803616281361027237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7374205444893842592</id><published>2009-08-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:08:40.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little man Tenney</title><content type='html'>My new baby boy is 4 weeks old today. That makes me very sad. I wish I could stop time and just enjoy the new born stage a little longer. I will not miss the sleepless night however. I am getting sick of him only sleeping 1-2 hours at a time without eating at night. He can go for hours during the day, but the second I want some sleep he wakes up. I think the last 2 nights I have gotten a total of 6 hours sleep. Not enough for this person!! He is staying awake longer during the day now, so why is he not sleeping more at night? Oh well, only a few more weeks until he sleeps longer at night. I will move him into his own room really soon. I have to get him use to sleeping flat on his back so he will like his crib. Actually I put him in his crib one day while I was in his room doing somethings, and he did not seem to mind it too much. His crib is super comfortable, and there are lovely colors to look at in there, so I think that is why he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will work on keeping him up longer in the evening, not that it is easy to do. It just seem like the only time we go anywhere is in the evening, and he sleeps in the car. It is hard to wake that boy up when you do want him up, and even harder to put him to sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be hot. We are going to be playing in the pool this afternoon. I am going to get up and make lunch in a minute, put Bella to bed and then when she wakes up we will all go out back. The sun is the hottest out back around 5pm, but there is more shade back there in the afternoon. I am not a big fan of hanging out in the back yard, there is no where to sit, and I always get burnt through the leaves on the trees. Maybe I will sit out in the sun and work on my tan. Now that I am drug free, there are no side effects from them and I wont burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7374205444893842592?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7374205444893842592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7374205444893842592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7374205444893842592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7374205444893842592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-man-tenney.html' title='Little man Tenney'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7146022038893317218</id><published>2009-08-14T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:06:03.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and getting through it</title><content type='html'>So in the last few days I have managed to take my 3 kids to the store all by myself. For now it is really not all that hard. I think when Jackson gets older it will become a bit more hard. Now I just put the car seat in the shopping cart, and Bella in the seat part of the cart. Spencer, of course, is a big help and runs along beside the cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been weird. Ashley and Tim's wedding is tomorrow, and my kids are in it. I have spent the last few days looking for an outfit for me (finally found one that fits this squishy body), going to the tux fitting, getting shoes for us all, getting the small details for Spencer and I, and just running around like a crazy person. Jackson has gotten off any sort of schedule that I may have been close to because of this. Today we have more things to get, as well as go to the rehearsal tonight. Tomorrow is the wedding, so it is an all day event for the kids. I just hope that the lack of being home doesn't mess with Jackson too badly. Last night was horrible from 9-12. He cryed and cryed for ever. I still don't know what was wrong with him, I can only assume that it was lack of food and sleep from the days combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side of things, I found some rad shoes for Spencer, Bella and I yesterday. We ended up spending 65.00 on 4 pairs of shoes, and only 3 pair were every day shoes. My shoes are for the wedding. I hope to get some use out of them other than the wedding, but I am not too sure. Today we go to Walmart for jewelry for me for the wedding and to see what they have for school clothes for the boy. I still would like to find an outfit for Jackson for tomorrow, but it is really hard to find anything other than onsies for a boy this small. I want an outfit for him, but again, they are either too big, or for the fall and I think it is going to be on the hot side tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places to go today...&lt;br /&gt;Walmart&lt;br /&gt;Wellsfargo&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how much time I give us... we may go to JCPenney's for school clothes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing all the school shopping this weekend. School starts in just 2 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And we are going camping next weekend, so that leaves no time. I don't want to take the chance of running out of money. or time, before the boy gets his clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7146022038893317218?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7146022038893317218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7146022038893317218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7146022038893317218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7146022038893317218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-and-getting-through-it.html' title='Life and getting through it'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6780835372897297325</id><published>2009-08-06T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:48:21.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to real life</title><content type='html'>It is nice to be getting back to normal. It was nice to have my mom here, but now that she is gone things are getting back to normal. Jackson is fitting in really well. I was worried about how Bella was going to deal with him, but turns out she likes him. Good thing too. There was one time where Spencer had to stop her from hurting him, but I don't think she did it to hurt him. She was going to lay on him, just like she does with Spencer. She just does not realize how small the baby is. Other than that she is doing fine. There is a time or two a day where she is jealous of the baby, but that is normal. She wants to sit on my lap when he is. It can be overwhelming some times, but that is something that I will just have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the day when he sleeps for longer than 2-3 hours at night, but at the same time I don't want him to get too big too quick. This being my last baby, I am really wanting him to grow REALLY SLOW. I love the baby stage. John likes the older baby stage, like 9 months. I dig new borns. I feel this connection with Jackson, like he knows what I am saying to him. I did not have that with Bella, and Spencer and I did not mesh well for like 2-3 weeks after he was born. I was afraid of babies when I had Spencer. Jackson is going to be mommies boy, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breastfeeding is going really well. There is the occasion now and then where he gets a bottle. Sometimes he just does not get enough milk from me, and then I will give him a bottle. Like last night. I nursed and nursed and he was still hungry. I almost wonder if he was over sleepy, and the bottle acted like a binky. He usually only drinks 1 oz, at the most, the rest is breast milk. Then when John gets up with him on his days off, he gets 1 bottle a night then. I am not that good at nursing in public, so I find myself packing a bottle for back up. I always try to nurse first, but if I am shopping at the Walmart, I am not going to whip out a booby. I can say that I am already getting tired of being the only source of food for him though. On call every 2 hours. That will change when he gets a little older, and needs to eat less often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thinking about going camping in the next few weeks. Well, John and Spencer are going, and Bella, Jackson and I are thinking about tagging along. I think John is ok with us going. I have not been camping forever. It was before Spencer. I may have been pregnant with him, but I don't think I was. That was 8 years ago!! Now when I say camping, I mean I slept in a van. Roughing it huh?!?! Any who, I don't know where John is thinking, but I found a rad campground near a lake. I think it would be a good place to start out camping with the family. I am not really down with taking Bella into the middle of the woods. I would worry the entire time about her running away. We need to buy a few things in order to go. We have a small tent, but we would need a second one, and air mattresses for both. We have everything else we would need. Sounds fun, I hope we actually go along with it. I need to get out of this house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6780835372897297325?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6780835372897297325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6780835372897297325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6780835372897297325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6780835372897297325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-real-life.html' title='Back to real life'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5214080646721377786</id><published>2009-07-31T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:57:49.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new baby</title><content type='html'>So Jackson and I have been 2 people for just over a week now. He was one week yesterday. I love that little boy so much. He is so beautiful, and on top of that, a really good baby. Or am I just a really good mommy. Tough call!!! I am sitting here typing at 1:35am waiting for him to wake up, because I was not sleepy when he went to sleep at 12ish. Today was not a normal day. I ended up back in the hospital last night because of high blood pressure. What a crappy night. I was hooked up to an IV all night and all day and given blood pressure meds that made me feel all weird. On top of that med, I was also given multiple narcotics for the headache that took me to the ER in the first place. There was a point this morning that I could not move. At all. All the meds had taken it all out of me. That being said, John and Jackson stayed in the room with me last night. I had to have John stay there if Jackson was going to stay because I could not take care of him on my own, and they were not responsible for him any more. That was fine because I did not want John to go, and I really did not want Jackson to go. The poopy side... John had to go to work today, so the baby had to go home. My mom has been here since Tuesday taking care of the me and the kids (side note... John did not think I could do it alone, cute huh??), so she had to watch all 3 kids alone. Had it not been for the drugs and being in a coma all day, I would have worried all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My milk had come in in the last few days, but you don't really realize it until you can not feed your baby every 2-3 hours. I was able to pump at one point during the day, but by the time John came to pick me up, I was leaking all over the place. When I got home, Jackson was sleeping and was not hungry. I leaked forever!!! When he finally woke up he just snacked all night, and then when it was time to put him down for the night, he was not hungry. Damn it. That leaves me where I am now. Number 1... I could not get rid of that freaking headache that sent me to the hospital in the first place, so I drank a Mt. Dew and loaded up on ibuprofen. Now I am not sleepy. Number 2... I slept all day at the hospital and again, now I am not sleepy. The only thing getting me through this... my mom is here until Saturday night, and I can nap tomorrow when Bella is napping. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sleeping on the couch since Saturday when we came home. Our bed is too high and with the c-section I could not get in or out without John's help and a ton of pain. Not to mention the heat. It has just been the best place for me. I wanted to move back up stairs tonight, but with the mix up in our little schedule we sort of had going until yesterday hit the fan, the baby was not having it. I guess I will try it again tomorrow night. I really want a good nights sleep in my bed. Maybe John will stay up with the baby one night this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5214080646721377786?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5214080646721377786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5214080646721377786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5214080646721377786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5214080646721377786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-baby.html' title='My new baby'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1575690207805402347</id><published>2009-07-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:39:47.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birth story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sm0hCYNa7rI/AAAAAAAAAis/4area55_S9A/s1600-h/jacksons+birth+348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362979056010325682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sm0hCYNa7rI/AAAAAAAAAis/4area55_S9A/s400/jacksons+birth+348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I will start with my 39 week ob appointment on Tuesday last week. I talked the doctor I saw into seeing if there were any appointments open at the hospital for an induction. She said they would call me if there was, and there was. I was super excited that I had a 7:30 appointment Wednesday morning. You would think that I would have been up all night, but I actually got a few hours of sleep, thanks to some sleeping pills. I called at 6am to double check that we were still on, and we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to the hospital at 7:30 on the dot, after rearranging cars and kids. I checked in, and was taken right to my room .I wad hooked up to all the machines, and given my IV and by 8:30 was getting the pitocin. I really started feeling the contractions around 11, but was dealing with them rather nicely. I had a visit from the doctor on call around 9, and was told that I was still 2-3cm and that the baby was really high still. She did not want to break my water because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few more hours of laboring, the nurse checked me again, and said that I was about 4cm, and that the babies head was still really high. I was doing good, and did not want to get the epidural yet, so I kept laboring. She was sure that my water was going to break soon, so I was not surprised when I felt a gush about 30 minutes later. This is where it is going to get icky, so if you don't want to hear the details, don't read on any more. When I felt my "water" break, I felt other stuff coming out too. Lots of stuff. It did not feel like water, and I was terrified. I called my nurse and she came right in. She lifted up my blanket and I quickly asked if it was clear water. She only said no. She stood there for a minutes just looking, I could tell she was thinking what to do. I was really worried because I thought that there was meconium. Turns out what I thought was my water, was a huge gush of blood, and the stuff I felt was huge clots. She changed my bedding, and said she was calling the doctor. The doctor checked out my last ultrasound and said there was no reason for the bleeding except for my placenta &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;detaching&lt;/span&gt;. The doctor said she would be there soon, the clinic closed at 5, and she was there at 5:30. By this time I had gotten my epidural and for the first time EVER it worked. It was the best! I felt some pressure at the peek of my strongest contractions, but no pain. It was nice. The nurse had talked me into thinking that everything was ok, so I just relaxed and spent some quiet time with my mom and Husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 5:15 John's mom wanted to come in the room, so I sent him out to get him, and while he was gone the doctor showed up to check me. She said that I was almost 5, but that my water had not broke. She pulled out a huge clot while checking me, and the look on the faces of the nurse and doctor freaked me out. She said that she could break my water but that we took the chance that the cord would rush through as the water did. That has always been my biggest fear about my water breaking, but if the doctor was comfortable with it, then I was to. John at this time was in the hall just outside of the door with his mom, my mom had her back to us so she did not see my stuff, and the doctor broke my water. Now keeping in mind the extra amount of fluid I have had in this pregnancy, I knew that when it broke it was go everywhere. Oh my god, did it. The doctor and the nurse were sitting on my bed when the did it, and I have never seen 2 people jump up so quickly. The doctor grabbed my legs, concerned about my socks (funny right) and the water flowed. She checked me right away, and she started to freak out. She kept saying to the nurse "that's the cord isn't it! is that the cord?!" The nurse checked me and agreed that the cord had come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is when it hit the fan. There were so many people in that room so quickly. My nurse had to physically hold Jackson's head off of the cord. She was on the end of my bed, and she was scared. I yelled for John and he ran in. Looking into his eyes I did not have to say a word to him. He and I were terrified. They unhooked me and started pushing me out of the room, to the operating room. My mom was at the door and she grabbed my hand and hugged me as they rushed me by. The OR was just a room or two away, and they told John to get dressed and to wait at the door. When they got me in there, they had to give me a spinal block, luckily I had gotten the epidural when I did, or they would have had to knock me out. It took over 10 minutes for them to get their stuff together and to get me numb. When they started cutting me, John was told he could not come in. I later found out it was because I was not numb and because I could feel them cutting into me. They had him locked in a room directly across the hall from me. I could see him through the window on my door, and through his door. We kept eye contact and it was like he was right there with me. I have never felt so close to him ever in my life. They were in had had my beautiful baby out within 5 minutes. That is when I finally went numb all the way, and they let John come in the room. They cleaned Jackson up, and John carried him to me. I have never cried when I was handed my new born baby before. I was so scared, but when I saw how beautiful and healthy he was I just let it all go. John and I and our son were alone at that point, or so it felt. John was told it was time to go clean up the baby, and they finished the operation. It was all over from the doctor checking me to being wheeled into recovery in 1 hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was going to die on that table. I was afraid of leaving my husband, and my beautiful babies. I was thinking of my mom, and how I did no even said goodbye. When it was over and the baby was ok, I felt relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was rolled into recovery the nurse that I was with all day was still in charge of me. She saved my babies life, and I can not ever forget her for that. I was in recovery for 2 hours. Because I could feel them cutting me, he over numbed me and it took 2 hours longer than normal to come out of it. John and Jackson came in to visit me about 45 minutes into it. I could not hold him, because I could not feel all of my arms. I did not get to hold him until 8:30 that night. My mom was waiting for me in my room when I was ok to go there. I have yet to talk to her about this all yet, it is still too new and it makes me sad to think about it, but I hope to hear her side of the story someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the birth story I intended on, but the outcome is. My baby is one of the most beautiful things in the world. I love him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1575690207805402347?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1575690207805402347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1575690207805402347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1575690207805402347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1575690207805402347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-birth-story.html' title='My birth story'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sm0hCYNa7rI/AAAAAAAAAis/4area55_S9A/s72-c/jacksons+birth+348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6095567670875548014</id><published>2009-07-22T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:53:31.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to the hospital</title><content type='html'>I am about 10 minutes away from getting in the shower. My last shower as the mother of 2. My last shower as a pregnant woman, ever. I am so excited. I can not wait to meet this baby. It has been the quickest pregnancy ever, but the last 4 weeks were the longest part of it. It has been a trying pregnancy, so many things thrown at me. But we came through. I only can hope that I did not give this baby diabetes. I will never forgive myself if he is sick because I could not control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off. I am going to give birth today. No big deal. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6095567670875548014?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6095567670875548014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6095567670875548014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6095567670875548014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6095567670875548014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-way-to-hospital.html' title='On the way to the hospital'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5978564916737360677</id><published>2009-07-21T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:26:39.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day to have a baby</title><content type='html'>So it looks like I have been written in on the inductions list at the hospital for tomorrow morning. According to the person that called me, it is in pen, not pencil. Nice. I am so excited, but nervous all the same. I am excited because this is the first induction I have gone into being almost 3cm dilated already. I just hope it is not a super duper long labor. Man, I am still in shock that it is going to happen tomorrow. They did say there was a 5% chance of being bumped, due to other moms needing to be induced before me. I am high priority because of the gestational diabetes, so I don't think I will be bumped. If I am, it will be hours, not days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a hard time getting my kids watched though. I have Ashley that said she would help, but I am not sure to what extent she has available. Still waiting on that answer. Also, the neighbors are here for us if we need them. I only need someone to watch them tomorrow (all day) and tomorrow night. I think, if the baby comes at a decent time tomorrow, that John can come home to be with the kids, or take them somewhere else on Thursday for a few hours. I would like a little help at the hospital Thursday night too, but if no one will watch them, John will just have to stay home with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... things I have to do today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack bags for the 2 kids&lt;br /&gt;Clean the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Have John put Jackson's blinds up&lt;br /&gt;Take all the trash out&lt;br /&gt;Put the trash can out for trash day&lt;br /&gt;Empty the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;Dog proof the house&lt;br /&gt;Repack my hospital bag&lt;br /&gt;Mop the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;Ask Mark or Kyla to kick the cats out at night&lt;br /&gt;Send out gas and car payments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that is all I have to do. I hope. I took care of everything else, OMG, I forgot to get a nursing bra. I should go right now and get one, but that means a trip all the way to Olympia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have a baby tomorrow!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5978564916737360677?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5978564916737360677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5978564916737360677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5978564916737360677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5978564916737360677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-day-to-have-baby.html' title='A good day to have a baby'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7133590120519368216</id><published>2009-07-18T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:20:14.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 weeks pregnant</title><content type='html'>I still don't get what is going on here. Why am I still pregnant. I am super frustrated. I just want to have my baby. I want it to be stress free and wonderful, and if he doesn't come in the next day or so, it will not be that way. John has worked the last 6 days, and will do the same this week too. He has covered for Brett and Matt's vacations. It would be perfect if he could have the last part of next week off to stay home with me and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take my mind off of being pregnant by going to the Lakefair parade this evening. I only hope I can find a good parking spot and don't have to walk too far. Tomorrow we have to go to a Cub Scout BBQ, so that should take my mind off of it too. I hope. Tomorrow night is the Lakefair fireworks, and we will do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment Tuesday morning, and I will tell them I want to be induced that day. I will not wait until 40 weeks. I just don't  see how it is going to be proactive for Jackson and I to wait any longer. Frankly, I just don't see why I have not been induced, or at least scheduled for induction, by now. I was told that I would be induced in the 39th week, because of his size, and then last Monday she said that my cervix was not ready. I was not dilated at all with Spencer, and I was induced with him. Induced with Bella too, so what is the problem. I was 2-3 cm on Monday, and 60% effaced. How is that not induceable. Anyway, I have bitched about that already, so I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last 3 days cleaning the house. I deep cleaned the kitchen, dining room and living room. Last night I took the rug outside and pressured washed it. I am not so sure how that is going to work out for it thought. It is still super wet, and I am afraid that it will stink when it finally drys. I think my plan backfired. I have a rug in my room that I will bring downstairs if it does stink when it, if it, finally drys. I should go buy a new one, but they are on the expensive side. I might swing by the Walmart tonight and check them out. I don't want anything fancy, just something to put on the floor to put the baby on when he comes. Hardwood floors just are not that comfy to sit on, and for some reason, I always end up on the floor with the kids when they are babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7133590120519368216?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7133590120519368216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7133590120519368216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7133590120519368216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7133590120519368216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/39-weeks-pregnant.html' title='39 weeks pregnant'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5107570129733304768</id><published>2009-07-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:21:18.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick things that happen to you when your pregnant</title><content type='html'>So I totally lost my mucus plug this morning!! I am sure there is more up there, but a big ol' chunk came out this morning. I am super excited. I spent the day cleaning my kitchen yesterday. Could that be the "sudden burst of energy" they speak of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally woke up and got to work. I started by folding all the laundry in the house. My normal thing to do is to wash it, dry it and just put it on the kitchen table. It is such a pain in the ass to find anything. Stuff falls on the ground, the cats sleep on it and it all gets hairy. I hate it. I wish I had the energy to fold/hang it and put it away, but I don't. John and I once made a deal (that has never really be followed threw on) that if I washed/dried/folded/hung the laundry, he would put it all away. I am fine with that, but if I spend the time doing all that work, I want the laundry put away that day. Not sitting around, being moved 30 times getting all messed up and unfolded. Anyway, my point to this is that there was at least 10 loads of laundry sitting on and near the table. Not to mention the loads that still needed to be washed. I got it all done. Well, I have had to wash 2 this morning because the family dirties clothes like crazy. Know what I just thought of... 5 people + 5 showers/baths a day= 1 load of towls a day. When I was done with the laundry, I washed the bench and table. Then I swept under everything and organized the laundry area. It looks amazing over there. I was not done yet! I did all the dishes, cleaned off the fridge and microwave (the 2 places we put random stuff), cleaned under the toaster, around the canisters and cleaned the drip pans on the stove. My kitchen (minus the floor, I could not stand by the time I was done, so I could not mop) looks amazing. I know feel that I can have this baby, and someone can come over and watch my kids without me being mortified about my house. I just have to clean the bathroom and the house will be perfect. My room does not count!! It is not dirty, just not perfect. Ok, it is a bit dirty. By the time I was done, it was in the 5pm hour. I did take a few sit down for 5 minute breaks, and a 30 minute nap just so I could keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of looking at the signs of impending labor, because I have had them for weeks and weeks. I am not going to read too much into either one of the ones I have had in the last few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5107570129733304768?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5107570129733304768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5107570129733304768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5107570129733304768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5107570129733304768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-things-that-happen-to-you-when.html' title='Sick things that happen to you when your pregnant'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5485128541103917497</id><published>2009-07-14T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:48:47.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past coming to the present</title><content type='html'>So recently I have been put back into contact with some old friends. One of the two seems to be doing amazing. I loved the hour conversation we had via the internet the other night. I keep thinking about her, and just how much I miss her in my life. She was truly something special, and the fact that I don't have her anymore is sad. The other one I have yet to have a real conversation with, so I am not sure how that one is going to go. I am not all that convinced that much has changed there, nor that we will have all that much in common. I am curious, so I will keep going until I get more answers there, but again, I do not have my hopes up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends I have now keep telling me I spend too much time on Facebook, and that the internet is my life. But how could something so bad have gotten me in touch with so many cool people. I have had more conversations with family in the last months than I have in the last few years. I have made friends with and have had fun talks with John's family, that doesn't even live in the country! Being locked up in this house because of the pregnancy, and lack of money, I don't know what I would have done with out this damn computer. I love the blogs, Facebook and Myspace. Sure I could pick up the phone as easy as the computer, but I prefer it this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5485128541103917497?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5485128541103917497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5485128541103917497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5485128541103917497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5485128541103917497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/past-coming-to-present.html' title='Past coming to the present'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-718047459250778880</id><published>2009-07-13T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:29:51.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the bright side of things</title><content type='html'>I forgot, I did get my short term disability check today. It only took them 6 weeks to get it to me! It could not have come at a better time. It brings me to the quote of my life (that I should probably keep in mind as I sit here still pregnant)... EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. My family and I will always be provided for, when in the most need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-718047459250778880?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/718047459250778880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=718047459250778880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/718047459250778880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/718047459250778880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-bright-side-of-things.html' title='On the bright side of things'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7910613682012591411</id><published>2009-07-13T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:24:05.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>So I had my 38 week appointment today. It went well, not. I am only 2-3 cm dilated, and 60% effaced. Sure that is better than last week, but to me, it is not good enough. She also told me that I am not ready to be induced. What the hell does that mean? How can a woman be "not ready to be induced". I have a vagina, and there is a baby up there, to me it would seen inducible enough!!! She was going to set an induction date, but after checking my cervix, and determining that it was not ready, she said that she doesn't want to talk about induction until at least next Monday. The problem there, I will not be able to see her again the rest of my pregnancy. She is out of town next week, and the week after I will be 40 weeks, and as far as I know (unless they change their minds AGAIN) they will not let a woman with GD go over 40 weeks.  He is already estimated to be around 8 1/2 pounds. That will put him at 9 1/2 pounds at 40 weeks. Ridiculous. So I guess my uterus is in the hands of another doctor. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my conclusion. I give up. I no longer care. Whatever Jackson. Come tonight, or be induced in 2 weeks. I don't care anymore. I just plain give up. But mark my words young man, you better not be a 10 pound baby the requires a c-section, or there will be some talking between you and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7910613682012591411?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7910613682012591411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7910613682012591411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7910613682012591411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7910613682012591411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3246609483755473416</id><published>2009-07-10T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:25:43.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed, to say the least.</title><content type='html'>38 weeks pregnant tomorrow. I am not going to lie. I am quite disappointed. I am still enjoying being pregnant, feeling this big baby move around inside of me, but I want to see him and hold him. I want my baby. I only have a few days more to wait, I know, I get that, but I am so sick of the waiting. If someone could just say "Cori, you will go into labor on July (fill in the blank) at 4pm", that would be amazing. I hate not knowing. I hate that I am going to miss out on Devon's wedding tomorrow because I can not chance leaving. I (again) do not want to be induced, so come on already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having strong contractions for 2-3 days that are every 30-45 minutes. But they always stop. They are very strong too, so what is the problem? I am afraid that every day he stays in there, he is going to be that much harder to get out of there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3246609483755473416?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3246609483755473416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3246609483755473416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3246609483755473416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3246609483755473416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/disappointed-to-say-least.html' title='Disappointed, to say the least.'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5256145410778641674</id><published>2009-07-03T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:36:48.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 weeks, on the 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow is the 4th of July, and I am going to miss out on my family event. I am so sad about it, but I am going to be wise and just stay close to home. I think we will go to lake cushman, only 40 minutes from home and go swimming. I tried my swim suit on today, and yack. It looks horrible. I am not too sure what I am going to wear, but I AM GOING SWIMMING. I have wanted to go in a pool for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that there is no sign this baby is coming any time soon. I feel fine all day, but when 5pm rolls about my tummy starts to get tight and I start to have contractions. Same thing, every freaking day. I only have 2 weeks to have this baby naturally, or the doctor is going to induce me. Come on people, send me good vibes. I need to go into labor on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5256145410778641674?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5256145410778641674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5256145410778641674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5256145410778641674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5256145410778641674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/07/37-weeks-on-4th-of-july.html' title='37 weeks, on the 4th of July'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-4257524845100841211</id><published>2009-06-30T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:41:18.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 weeks 2 days</title><content type='html'>I had my ob visit yesterday. My doctor did the group b test, I am sure I will get that result next Monday, and while she was in there she checked me. I have gone from being partially open ( 1/2 on the inside and 2 on the outside) to 2 cm dilated. That is cool, I am also 50% effaced, but I think that has been that way for a few weeks, I can not remember. The bad news (in my opinion) is the baby is really high still. She said she had to really try to reach his head. That is disappointing to me. I know things can change over night, but the baby has to be pushing on my cervix in order to dilate it. He can not do that until he drops more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday having lower back pain that came and went. I also had a case of the soft poos, and was having menstrual cramps. By the time I went to my doctors appointment, I was having contractions. I was just sure that yesterday was going to be the day. I was quite uncomfortable. What went wrong? Why does my body do that? I understand it is not time, but if it is not time, why am I having all these symptoms? It is just not fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my doctors office to see if there is anything I can do to bring the baby down, and the nurse said "you are only 36 weeks, don't push it. It is better for the baby to stay in there for now." She has a point. I don't know why that did not dawn on me until she said it. I also asked my doctor yesterday if she was thinking about inducing me early, and she said that she would not think about it until the 39th week. That makes me feel better, I don't want to be induced. She will not let me go past 40 weeks, he will be way to big at that point. So, I can say, without a bit of hesitation, that Jackson will be here by July 26th. The end. That being said, I only have 26 days until the baby comes. That is nothing, I can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-4257524845100841211?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/4257524845100841211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=4257524845100841211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4257524845100841211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4257524845100841211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/36-weeks-2-days.html' title='36 weeks 2 days'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7623909324981752382</id><published>2009-06-26T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:21:19.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 weeks tomorrow!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So today is the last day I have to take my BP meds to hold off contractions. I am super excited!! John keeps telling me to not get my hopes up, but I just can not help it. My big fear... I stop the meds and have no contractions. As of Monday he was already almost 7 pounds. I want to have him while he is still on the small side of 7 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sort of busy this weekend, well the boys are, so I am not going to push this until Monday. I have an appointment Monday, and I figure if Jack is not here by then, I will do a lot of walking and end the night with some labor inducing sex. Yes, I am using my husband. I am sure he minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been saying for weeks now, that this weekend is the weekend. I have had that feeling too, but yesterday my dad voiced (well texted) his opinion and he agrees that my baby Jack will be here by Sunday. Symptoms I have been having... &lt;strong&gt;Nesting&lt;/strong&gt;. I have been nesting hardcore for just over a week, and I am not done yet.  &lt;strong&gt;Pooping&lt;/strong&gt;. I have gone from backed up (not painfully so, but just enough to note that I go days without pooping), to pooping 5 times a day for the last 3 days.  &lt;strong&gt;Weight loss&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess it is a sign that at the very end you loose a pound or so. I have lost at least 1 pound in the last week. That one seem weird to me.  &lt;strong&gt;Contractions&lt;/strong&gt;. I, of course, have been having contractions for 8 weeks now, but they have gotten stronger in the last 3 days. Not more of them, but just stronger. Anyway, I am sure there are more, but that is all I have noticed for now. Who knows, but I am still convinced he is on the way, and really soon too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7623909324981752382?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7623909324981752382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7623909324981752382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7623909324981752382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7623909324981752382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/36-weeks-tomorrow.html' title='36 weeks tomorrow!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1844284486634779499</id><published>2009-06-24T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:25:39.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh paper work</title><content type='html'>So I get a letter from The Home Depot Friday saying I did not fill out my LOA paper work correctly, and that they did not get any sort of doctors note. If I did not do this, they would assume that I did not want to work there any more. I had 15 days from the date of the letter to get them the proper paper work, or I am not a Home Depot employee any more. It took 11 days to get that letter to me. Now this is from the HR dept, in Atlanta, not my store. I called them right away saying I did everything I needed to do, on May 26th, and that I was told I was done and on leave. She said that my store did not transfer any of that information on to them. FRUSTRATING. She said that she could email me the paperwork that I need to fill out and I could just fax it in. That was Friday. As of this morning (and yes I have called them back about it) I still have not gotten the freaking email. I am getting really really irritated. I guess I will call them back this morning, request the email again, and wait 1 more day before I call my store to handle it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1844284486634779499?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1844284486634779499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1844284486634779499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1844284486634779499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1844284486634779499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-paper-work.html' title='Oh paper work'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5115429996538536699</id><published>2009-06-22T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:30:58.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks doctor update</title><content type='html'>So I had my ultra sound, non-stress test, and 35 week check up today. The ultra sound went well. He is estimated to be almost 7 pounds at this point. That is bigger than I was expecting, but the doctor is ok with it. My fluid level is still in the 20 ranges, which is just above normal. The non-stress test was fine. Good heart rate, only a few contractions, but nothing to worry about. Let me tell you how nice the quiet time is in that dark room. I actually like the time I get to listen to my little baby boys heart beating. It is our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to the doctors appointment. During the non-stress test the nurse checked my blood pressure, and it was a bit high. I guess they consider high for pregnancy 140/80, and it was 136/88. Don't forget that I am on meds that lower my blood pressure so I don't have contractions, so to have a "high" pressure on the meds was worrisome. She and I talked about any symptoms I have been having, and I mentioned to her that my stomach has been hurting for 2 days (not contractions, but sore to touch), and that I just don't feel right. I can not put my finger on what is wrong, I just feel weird. She did some reflex tests and she said that I am stiff, did not know that was a problem at the time. I knew where she was going with all of this... preeclampsia. She said she was going to have the nurse come back and recheck my blood pressure. She did, and it was a bit higher, I think 138/88, but had not gone down. Then it was off to the lab. They were going to draw some blood to get some base numbers to compare on if I get worse. Things I am to watch for are... blurry vision, flashes of light or floaters in my vision, headaches that wont go away, swelling in my hands and face. I am also not to skip my non-stress test on Thursday, they need to check my blood pressure again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is keeping an eye on me to see if my face is swelling, it is hard for me to notice changes in myself. He says that my lips have been swollen for 2 days, but I haven't noticed. I am worried. I looked it up on the internet, and some of the other symptoms are stiffness in joints (aka, my ankles were stiff in the office, so she said), lower back pain that is liver related (thought that I was just having a few contractions in my back), sudden weight gain (I gained 4 pounds last week alone). I am sure I am reading too much into all of this, but the fact that my doctor is worried, worries me. I can not help it. I don't want to be induced, I have talked about that before. What the hell else can go wrong with this pregnancy? Seriously?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5115429996538536699?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5115429996538536699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5115429996538536699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5115429996538536699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5115429996538536699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-weeks-doctor-update.html' title='This weeks doctor update'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6760229579868944502</id><published>2009-06-19T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:08:28.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG freaking doctors</title><content type='html'>I can not wait until I don't have to deal with doctors on a regular bases again. I have yet to hear from Bella's doctor, but in the mean time, she is almost all well. Her poop is on the way to normal, and her breath still stinks like death but the fever is gone. So that is good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a phone call from my OB doctors office today wondering why I have not gotten a second NST this week. The problem there is I have to go to the hospital in order to fit it in to John's work schedule. I found out Monday that I am being charged a minimum of $500.00 (before insurance of course) for each visit to the hospital. Bull shit. I will not be doing that again. I have an appointment on Monday at my OB office for a NST, ultrasound and regular 35 week visit. It can wait until then. I will go if there are any issues I feel we are having, but I an NOT  going to get bills like that in the mail for NST's!!!! Nope, not going to happen. The lady that called seemed to have a bit of an attitude about it, but unless she wants to pay that bill, then she can just keep her opinions to her freaking self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day off at the endocrinologist's office. The insulin is working, but he is making me do it all all meals and more units too. Only a few more weeks of this and I will be done. I am bruised all over on my right side from the injections. I am running out of places I can reach to inject on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is Randi's baby shower. SUPER EXCITED about it. Looking forward to seeing all the cute baby things she is going to get, and can not wait to see the family too. I am leaving Bella with the sitter, but am bringing Spencer. I feel sort of bad for not bringing bringing Bella, but she is too much for me to chase around being this pregnant, and being that far away from my hospital. I hope Spencer does not get too bored, but he wants to come. He is bringing my DS, so all should be good. The family will get to see his new hair do. I let him pick it out. He is growing up way to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Bella is in the corner pooping her brains out, so I should go. Should not have said her poop was turning back to normal, I just did myself in for that one!! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6760229579868944502?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6760229579868944502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6760229579868944502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6760229579868944502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6760229579868944502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-freaking-doctors.html' title='OMG freaking doctors'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7639320955907616527</id><published>2009-06-18T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:26:53.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh poop</title><content type='html'>So I took Bella in to the doctor yesterday. After waiting 50 minutes to get back into the room, and then at least 15 in the room for the doctor, we finally were seen. Turns out she has a very common virus called the Rota virus. He said it usually clears up by itself, but he wanted to make sure that this is what she has. How do you make sure you ask??? Poop sample. Oh yes, I got to spoon some of her poop into a cup this morning. These are the moments you don't read about in the brochure on parenting. John is very luck I am the stay at home mommy, because he could NOT have done that. Any way, I already think she is getting better, and I don't really want to pay the lab fees for this test, but to be sure I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7639320955907616527?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7639320955907616527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7639320955907616527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7639320955907616527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7639320955907616527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-poop.html' title='Oh poop'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3954026828286701376</id><published>2009-06-17T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:46:04.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick little girl</title><content type='html'>So Bella has had a fever for the last few days. I am sure it is because she is working on getting her 2 year molars. She has been pooping like crazy yesterday and today. I decided to call the doctor, and they said to bring her in today. I know the runs are from the apple juice. It is all that she will drink. She did not eat lunch yesterday, or dinner last night. She did eat some waffles this morning, and finally is eating some of a pot pie (her favorite) right now. I gave her some water and she is ok with that. She refuses to take any medicine, so it is hard to keep the fever away. Any way, we are going to the doctor today at 3:30. I am sure it is here teeth, but I am going to take her in just to make sure. I would hate for it to be something else and I just ignored it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3954026828286701376?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3954026828286701376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3954026828286701376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3954026828286701376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3954026828286701376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick-little-girl.html' title='Sick little girl'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-8387604857878043865</id><published>2009-06-13T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:24:50.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is new this week...</title><content type='html'>Well. Those of you that know me, know what has happened in the last few days with my finances. I am still in shock. The future is what I make of it now. The ball is in my court, I just have to keep up with it now. I CAN DO IT. I am super excited at this chance to regain control over my life. What a gift, to be able to be home with my family and not worry about how am I going to pay my bills!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I have focused on last minute touches. I went out and purchased hundreds of diapers yesterday. Today I got my hospital toiletries, and packed them in Jackson's diaper bag. His bag is ready to go. My bag is going to be harder to pre pack. The things I need in the hospital, are the same things I need every day. I will look for my bag tomorrow, and pack things like... slippers, socks, and baby book. I really don't know what more I can pack for now. I guess I can just leave everything else out so all I need to do is dump it in my bag. I am going to try to have my clothes clean all the time so again, I can just grab them. I am sure that when the time comes, we are going to need to rush out of the house. I just have the feeling this is going to be a quick labor, being my 3rd, and the fact that I live 30 minutes (without traffic) away from my hospital is freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if this baby doesn't come the day I stop taking my meds (June 27th), I am terrified he will choose to come while we are at Uncle Tom and Aunt Mary's house on the 4th. How horrible would that be. Number 1, I would hate for his birthday to be on the 4th of July. Number 2, it would take at least 2 hours to get home, and that is assuming there is 0 traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, live in the now, don't worry about things I can not control. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-8387604857878043865?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/8387604857878043865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=8387604857878043865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/8387604857878043865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/8387604857878043865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-new-this-week.html' title='What is new this week...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5447646005332713020</id><published>2009-06-10T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:44:25.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally was thinking today was it...</title><content type='html'>I woke up with lower back pain. I am still having lower back pain, 12 hours later. I have been having pressure down there for days now, but today it was really bad. Then there is the feeling that I just can not describe. It is the hardest thing to put physical symptoms into words some time. I was telling John that it is the same feeling I had the day I knew I was pregnant. I knew I was pregnant way before any test could tell me. It is a warm, tingle that starts in my lower pelvis back area and takes over my entire body. It makes me feel sort of light headed and weird. So hard to described it, but I have been getting that all afternoon. It almost takes my breath away. I have also been having regular contractions. They start in my back, and move around to my front and move to the top. They have been really strong too. Then, and this one sucks, I feel like I have to pee, but there is only a little bit there. I know that I don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt;, I was just at the doctor Monday, and they test you for that every time you go in. So, as you can see, I thought for sure today was the day. Not to say that today is still not going to be the day. I hope not, I am not ready. John says if my water breaks on the new chair, I am dead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about Jackson this morning. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dreamt&lt;/span&gt; that my mom, dad and I were at an antique store when my water broke. John got there and drove us to the hospital (we did not have a car for some reason). The next thing I knew, I had Jackson in my arms healthy and cute. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5447646005332713020?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5447646005332713020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5447646005332713020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5447646005332713020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5447646005332713020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-was-thinking-today-was-it.html' title='Totally was thinking today was it...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7298615289058179818</id><published>2009-06-09T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:48:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottom of the 9th</title><content type='html'>So just at the last minute, it looks like my finances are going to be ok. We have been given a miracle. I can not go into the details, but I am soooooo grateful for the people that have helped me and my family. I can not stop crying!!! I am in a state of shock, and don't know what to do with myself. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. There will never be anything I can do to show our gratitude, but please know how much you have helped us. No, saved us. Thank you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7298615289058179818?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7298615289058179818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7298615289058179818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7298615289058179818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7298615289058179818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/bottom-of-9th.html' title='Bottom of the 9th'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7825421772698606920</id><published>2009-06-08T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:09:02.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear lord, now what...</title><content type='html'>So I started out with the non-stress test. That went well. Then I saw MY DOCTOR. I made a point of making the appointment with her, and not a someone I did not have a relationship with. I went in with a list of questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION-Can I stop taking the meds that hold off the contractions at 36 weeks.       ANSWER- They like to stop the meds at 36 weeks!! Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION-Am I going to go into labor the day I quit taking the meds?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER- Some people do, most do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION- Does that mean that my husband and I can have "relations" at that point?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION- Am I going to need another ultrasound to see how big this baby is getting?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER- Yes, scheduled for next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION- I know that the non-stress test showed I was not having contractions, but I have been having lower back pain all day, and have been feeling pressure down stairs for a few days now.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER- Lets check your cervix.&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS- I have opened more... 2cm on the outside of my cervix and 1/2cm on the inside. Last time it was still closed on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;SIDE EFFECT OF THE RESULTS- Come in next Monday and have your cervix checked again to see what has happened all week. I may have to get the steroid shots for the babies lungs if next week I have progressed more. I just hope I last that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few more questions that were stupid, but I was just curious. OH, AND RANDI, NO THE BABY CAN NOT BREAK THE BAG OF WATER BY JUST PUSHING. DID NOT ASK IF IT COULD BREAK WITH A HARD SNEEZE THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one more thing we talked about... my blood sugar levels. Every time I go in, they change my meds. This time, no more pills, she is putting me on insulin shots. Damn. She says it will help keep the number from shooting from the 40's to the upper 170's. I find that I get super sick really quick without any notice, and when I try to fix it, I end up being too high. I hope she is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after leaving the appointment, the back pains got worse and I just don't feel right. I am sure it is because she checked me, but I am still uncomfortable. We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7825421772698606920?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7825421772698606920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7825421772698606920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7825421772698606920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7825421772698606920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-lord-now-what.html' title='Dear lord, now what...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5551723855535115625</id><published>2009-06-07T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:46:58.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33 week check up</title><content type='html'>So I have another non-stress test, and a doctors appointment tomorrow. I am actually excited about the visit. I only hope she wants to check my cervix. I am &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to see if I have changed in the last few days. I have had a ton of pressure down there, and some contractions. Actually having one right now!! I think this one is because I have to pee. Be right back... ok, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want this pregnancy to end. I am super sad that I will never have a baby again. That is such a depressing thought. I love being pregnant, even if it is super uncomfortable and expensive. I really do love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the babies room is done. John is picking up the blanket right now, and I am getting the bumper pad tomorrow from my mom. I still have to frame the picture from R&amp;amp;K, but other than that, it is done. OOOPPPSSS, just remembered I have yet to put his clothes away. That will be fun. I can do that tomorrow. I have a cold, so I was on the couch with my sick baby girl all day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5551723855535115625?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5551723855535115625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5551723855535115625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5551723855535115625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5551723855535115625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/33-week-check-up.html' title='33 week check up'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-909002390237682191</id><published>2009-06-07T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:20:11.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>49 days until my due date!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-909002390237682191?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/909002390237682191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=909002390237682191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/909002390237682191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/909002390237682191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/49-days-until-my-due-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6271569571478977471</id><published>2009-06-05T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:55:26.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, sooo. oh never mind.</title><content type='html'>I am bored. So bored. Looking forward to something new to happen. SSSOOO bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6271569571478977471?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6271569571478977471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6271569571478977471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6271569571478977471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6271569571478977471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-sooo-oh-never-mind.html' title='Um, sooo. oh never mind.'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1075044151960326518</id><published>2009-06-02T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:55:05.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Ol' Baby</title><content type='html'>So I have decided that this baby is going to make a break for it. He is just going to push his way out. He pushes so hard when he is turning around. Super crazy. I have tried to see if it is even possible for a baby to push hard enough to break the bag of water, but according to every thing I read, there is no proof. I am convinced it is going to happen. I just hope I am not on our new bed or recliner when it happens!! He seems to push the hardest when I have been walking around for a little bit, so I am sure I will be in the middle of Target or some where like that, and he will just push super hard and break it. The thing about that though, I have an excess of fluid, so when my water breaks, MY WATER WILL BREAK!!!! I am sure there will be no question when it does break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I go to my regular 2 week check up on Tuesday, I am going to ask when she wants me to stop taking the meds that are keeping me from contracting. I have put a lot of thought into it, and my bet is that she will let me stop taking them around 36 weeks. Why the theory you ask... gestational diabetes causes babies to grow at a rapid pace, and the bigger the baby, the harder it is to deliver. If that is what she wants (or allows) this baby could be here around June 27th. Lets do the math... 27-2=25 days!!!!! I know I had said something about a full moon on June 22, but I was wrong. It is a new moon 6-22, full moon is June 7th, and July 7th. Ok, so here is my new prediction... She will let me stop taking the meds at my 36 week, June 27th. I will have contractions for a few days, but nothing will come of them. I will then go into labor the morning we are to go to Uncle Toms house, aka 4th of July, ruining the entire day. Who knows. Stop thinking about it so much, and just live it Cori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1075044151960326518?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1075044151960326518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1075044151960326518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1075044151960326518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1075044151960326518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-ol-baby.html' title='Big Ol&apos; Baby'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6864648757480354558</id><published>2009-05-31T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:17:46.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow is the first of 6 non stress tests (aka NST's) I will have this month. I guess it is just is hooking a monitor up to me measuring contractions and fetal heart rate. 30 minutes, and I will be going alone. I am looking forward to the time away. Depending on how I am feeling (my legs have been acting up the last few days) I may go get some rope from work for the baby's room. Goes with the nautical theme. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested to see if I am having contractions that I am not feeling. I have had maybe 1 or 2 a day the last few days, so that is good. I have until 35 weeks before they will not stop labor, and that is officially less than 3 weeks now. June 22 I will be 35 weeks and 2 days, and I have a doctors appointment that day. On top of that, FULL MOON. I have a feeling, that is going to be the day. I am probably wrong, but that is my gut feeling as of today. That will put me just past the 30 days that the OB nurse at the hospital said I would last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polyhydramnios that I have (aka, too much amniotic fluid) is starting to become painful. I think between the combo of the poly, the gestational diabetes, and the changing cervix because of contractions, I am a goner by the end of June for sure. We sure do want to make it for the 4th of July though, without giving birth on the side of the freeway on the drive home!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6864648757480354558?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6864648757480354558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6864648757480354558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6864648757480354558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6864648757480354558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5551560801567278451</id><published>2009-05-30T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:30:51.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's new bed</title><content type='html'>So here is Bella's new bed. I love the head board, but I wish I had better bedding. The sheets are too big for it, turns out the mattress is super thin, causing the right size sheets to be too big. I don't think I like the color of sheets either. I think white sheets would work better. She needs a bed skirt and comforter too. Maybe later, but that is going to cost too much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SiD70J703aI/AAAAAAAAAik/18xywNuJ4Hs/s1600-h/az+710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341546031500025250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SiD70J703aI/AAAAAAAAAik/18xywNuJ4Hs/s400/az+710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SiD7zyEikKI/AAAAAAAAAic/uWMa36COE2M/s1600-h/az+709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341546025094123682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SiD7zyEikKI/AAAAAAAAAic/uWMa36COE2M/s400/az+709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5551560801567278451?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5551560801567278451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5551560801567278451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5551560801567278451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5551560801567278451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/bellas-new-bed.html' title='Bella&apos;s new bed'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SiD70J703aI/AAAAAAAAAik/18xywNuJ4Hs/s72-c/az+710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5324399595351543615</id><published>2009-05-28T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:33:26.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin/Full</title><content type='html'>I am super bad at remembering which one is smaller. I ended up getting sheets for Bella's new bed, but they are too big. I am getting some from Cathy tonight, with a comforter too. I hope those sheets fit, or I will have to go back to the store. And I don't want to do that!! I will take pictures of her new bed and post them if the bed works out. Super excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5324399595351543615?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5324399595351543615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5324399595351543615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5324399595351543615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5324399595351543615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/twinfull.html' title='Twin/Full'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3847911994876370577</id><published>2009-05-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:53:51.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>So, this is a duh point, but... OMG I am having a freaking baby!!!! I am going to be the mother of 3 in no more than 59 days. The closer it gets, and damn it is close, the more real it is getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think this being my 3rd baby, I would realize I am having a child. There is a difference in having a baby, and bringing home a child. Just think about it. Think back to your first baby. You did not realize that you were going to have a child until that baby was in your arms and is your responsibility. Right? While pregnant, you can only think of the baby. Well, I can not help but think of this child that I am going to have. I think having a 2 1/2 year old helps me realize that this baby is not going to be a baby for more than a few months, and that he is a child that needs to be raised. STRESSFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have already messed up poor Bella, what if I mess this one up too?!?! Oh Lord, help me be a patient, caring mother of 3. Cuz, I am not the patient mother of 2, that's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3847911994876370577?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3847911994876370577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3847911994876370577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3847911994876370577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3847911994876370577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7355988922410739365</id><published>2009-05-27T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:13:24.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOA</title><content type='html'>So as of today, I am officially on LOA at The Home Depot. I have to wait the 2 week waiting period before I will get any sort of money, but they will back pay me for the 2 weeks. That is going to be soooo helpful. John is going to call his supplemental insurance company tomorrow ( if he has the time ) and see if I qualify for anything with them too. Chances are I will not, but it doesn't hurt to look into it. I think I will have to end up in the hospital before I get anything from them. But if the baby comes early, they will reimburse me for his time in the hospital too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished one of the paintings in Jackson's room. It turned out super cute. Tomorrow night I will start on the second painting. I think I will finish Bella's head/foot board tomorrow while she is napping. Unless I feel like a nap, naps always win over working!!!! I have all the time in the world now, so I don't have to stress about when I can fit these things in. My legs did so good today. No swelling, and no pain. This staying home and not lifting a finger is working out just right. Now if only John would go get me some freaking doughnuts!!! Jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7355988922410739365?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7355988922410739365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7355988922410739365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7355988922410739365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7355988922410739365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/loa.html' title='LOA'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-690179157602996542</id><published>2009-05-25T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:55:54.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it easy, yeah right.</title><content type='html'>Do you know how freaking hard it is to ''take it easy''? I always thought I was lazy, until I was told to sit around and do nothing. It is very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we decided to go for a small car trip to Ocean Shores. We could not get to Coulee, so it was a replacement trip. Was not even close to as good. I sat around in the sand, and did a bit of walking. The waking kicked my ass. It is super crazy how quickly I get pooped. Today my mommy took me shopping for the last few things I needed for the baby. We got the rest of the fabric for the bumper pad, nipple pads for when I am breast feeding, changing table cover, and some cute things for the bedroom. That room is going to look so freaking good, I can not wait. When I got home, after sitting for a bit, I got started on some of the painting that needs to get done in there. Looking good so far, lots to do still. Then after a small nap and some quality time with my feet up, I decided to get started on Bella's headboard. I am currently in the process of painting it, but it is drying. I am not as happy with it as I had hoped I would be. I took my time, but still I feel it is half assed. Don't worry, when the bed is together and in her room, I will post pictures. I will be done with it tomorrow. Ok, I should be done with it tomorrow. I hope. After the kids go to bed, John is going to bring the dresser in, and I am going to paint it in the living room. Wish me luck, because I have already dropped a freaking gallon of paint in the grass. Paint was everywhere! The neighbors got a good ear full of some choice words. And yes, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point... sitting around is super tough to do. I no longer have ankles. No, I now have kankles. I am sick of not being able to stand for longer than 5 minutes. They were so big today, I literally could not bend them. My toes are one big sold toe now. Super sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-690179157602996542?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/690179157602996542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=690179157602996542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/690179157602996542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/690179157602996542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-it-easy-yeah-right.html' title='Taking it easy, yeah right.'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-4362218935245381772</id><published>2009-05-22T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:44:22.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What!!!</title><content type='html'>So, my due date is only 65 days away!!! I went to work yesterday and talked to them about somethings, then called my doctor (at works request) and it would appear that I am going to be on my official leave of absents as of Tuesday. I still need the doctors final ok, but according to the nurse I spoke to yesterday, that should not be an issue with the problems I have been having. It is just best for baby Jack if mommy is super lazy for the next 65 days. As soon as I get that note from my doctor, I can start getting my short term disability. That will be very helpful. As of right now, I have worked 4 hours in the 14 days. Yea, that is going to be a 50.00$ paycheck. Big money. I will make way more on disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG GUESS WHAT!!! Ashley and Tim did the most wonderful thing yesterday!!! They bought the baby a car seat/stroller travel system!!! I was sooooo excited, I could not help but cry my brains out, for like 30 minutes. I put it together last night, and it is PERFECT. I love it. Monday my mommy is going to take me to get the last few things we need... a few bottles, crib sheets (found the perfect ones too!!), and fabric to cover Spencer's old bumper pad. After that, I will only need a diaper bag, and my neighbor Kyla is picking up the tab on that one!!! I am soooo freaking blessed. I would have to say that that cup is filling up, and rather quickly too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is really disappointed that we are not going to Coulee today, as am I, but it is for the best. Financially and physically for me. I can not be that far away from my hospital right now. We decided we would find a beach around here (within 2 hours of the hospital, I feel that is safe) and go beach combing. Don't worry, we are taking the neighbors, and they know how to deliver babies!!!! We are going to pack a lunch, plus snacks, and just go for the day. I hope to find some inexpensive trinkets for Jacks room. I hear that the town we are going to is having a huge town garage sale, PERFECT. I love going to garage sales!! I will just have to keep an eye on my body and what it is telling me. I will be out of commission the next day, I know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-4362218935245381772?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/4362218935245381772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=4362218935245381772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4362218935245381772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4362218935245381772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/what.html' title='What!!!'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6711077639313597449</id><published>2009-05-20T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:57:27.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can not stop thinking</title><content type='html'>I just keep thinking about what the OB nurse said to me... "this baby will be here in 30 days". 30 days, that was 6 days ago. I am scared to death right now. I don't talk about God that often, and I don't admit to praying, but I do. I also thank God when things go my way, I think it is good to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I know I ask for alot out of life, but really only one thing matters right now. Please let this little boy of mine stay safe inside of me for at least 5 more weeks. 35 days. That is what he and I need. I don't think I am strong enough to have a sick baby. I know I am not strong enough to leave my baby at the hospital all alone. All the other things facing me right now, I will deal with. I am strong enough for that, but please let my baby boy be healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6711077639313597449?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6711077639313597449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6711077639313597449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6711077639313597449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6711077639313597449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-not-stop-thinking.html' title='Can not stop thinking'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1962634374325517428</id><published>2009-05-18T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:22:23.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess where I went today...</title><content type='html'>That's right, I went to the doctor. Again. This time it was a scheduled appointment. Let me vent for a second, if you will. I love my doctor. I really do, however, I hate that they make you see every doctor that works in their practice. I wish I could see Dr. Sears, and only Dr. Sears. Today I saw a woman I have not seen before. She walked in and got in my face telling me that if I don't get my blood sugar in check my baby could end up in the NICU when he is born. She made me feel like the worlds worst mother. The fact of the matter is, we have no money. I eat what we have. Things have never been so tight around here, and I can not go out and buy a special diet for myself. I can hardly afford to feed the 2 that are on the outside!! I told her this, and she sort of eased off of my case, but still I felt like a horrible mommy. That was the point that she told me I was going on insulin pills. Lets recap... blood pressure meds to stop the contractions, and now insulin. Damn, I feel like a little old lady. Did I mention I live on Zantac too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, she checked my cervix, and all is good there. Nothing has changed since going home from the hospital. That is good news. I tried to get an answer on the work or don't work thing, and got freaking no where. I just wish they would just give me an answer already. Every week that goes by, they put me on the schedule at work. That is 5 shifts that they will need to cover if all of a sudden my doctor says I can not work. I have already missed like 2 weeks because of all of this. I don't have any sick or vacation time left. At this point I will make more money staying home living off of the short term disability, than playing the work or don't work game. I really wish they would just say... your done working. Then they would not have to cover my ass at work, and I could actually bring home some money. Any way, she said to work Wednesday (it is the only day I am scheduled this next week (Wed-Sun) because I requested the time off for Memorial Weekend to go to Grand Coulee. Now, because I can not be that far away from the hospital, we are not going), and take my "vacation" easy. I have an appointment next Tuesday, and at that point I will see another doctor that I don't know (and that won't know my case). I am going to flat out tell them at that point that I should just be off work. They all keep saying I should be at home taking it easy, they why the hell am I going back to work?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, when is the glass going to be half full? It has been on the empty side for a bit too long. I can only keep up the happy go lucky facade for so long. It is every aspect of my life... money, health, parents, money. The only bright light in my life... my wonderful husband and beautiful children. If I can just be with them, and not face reality, it is a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1962634374325517428?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1962634374325517428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1962634374325517428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1962634374325517428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1962634374325517428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-where-i-went-today.html' title='Guess where I went today...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5508828356404722860</id><published>2009-05-17T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:49:11.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>So, I did not get a darn thing done today. Oh well. Tomorrow I have my doctors appointment, and we plan on bug bombing the house, so we will have to stay in town for a bit. I need to get the rest of the fabric for the babies bedding, and take it to my mother-in-law, so we will do that too. After that, we NEED to get going on the head board and dresser. My only concern, the heat was too much to do it outside today. I think the basement will be wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do the laundry!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5508828356404722860?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5508828356404722860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5508828356404722860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5508828356404722860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5508828356404722860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3703867685629331864</id><published>2009-05-16T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:54:07.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do this weekend...</title><content type='html'>Well, I am not really aloud to do anything, but... John is going to bring Bella's new headboard up from the basement and Jackson's dresser too. This way we can paint outside without the fumes. Keeping Bella out of it may be a problem thought. I can paint these things while sitting in a chair, so it is not a big deal if I do it. Plus, being outside is better too. Once we get that done, (seeing that today is John's Friday, and I am running low on time here) we will do the touch up paint in Jackson's room. There are only a handful of spots that need fixed. No big whoop. Then I can draw out the lighthouse and flags. If I don't paint them in the next few days, it will be ok. That is alot of work, and I don't need to over do it. Again, I can sit to paint the lighthouse, but I will need to stand to paint the flags. I am spelling his name out in nautical flags, and there is some detail to it. I want it to be perfect, so I want to take my time. If I need, I can have my husband paint them, but he and I have 2 different views of perfect. No, I will paint them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other plan I have, is to work on the tan. Now that is doctor recommended!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3703867685629331864?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3703867685629331864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3703867685629331864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3703867685629331864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3703867685629331864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-to-do-this-weekend.html' title='Things to do this weekend...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6685549553374776082</id><published>2009-05-15T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:05:43.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DDDRRRAAAMMMAAA</title><content type='html'>Ok... update...again. So Thursday started, and midway through was, normal enough. I had called the doctor like I mentioned, at 8:30, and finally I got a call back at 3:30. My question for them was should I stop taking the BP meds, change them or just deal with it. Her response was... are you having contractions still? I had to admit that I had had a few that afternoon. She said she wanted me to (as usual) lay on my left side, and drink 2 big glasses of water. If I had 4 or more in an hour, I was to go to the hospital. Well, guess what happened? That's right, I had 6 in an hour, and by the time we found a baby sitter, I took a shower, and were in the car, I was having them more often. I still thought it was stupid to be going to the hospital, especially since I was scheduled to work at 6:30, but I went. Had to humor the husband and OB nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, the nurse made me get in a gown, and hooked me up to the monitors. I was having them like every 5 minutes, but for some reason they were not showing up on the monitor. It did not make any sense to me, and I don't think the nurse thought I was telling the truth. I decided to move the monitor to where I was feeling the contractions (after she left the room) and sure enough, they started showing up. She came back in and did the same swab test that was done in the doctors office last week, and then checked my cervix. My cervix is still closed on the inside, but is open to 1 1/2 cm on the outside, and according to them, is super soft and thin. That's when they decided it was time to deal with the contractions, and gave me a super strong and quick dose of the meds I am already on. It seemed to work, at first. Turns out I had to take a second dose within a specific time, and the nurse did not get the pill to me on time. My contractions that had stopped, kicked in super hard and under 2 minutes apart. I was scared. I thought it was over. The second pill slowed them down, but it took a shot of something else to stop them completely. We checked in to the hospital at like 5, and did not get to leave until 11. The shot they gave me had a side effect, she said it would feel like I had 2 too many cups of coffee, but it was like 10 too many cups. It was gross, did not care for it at all. But it worked, and very quick. They stopped 100% within 10 minutes, at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are telling me that they don't think I was in preterm labor, but that I was having preterm contractions that lead to labor. AKA, good thing I went in. In the mean time, I have been told that I will not be going back to work this week, and at my appointment on Monday we will discuss if I will be going back at all. Also they upped my dosage of meds from 30mg twice a day, to 60mg twice a day. I am not all that convinced that I will be going back to work, but that is not up to me. I am also being told that this baby will most likely be here in the next 30 days. I am not due for 70 days. I am freaking out. Too much to do still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6685549553374776082?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6685549553374776082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6685549553374776082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6685549553374776082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6685549553374776082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/dddrrraaammmaaa.html' title='DDDRRRAAAMMMAAA'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-238063733731140647</id><published>2009-05-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:02:54.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting, waiting, waiting</title><content type='html'>So I worked last night on the bp meds, and my legs started turning red, and purple. They did not really swell or get all that hot, but the color was disturbing. I have put a call into the doctor about it already (around 8:30am), so I am sure I will hear from them around 4pm tonight!!! My problem now... if they don't call in the next hour or so, I will have to take the pill for the day, and will have to deal with it again tonight. Last night I ended up sitting at self checkout for 2.5 hours, and only walked around for 1.5 hours. Tonight I am scheduled as a cashier, so I will either make signs, or work at SCO again. Either way you look at it, I will be sitting down the majority of the time. Tomorrow, however, I am head cashiering, so I will be on my feet for 4.5 hours. I really hope they call in order of who called them, I had to have been one of the first to call today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-238063733731140647?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/238063733731140647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=238063733731140647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/238063733731140647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/238063733731140647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting-waiting-waiting.html' title='Waiting, waiting, waiting'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2787618877455159311</id><published>2009-05-13T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:13:48.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, that is it</title><content type='html'>So it just dawned on me the feelings that I have been having. I feel like I am being robbed of my last pregnancy. I feel like I can not do any of the things that a normal pregnant woman can do. I can not just have ice cream, or go for a hike with the family, or even finish the babies room. I like people to fuss over me while I am pregnant,  but not in the way they are doing it now. I don't like being told "you can't do that", I hate knowing I can not lift that, or push this. This is my last pregnancy, and it is special to me because of that. Each of my pregnancies have been special, but this being my last, I wanted certain things from it. I wanted to spontaneously go into labor, and have the daily worries of when it is going to happen (but not at 28 weeks). I wanted to have the cute pregnancy clothes, but when you are on the couch all day, what is the freaking point. I am just glad that we decided before getting pregnant, that this was going to be our last pregnancy. I don't think it wise to have anymore pregnancies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2787618877455159311?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2787618877455159311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2787618877455159311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2787618877455159311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2787618877455159311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-yeah-that-is-it.html' title='Oh yeah, that is it'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-699916179707820098</id><published>2009-05-13T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:47:44.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickest weekend ever...</title><content type='html'>So today is my Monday. I hate Monday. The meds I am on for the contractions has a horrible side effect... it causes all the blood to rush to my legs whenever I stand up for longer for 2 minutes. They turn beet red, pound and get really hot. The only way it goes away, is when I sit and put my legs up. Now how the hell am I going to deal with that one?!?!?! When is this madness going to end? I am going to work tonight, as usual, and see how it goes. If it becomes an issue, I will call the doctor tomorrow morning and see if they want me to continue taking the meds. The contractions have stopped, but that could just be the meds. What to do, what to do. I know my blood pressure is ok, I had Mark come over Sunday night and check it when my legs were the worst, and he said it is normal. John keeps saying "your going to be on bed rest soon", but I just think being home taking it easy, like I have the last 2 days, will be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-699916179707820098?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/699916179707820098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=699916179707820098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/699916179707820098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/699916179707820098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/quickest-weekend-ever.html' title='Quickest weekend ever...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3544761984259700004</id><published>2009-05-11T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:37:15.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shouldn't you be working?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3544761984259700004?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3544761984259700004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3544761984259700004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3544761984259700004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3544761984259700004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/shouldnt-you-be-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3374566508392704282</id><published>2009-05-10T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:23:28.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers day 2009</title><content type='html'>My mothers day started at 4:45am when I woke up 15 minutes before my alarm clock went off. I hate that. I got up, took a long shower, and got ready for my long day. I had to work 6:30-3:30. It went really well though, I was worried I would be really sore or tired but it went well. Even with my cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is really cool about the fact that I am not all that mobile right now. The only down side to working most of the day, is my legs turn really red and start to swell the second I stand up. When John saw them, he could only say... "your not going to be working much longer". I think he is right. They get really hot, and turn red like a bad sun burn. I guess that means I have to sit on the recliner the rest of the night. Darn. Ps, I have had a few very strong contractions in the last few hours, don't tell John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mothers day my boys cleaned out the green house for me, and bought me seeds and dirt. They worked very hard for many days on it. It looks sooo good in there. I have never been in there before, I was afraid of the spiders. They were too, so they bug bombed the day before they cleaned it out. Now it is bug free, for now. Anyway, Spencer and I were going to plant some of the seeds, but with what my legs are doing, John is going to take him for a bike ride to keep him busy until bed time. Maybe he will forget, yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3374566508392704282?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3374566508392704282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3374566508392704282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3374566508392704282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3374566508392704282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html' title='Mothers day 2009'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-8104842061922789710</id><published>2009-05-09T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:01:20.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's bad mood</title><content type='html'>I am in such a bad mood. I wish I could just go to bed and not be bothered for the day. The kids are driving me nuts, and I don't feel good. I really wish I had taken Brandy up on not working the rest of the week. Oh well, how was I to know I would get a cold. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-8104842061922789710?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/8104842061922789710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=8104842061922789710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/8104842061922789710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/8104842061922789710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommys-bad-mood.html' title='Mommy&apos;s bad mood'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-4395376806411091801</id><published>2009-05-07T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:36:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, here goes.</title><content type='html'>So someone at my doctors office called. They say I can go back to work, but they want me to wait until Saturday. To be honest, I am not all the convinced that my doctor wants me to go to work. I got the feeling on Tuesday that she wanted me to not work again at all. But I told her that we are having some money issues, and that I just can not afford to not work right now. She understood. I am sure if it gets ANY worse, I will not be working much longer. I want to keep a positive attitude about it, but it is so hard to think that going there could do some damage to my baby boy. Stress stress stress, every where I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-4395376806411091801?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/4395376806411091801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=4395376806411091801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4395376806411091801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4395376806411091801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-here-goes.html' title='Ok, here goes.'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5859033898083052658</id><published>2009-05-07T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:38:58.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still waiting!! I know, patients is a virtue. Ps, I was not having contractions until a little bit ago, and now I have had 3 in the last 60 minutes. Don't tell John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5859033898083052658?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5859033898083052658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5859033898083052658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5859033898083052658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5859033898083052658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-waiting-i-know-patients-is-virtue.html' title=''/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1690682324914857323</id><published>2009-05-06T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:42:08.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>So I really don't know any more now than I did earlier. I do know that my cervix has not gotten any more thin, nor has it opened any more in the last 24 hours. That is a very good thing. I also know that the ultrasound tech said that it looks good on the inside. Also, I know that my fluid level is really high again, at 23. Again 8-20 is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I mentioned this in the last blog today, but I feel as if the baby (aka I) have dropped. My stomach has changed shape, and is now lower and smaller. That worried my doctor, but the fact that my cervix has not changed is a good thing. I am not to go to work tomorrow, but will know about future work when we get the results of the swab test tomorrow. They know how much I want to hear from them about it, but I don't anticipate hearing from them any time before lunch, only because it is a 24 hour test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again... I don't know much more. There are no real answers for me at this point. We will see about working when we get the results back tomorrow. I don't think she wants me working thought. We are looking at our supplemental insurance, and getting reimbursed for not working from them. I also have short term disability with my work, so I will be cashing that in as soon as I am put on leave. Tune in tomorrow for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1690682324914857323?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1690682324914857323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1690682324914857323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1690682324914857323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1690682324914857323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2398092139231282377</id><published>2009-05-06T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:40:44.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>So the back pain has slowed down. I am still getting a few now and then, but not like yesterday. The trade off... I am getting full on contractions. They are not consistent, but they are there, and have been all morning. I am scared. This baby can not come this early. I read up on what the test the doctor is going to run today is. They take a swab to my cervix, and that will tell them if I am going to give birth within the next 2 weeks or not. This test takes 24 hours to come back, so we will not know until tomorrow, at the earliest. I assume they consider that an ASAP sort of test, so I hope to hear from them right away. I hope to know about the ultrasound today. I don't see why they can not answer that question today. I know they are there until 5, and my appointment is at 4, so that is enough time to do it and read it. In my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog more about it all tonight after my appointment. I am sure I will be stuck on the couch, and will have nothing else to do anyway!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2398092139231282377?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2398092139231282377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2398092139231282377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2398092139231282377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2398092139231282377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-8862210994875299642</id><published>2009-05-05T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:02:00.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up date on my pregnancy</title><content type='html'>I have been having contractions since Sunday night. I don't know what has started them, I just know I am dealing them now. I had my 28week appointment today, so I waited until my appointment time to go in, however, I should have gone in this morning when the back pain started. Turns out my cervix is shortening, and the outside is opening. I have to go in for some tests tomorrow, and you guessed it, another ultrasound. I have been put on meds to stop the contractions, and we are going to make the bed rest call tomorrow after they get a look at the ultrasound. I knew something was wrong. I just knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractions have slowed down, they were every 10 minutes, all day long. Now they are one or two an hour. The pills must be working. I am super worried. How am I going to be a mommy if I am stuck in bed. How am I going to pay my bills? Looks like Grand Coulee is off for us this year too. I am just glad I made it through Spencer's birthday party without any problems. My doctors goal as of right now, is to get me to 35 weeks, then let my body take over at that point. For those of you doing the math, that is 6 1/2 weeks. 6 1/2 FREAKING WEEKS. The baby's room is not ready. I have not finished Bella's bed, she is still sleeping on the crib mattress. I am freaking out. I knew this was going to happen, I called it along time ago. I said I had 30 weeks to get it done, and here I am at 28 1/2, and my time is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-8862210994875299642?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/8862210994875299642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=8862210994875299642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/8862210994875299642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/8862210994875299642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/up-date-on-my-pregnancy.html' title='Up date on my pregnancy'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6135739296622130299</id><published>2009-05-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:32:55.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big party</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow is Spencer's 7th birthday party. Wow. 7th birthday party. My baby is getting so old. It makes me sad to even look at his young man face. I still sneak into his room every night at look at him sleeping. That is when he still looks like my baby. I miss the baby Spencer. What a delightful little boy that was. He still is, but it is different now. Now I am always wrong, guess I should get use to that one though. Any day now I will be embarrassing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, as I am sure you know, I have been cleaning all week. Well, to be honest, the house was fairly clean from the painting party still. I did so much deep cleaning with that party, that this in only surface cleaning. John got the yard done yesterday, and the porch is all cleaned off. I have to work tonight, but I should have most of my work done by then. I think I will save cleaning the floors until tomorrow, and decorating. Decorating is the best part!!!! I thought ahead this year, and the party is not until 4pm tomorrow. I will have all freaking day to get the last minute touches done. I just wish John had tomorrow off, but he has to work until 2ish. Then he has to pick up Uncle Tim and all the balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years theme... A night at the movies. It is a sleep over. We have a movie projector and a popcorn machine on the way. The party starts at 4, but the sleep over portion is starting at 7. That way kids can come to the party, but don't have to stay for the sleepover. I gave the kids 3 choices of movies, but there is only time for 2. The Dog Hotel, The Sandlot, and Kung Fu Panda. I hope they choose The Sandlot, that movie is soooo funny, and it is right at their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOPS, first batch of cupcakes are done, have to go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6135739296622130299?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6135739296622130299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6135739296622130299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6135739296622130299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6135739296622130299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-party.html' title='The big party'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3349970629442911773</id><published>2009-04-28T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:48:14.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>So I decided that I am going to have a family meeting tonight. (If for some reason you are reading this and you work with my husband, do not run and tell him, please) I have been frustrated with the way the house looks. It is not all John, oh no, there are 2 other little people that are trashing this place too, however, only one of the two can do anything about it without being told. I worked my fingers to the bone last week getting the house ready for the painting party, and it was very clean. Not so much now. Really it is just minor maintenance at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be 7 months pregnant in a few days, and I am tired. I am heavy, and should be taking it easy with the troubles we have been having with this pregnancy. I say that, but find that I am still doing all the work I usually do, if not more. I find that near the end of my pregnancies I am a better cleaner than when I am not pregnant, only natural. I have a constant list of things to do going on in my head, as well as on paper (and chalk board too!!). I need more help, and I am going to talk to my boys about it tonight at dinner. We all need to pull together as a family, more now then ever.  I enjoy a clean house, as does my husband, and love waking up, coming down stairs and looking at my beautifully clean house. Now, please DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME, my husband is a wonderful person, who helps me when I ask. He may lack the detailed point of view that I hold, but he is a great helper. That being said, I know he possesses the power to give me a bit more help at this point in our lives. As for the boy, he just needs to stop thinking I am his GD maid!!! If I find one more pair of underwear just lying on the living room floor because someone else will take care of it, I am going to shove them up his butt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go the "mommy is on strike" route, and see how long it took them to get the hint, but that wont solve any problems, it will only get the house cleaned for me once. That is is not what I am looking for. I just want a little help now and then. You know that little things. If the trash is full, take it out. If you are going to eat that bag of chips, throw the empty one away, or put the bag back in the pantry. If the laundry is getting out of control, do a load. If it is folded, and looks like all it needs is put away, then put it away. I worked really hard at keeping the house picked up after that painting party. It was nice to not have to clean the house all week, because it was always clean. That is what I am looking for. If my parents can do it, so can we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3349970629442911773?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3349970629442911773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3349970629442911773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3349970629442911773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3349970629442911773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6675878473674405304</id><published>2009-04-25T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:39:36.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Why is it that kids only wake up early on the days that you can sleep in? Bella woke up the first time at 6:30. John wasn't even up for work yet at that time. I went in her room to try to put her back down, thinking that it would not work, but it did. However, it only worked until 7:30. Oh well. I pulled her into my bed and got 30 more minutes. It sucks because today is my full day, so I can not take a nap, and I work until 10:30 tonight. That is late when you are running on 7 hours of sleep, and 27 weeks pregnant. Maybe I can lay down on the couch and doze off for an hour before I have to get ready for work. I can also take a nap on the couch at work on my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am going to take a half awake half asleep nap. You know, the kind where you hear the front door open, but miss out on what is on tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6675878473674405304?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6675878473674405304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6675878473674405304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6675878473674405304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6675878473674405304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7786309554256274719</id><published>2009-04-23T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:34:37.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, the doctor called</title><content type='html'>I had to call them and leave a message, but they called back, and before the end of the day too!!! Shocked, me too. Any way, according to the nurse (the doctor has yet to even look at the results), she says that he is larger than he should be, but is still in the normal range. Also, placenta and cervix look perfect. The fluid is on the high end, but again, is in the normal range. She does not see a need for me to go in to have anymore ultrasounds as of right now, but again, the doctor has not even read the results so that could change. My next ob visit is on Tuesday the 5th, so I will hear from Dr. Sears then. Until then, life as normal, watching what I eat, checking my blood sugar 4 times a day, and getting some more exercise. Going to start hitting the 5 pound weights, and walking to pick the boy up from school now that the weather is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7786309554256274719?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7786309554256274719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7786309554256274719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7786309554256274719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7786309554256274719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-doctor-called.html' title='Ok, the doctor called'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6707320555394410513</id><published>2009-04-23T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:58:49.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's new room</title><content type='html'>Ok, here it is!!!! Bella's beautiful new bedroom!! I could not have done it without my mom, Amber, Jessie and Kyla. She loves loves loves this room. As a matter of fact, she is up there right now playing. She never wants to leave!! It is too cute. I made the decision to hold off on putting the big girl mattress on the floor, it is not cute that way, so we brought up Spencer's toddler bed, and put the crib mattress in it for now. My in-laws have a head board and foot board at the ocean that I just need to pick up. I guess all it needs is painted, and it is going to be perfect. I can not wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpJIKcdsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Ke-gwmb5Xqw/s1600-h/bellas+new+room+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327944333454505666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpJIKcdsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Ke-gwmb5Xqw/s400/bellas+new+room+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpJEbXMjI/AAAAAAAAAhs/OxXykQIcfVw/s1600-h/bellas+new+room+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327944332451721778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpJEbXMjI/AAAAAAAAAhs/OxXykQIcfVw/s400/bellas+new+room+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the toy room (the open door to the right). It is perfectly clean and organized, excluding the bit of chalk on the floor there. The other doors are a second closet. Nothing in there right now. I am putting her clothes in the toy room. Just inside the door on the left is a regular closet that has shelves and a place to hang clothes. It is where I had Spencer's clothes when this was his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpD5E5xfI/AAAAAAAAAhk/LtdYW0vX84Q/s1600-h/bellas+new+room+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327944243505382898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpD5E5xfI/AAAAAAAAAhk/LtdYW0vX84Q/s400/bellas+new+room+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is the door to the hall. Jackson's room is right across the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpD7GHTvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/BOxl4HEETLg/s1600-h/bellas+new+room+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327944244047335154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpD7GHTvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/BOxl4HEETLg/s400/bellas+new+room+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On of the many closets in there. Nothing but stuffed animals in there for now, but I would love to line the floor with 2-3 inch foam and make it a big bed for sleepovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpDqkNTVI/AAAAAAAAAhU/apghrCY6O7Q/s1600-h/bellas+new+room+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327944239610154322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpDqkNTVI/AAAAAAAAAhU/apghrCY6O7Q/s400/bellas+new+room+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Same closet, different shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpDVHCs4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/VvS0Frepao4/s1600-h/bellas+new+room+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327944233850680194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpDVHCs4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/VvS0Frepao4/s400/bellas+new+room+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of Bella's pretty dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpDSy8l-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/cVNbjrX2YRo/s1600-h/bellas+new+room+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327944233229522914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpDSy8l-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/cVNbjrX2YRo/s400/bellas+new+room+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her tiny little bed. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6707320555394410513?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6707320555394410513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6707320555394410513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6707320555394410513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6707320555394410513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/bellas-new-room.html' title='Bella&apos;s new room'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SfCpJIKcdsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Ke-gwmb5Xqw/s72-c/bellas+new+room+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-4133757768809218972</id><published>2009-04-22T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:50:07.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello??</title><content type='html'>So I have yet to hear from my doctor about the ultrasound. That is sort of frustrating. They do not work on Fridays, so tomorrow is the last day for them to call. I have had to call every other time to get any results, and I wish I did not have to call this time too. What other choice do I have. I am not going to wait a week and a half to see what they have to say. This is my unborn child's life we are talking about, not a stupid rash or cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I have been having quite painful Braxton Hicks contractions. I know they are not labor contractions, but they are still quite strong. I am sooooo super worried that I am not going to make it to the end of July. Its like a quote I know... "Its like throwing a hot dog down a hall". I am worried that because it is my 3rd kid, that it is just going to fall out!!!! I know, I worry too much. I can not help it. I have a lot of time on my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-4133757768809218972?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/4133757768809218972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=4133757768809218972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4133757768809218972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4133757768809218972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='Hello??'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2635692349775103033</id><published>2009-04-22T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:21:33.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a picture of the fabric I ordered for Jackson's quilt that Cathy, my mother-in-law, is making. I plan on getting a soft red and white stripe, and some sort of yellowish fabric for the other panel. If there is enough fabric left over, I will make a valance to match. The room is already the same color as the yellow roof in this picture, but more soft. I thought it was yellow, but according to everyone that sees the room, it is a off white/khaki color. Anyway, it will go really well with this fabric. Cute huh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Se9sQ4D7qlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uGnfrPo-BMU/s1600-h/jacksons+fabric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327595921385171538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Se9sQ4D7qlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uGnfrPo-BMU/s400/jacksons+fabric.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2635692349775103033?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2635692349775103033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2635692349775103033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2635692349775103033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2635692349775103033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-picture-of-fabric-i-ordered-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Se9sQ4D7qlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uGnfrPo-BMU/s72-c/jacksons+fabric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5231782264279772816</id><published>2009-04-20T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:37:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had another ultrasound today...</title><content type='html'>I went in for the check up on the amniotic fluid, and the size of the baby today. I am sure that I will have to go in for more before the time he comes. Just something I am going to have to deal with. I guess. I do love seeing him. He is super cute. It is so shocking to me how much he looks like the other 2 kids. His profile is exact to the other profiles I have of Spencer and Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to what she said... my fluid level is down to 19 as of today. It was 22 last time I went in (2 weeks ago today). 8-20 in normal. That is good news. The last time she measured the baby, he was measuring right on what he should be. And I mean to the day. Today, he is coming in 27 weeks and 3 days, I am only 26 weeks 1 day. I know that is not a big deal, but keep in mind I still have 14 weeks of pregnancy left. The last 4-3 weeks they gain 1 pound a week. WHERE IS HE GOING TO FIT, AND HOW IS THAT GOING TO COME OUT!!!! I will have to wait to hear from my doctor, I don't know if this is ok news, or something to worry about. I can only imagine that him being bigger than he should be already, is not good. She did say that he weighs 2 1/2 pounds (how she knows that is beyond me!!!), and that is on the big side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want out of this pregnancy is a healthy baby, and to go into labor with out being put into labor. I want to experience that with out drugs. Don't misunderstand that with not wanting drugs during labor!! I just want to go into labor with out being induced. It is my last pregnancy, and I have yet to get that option. C-section does not scare me, but the recovery does. If he gets too big, I am not going to have very many choices. Bella was 8 lbs 12 oz, and I am sure he will top that. I learned from my last ob nurse that each baby you have is bigger than the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5231782264279772816?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5231782264279772816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5231782264279772816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5231782264279772816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5231782264279772816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-another-ultrasound-today.html' title='Had another ultrasound today...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7825633040160599820</id><published>2009-04-19T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:10:28.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting AKA crazy pregnancy stuff</title><content type='html'>I worked very very hard to get this house to where it is at right now. I am very proud of myself. I have a very large list of things I still want to do, but with all the work I have done, the house looks awesome. It is weird, because if you were to come over, I don't think you would see all the work I have done. It is the little things that make the house look sooo awesome. I hate doing the work, but spring cleaning is amazing. List of crazy things I have been doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned...&lt;br /&gt;the heater vents&lt;br /&gt;got on my hands and knees to clean the floors where they touch the walls&lt;br /&gt;deep dusted the living room&lt;br /&gt;cleaned all windows inside, and the ones I can reach outside&lt;br /&gt;cleaned the top of the fridge&lt;br /&gt;reorganized the cupboards in kitchen&lt;br /&gt;cleaned the shelf in laundry area&lt;br /&gt;cleaned floors that frankly should have been cleaned more than once in the last few months&lt;br /&gt;scrubbed the tv. Little hands get that thing super dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the big stuff. Our room had some glasses, soda cans dirty clothes here and there. There were still Christmas trees from the bedrooms congregated in our room (looked like a forest). The dog hair had gathered in the corners, and under the bed so badly that when you open a window they blew like tumbleweeds! When we moved Spencer down on Monday, and cleaned the toy room on Tuesday that made a huge difference. The only problem is, when you clean one room, the rest of the house gets trashed. That left me with cleaning all that up today before work. I still had things to do, but I think I am going to give up. It looks good, and as soon as I light that Glade candle, it will smell good too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO HAVE TO SAY THIS THOUGH... I COULD NOT HAVE DONE ANY OF IT WITHOUT MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND. HE HELPED ME WITH MOTIVATION, AS WELL AS WITH THE HEAVY AND HARD STUFF. FOR THIS I AM THANKFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when I get up, which is like in 3 hours, I will sweep again, hang up the kids clothes, do a few finishing touches upstairs and put the clean folded blankets away that are on the table. I should probably make time for a shower, for the sake of the people coming!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7825633040160599820?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7825633040160599820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7825633040160599820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7825633040160599820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7825633040160599820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/nesting-aka-crazy-pregnancy-stuff.html' title='Nesting AKA crazy pregnancy stuff'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2631491193308296100</id><published>2009-04-16T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:22:40.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bad day</title><content type='html'>It all started at 3am, when I woke up. I gave up on laying there with RLS, and came down with my pillow and watched tv. I ended up forcing myself to roll over and sleep at 5ish. John got up around 5:55, and I went back upstairs. That is when I finally fell asleep, and hard. I did not want to wake up when the alarm went off at 8. Man that was hard. I think I could not sleep because I have a head cold. I got the boy ready for school, and took him at 9. Bella has been soooo freaking clingy and whiny the last few weeks, and when I am tired, I do not have the patients for that poop. I ended up taking a bit of a snooze while she was sitting on my lap watching tv. It was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on finishing up my cleaning for my painting/non baby shower on Sunday, but with this damn cold, I needed to get some rest this morning. My goal for the day was to make it through the morning, put Bella to bed, and paint the trim in her new room. If that was all I got done, then I would be ok. I really don't have that much cleaning to do, and John said he would do some of it while I was at work tonight. That is when the phone rang. It was the school. Spencer's spacer (the very one that has been replaced 3 other times in the last 2 months, even though they "last for years") broke. Not came loose, or fell out, but  broke. On top of that, it was poking him in the gums. I had to do something about it. I had to go pick him up, and take him to the GD dentist. Again. I am not going to lie, I was pissed about having to pay the dentist again. Just when things are taken care of, something happens to it again. Any way, I took him in, and they said it broke where the lab "welded" it together. That means the new one was on the lab. Nice. They took the broken one out, did another molding of his mouth, and we were on the way. My day would sounds like it was ok, but during all of this, Bella cried and whined. I am so over that noise. I am at my wits freaking end!!! I do not know what that little girls problem is, but son of a b-word, it is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we made it home at 2:30, I quickly put her to bed and gathered my painting supplies. I ended up getting 90% of the trim and doors primed, but there is a huge pile of trash (going to the dump tomorrow) from all the toys and crap we are tossing out, in the way of the last closet door. I only need to prime 1 out of the 2 doors, and finish priming the trim around it. 5 minutes, 10 tops. I only hope I have enough time to get all that primed trim painted white tomorrow in between all the cleaning I will still have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to whip up some soup for dinner, and get dressed for work now. Until next time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2631491193308296100?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2631491193308296100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2631491193308296100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2631491193308296100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2631491193308296100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bad-day.html' title='My bad day'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6629594938496233273</id><published>2009-04-14T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:59:28.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait</title><content type='html'>The Mariners game is on today, and I don't have to work. Rad. Looking forward to that!! But first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry&lt;br /&gt;Dishes&lt;br /&gt;?Clean bathroom? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Run to store&lt;br /&gt;Paint trim in Bella's room (perhaps not)&lt;br /&gt;Ask John to clean the yard, again. Damn dog got into to a Taco Bell bag.&lt;br /&gt;Sweep living room&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps vacuum rugs&lt;br /&gt;Take all the trash out to the back yard&lt;br /&gt;Recycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see what actually gets done!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6629594938496233273?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6629594938496233273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6629594938496233273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6629594938496233273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6629594938496233273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-4708385908021271632</id><published>2009-04-13T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:50:27.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQHR525l1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/OTC8kPnYDmc/s1600-h/easter+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324388663629027154" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQGKjszUxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/4NL_LZEGd1Y/s400/easter+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQGKUoJ-5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/rvLIzVSgDVw/s1600-h/easter+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324387433864362898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQGKUoJ-5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/rvLIzVSgDVw/s400/easter+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-4708385908021271632?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/4708385908021271632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=4708385908021271632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4708385908021271632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4708385908021271632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQHR525l1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/OTC8kPnYDmc/s72-c/easter+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-4807901235891424623</id><published>2009-04-13T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:40:59.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The finished product</title><content type='html'>So we got it done while he was at school. With all the talk about "we are doing you room", I don't think he thought we would ever get it done. We did not tell him we got it done, we just told him to go upstairs and grab something out of our room. He walked past his old room, into ours, and did not notice his old room until he walked by it a second time. We could hear him running around looking at everything, then running down the stairs yelling "I want to see my new room!!!". It was awesome. He loves that new room. He has not left it at all tonight. Worth all the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE7SJ4TCI/AAAAAAAAAes/fxSk9sujlXg/s1600-h/easter+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386075990838306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE7SJ4TCI/AAAAAAAAAes/fxSk9sujlXg/s400/easter+2009+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE7ZK9qcI/AAAAAAAAAek/YMFwV1JAi-4/s1600-h/easter+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386077874432450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE7ZK9qcI/AAAAAAAAAek/YMFwV1JAi-4/s400/easter+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE7IylMkI/AAAAAAAAAec/GbZt2VEQR5o/s1600-h/easter+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386073477198402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE7IylMkI/AAAAAAAAAec/GbZt2VEQR5o/s400/easter+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE60DGOJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/seaUB4xW3nU/s1600-h/easter+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386067909326994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE60DGOJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/seaUB4xW3nU/s400/easter+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE6_BSN1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/tnrLPk0xDrs/s1600-h/easter+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386070854514514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE6_BSN1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/tnrLPk0xDrs/s400/easter+2009+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-4807901235891424623?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/4807901235891424623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=4807901235891424623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4807901235891424623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4807901235891424623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/finished-product.html' title='The finished product'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SeQE7SJ4TCI/AAAAAAAAAes/fxSk9sujlXg/s72-c/easter+2009+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-4277102425929835511</id><published>2009-04-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:27:37.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The doctor called</title><content type='html'>Well, Randi was right. I should not google. It was my mom's fault thought!!! Any way, I did hear from my doctor (finally) and I did not pass my glucose test. They would normally send you in for a 3 hour test, but she said because I did not pass so early in my pregnancy (24 weeks apposed to 28 weeks), and because of the extra fluid we have been worrying about, she is calling it gestational diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I am disappointed, but at the same time she said not to worry about all that other jazz, and that makes me feel much better. I was walking about feeling like a ticking time bomb all weekend, and that sucked. This is nothing, just need to eat right and all will be ok. I have been having really strong Braxton Hicks contractions the last week, to the point I have to stop and breath them away. Very strong. Just reminds me how much time I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said...WE GOT SPENCER MOVED DOWN STAIRS AND UNPACKED TODAY!!! His room is amazing and I can not wait for him to come home and see it. He should be here in 15 minutes!!! John just went to get him. I took pictures (the final after) and will post them with Easter pictures tonight or tomorrow. TTFN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-4277102425929835511?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/4277102425929835511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=4277102425929835511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4277102425929835511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4277102425929835511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/doctor-called.html' title='The doctor called'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5546931925716527118</id><published>2009-04-10T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:50:17.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my fat ass</title><content type='html'>Ok people, here I am today. 24 weeks and 5 days. Ps, very hard to take your own pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sd_o9O3L7vI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zfhPUQH5JK0/s1600-h/pregnancy+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323229423234445042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sd_o9O3L7vI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zfhPUQH5JK0/s400/pregnancy+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sd_o8xn4qvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/S1vhYo8vf9Y/s1600-h/pregnancy+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323229415385639666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sd_o8xn4qvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/S1vhYo8vf9Y/s400/pregnancy+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5546931925716527118?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5546931925716527118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5546931925716527118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5546931925716527118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5546931925716527118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-of-my-fat-ass.html' title='Pictures of my fat ass'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sd_o9O3L7vI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zfhPUQH5JK0/s72-c/pregnancy+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2951650845522385567</id><published>2009-04-10T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:23:50.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be possible to get away?!?!</title><content type='html'>Guess who has a date tonight? That's right, ME!! John and I are going to hit the Subway, get some $5 foot longs, and head out to the drive-in. I am not that interested in the movie we are going to be watching, but it is not about that anyway. My PJ's are in the washer and I am super stoked!! After the movie we are going to get rest of the Easter bunny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Target to get empty eggs, and some candy to stuff in them, but Target does not sell empty eggs. What the heck? Back in my day, there were no such thing as already stuffed eggs. This year, in light of all the dental issues we have had lately, we are not going crazy with candy. Not only that, the kids need to get the hint that with 3 kids in the family, there is not going to be tons of small gifts for holidays any more. Any way, John said that when he was a kid, his mom (AKA Easter bunny) use to bring them new shoes. I love that idea. While at Target I got the boy a new pair of sandals, tis' the season, and the girl got the cutest pair of high heal sandals. No she can not walk in them, but she 100% loved them and I could not pass them up!!! See Easter pictures in a few days to see them. I love that she loves shoes. Such a girl. They are pretty much useless shoes, but again when you see them you will understand!!! I think I will paint her toe nails. Too cute. I wish I could afford for the Easter Bunny could come for Maggie, Bob, Kiddy and Spooky Boo too, but that would cost way too much. Don't worry, Spooky Boo will wear her Easter dress on Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our day out at the doctors office, doing the glucose test. Bella was the worst. I don't know why she is such a bad listener, when her brother was the perfect child. I could trust him all the time, in any situation. Where did I go wrong? Please, oh please, let Jackson be a good boy. I can only take so much. Any way, I know what the doctor is going to tell me, they are going to make me do the 3 hour test. If I do have to go in for that, I WILL NOT take her with me. No way, not going to happen. You can not leave the building for 3 freaking hours, plus wait for the blood draw, ect. No way, not going to happen. As is, I am already going to my next ultrasound alone because of her. Some day we will be past this stage with her, and I know she will be a good person. The lab lady had a good point. She said that her persistence will be a good trait someday, and will get her far in life. I will just have to keep that in the back of my head while I am freaking out on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2951650845522385567?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2951650845522385567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2951650845522385567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2951650845522385567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2951650845522385567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-it-be-possible-to-get-away.html' title='Could it be possible to get away?!?!'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-789711106512664714</id><published>2009-04-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:02:26.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I called my doctor to see what the results of the latest ultrasound were, and I was told to come in tomorrow morning to do the glucose test. She said she does not expect me to pass, and there will be a diabetic diet waiting for me when I leave. At first I did not think too much of all of this. I called my mom to tell her, and she wanted answers. She made me google it right quick, and this is the information I have found. I can honestly say that I am freaking out right now. By the way, I have been scheduled for another ultrasound on the 20th. This is some serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Excessive amniotic fluid (hydramnios or polyhydramnios)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will I know if I have too much amniotic fluid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your healthcare practitioner may suspect this problem, which happens in about 1 percent of pregnancies, if your uterus is growing more rapidly than it should. You may also have unusual abdominal discomfort, increased back pain, shortness of breath, and extreme swelling in your feet and ankles. If you have these symptoms, your practitioner will send you for an &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_all-about-ultrasounds_329.bc"&gt;ultrasound&lt;/a&gt;.The sonographer will measure the largest pockets of amniotic fluid in four different sections of your uterus and add them together to see where you rate on the amniotic fluid index (AFI). A normal measure for the third trimester is between 5 and 25 centimeters (cm). A total of more than 25 cm is considered high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What could be causing this problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Experts don't know what causes many cases of hydramnios, particularly mild ones. Some common causes of moderate to severe cases include the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maternal diabetes:&lt;br /&gt;You can end up with high fluid levels if you have diabetes and you're having trouble managing it properly. Hydramnios is diagnosed in about 10 percent of pregnant diabetics, usually in the third trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying twins or multiples:&lt;br /&gt;You're at risk for high fluid levels if you're carrying &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_pregnant-with-multiples-potential-complications_3584.bc"&gt;twins or multiples&lt;/a&gt;. Hydramnios is especially likely in the case of twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome, in which one twin suffers from too little amniotic fluid while the other creates too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetal abnormalities:&lt;br /&gt;In rare cases, a baby will have a medical problem that causes him to stop swallowing fluid while his kidneys continue to produce more urine from the fluid he's already swallowed. This may include any condition that makes it hard for him to swallow, such as &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_pyloric-stenosis-forceful-vomiting_10899.bc"&gt;pyloric stenosis&lt;/a&gt;, a cleft lip or palate, or some kind of blockage in the gastrointestinal tract. Certain neurological problems, such as neural tube defects or hydrocephaly, can keep the baby from swallowing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetal anemia:&lt;br /&gt;In even rarer cases, hydramnios can be a sign that a baby has severe anemia caused by an &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_blood-test-for-rh-status-and-antibody-screen_1480.bc"&gt;Rh blood incompatibility&lt;/a&gt; or an infection such as &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_fifth-disease-parvovirus-b19-during-pregnancy_1463060.bc"&gt;fifth disease&lt;/a&gt;. In both cases, the problem can be treated with a blood transfusion in utero. In the case of fifth disease, the baby may recover without treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will happen if I'm diagnosed with hydramnios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you're diagnosed with hydramnios, your practitioner will order a high-resolution ultrasound to check for abnormalities and possibly &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_amniocentesis_327.bc"&gt;amniocentesis&lt;/a&gt; to test for a genetic defect.You'll also need to have regular &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_nonstress-test_1272943.bc"&gt;nonstress tests&lt;/a&gt; and ultrasounds for the rest of your pregnancy to closely monitor your baby's development, and you'll be watched closely for signs of &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_preterm-labor-and-birth_1055.bc"&gt;preterm labor&lt;/a&gt;. If you haven't yet been tested for &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_gestational-diabetes_2058.bc"&gt;gestational diabetes&lt;/a&gt;, you'll be tested now.You'll be monitored carefully during labor as well. Because of the extra amniotic fluid, there's a greater risk of an umbilical cord prolapse (when the cord falls through the cervical opening) or a &lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_placental-abruption_1425791.bc"&gt;placental abruption&lt;/a&gt; when your water breaks. Both require an immediate c-section.That's why your caregiver will have you come to the hospital early in labor — or right away if your water breaks before you go into labor. You're also at increased risk for postpartum bleeding, because your overly distended uterus may not be able to contract well, so you'll be watched closely after you give birth, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-789711106512664714?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/789711106512664714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=789711106512664714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/789711106512664714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/789711106512664714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-called-my-doctor-to-see-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3743780534761515716</id><published>2009-04-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:23:14.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH MARINERS!!!!! 2/2 NOW! I WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON MY BOYS IS BLUE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3743780534761515716?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3743780534761515716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3743780534761515716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3743780534761515716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3743780534761515716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-mariners-22-now-i-will-never-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6528384794582417764</id><published>2009-04-08T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:37:07.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New email address</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting to say... I will now be using my Hotmail email address, &lt;a href="mailto:supercori1227@hotmail"&gt;supercori1227@hotmail&lt;/a&gt; . My AOL is just not working the way I would want it to, so I have given up on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6528384794582417764?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6528384794582417764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6528384794582417764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6528384794582417764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6528384794582417764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-email-address.html' title='New email address'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3414419500903760895</id><published>2009-04-08T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:42:40.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariners</title><content type='html'>Did any one watch the freaking game last night?!?!?! OMG, too stressful. I can not even believe we blew that one. Game 2, and they are already up to their old stunts. My oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3414419500903760895?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3414419500903760895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3414419500903760895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3414419500903760895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3414419500903760895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/mariners.html' title='Mariners'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7347238118152917181</id><published>2009-04-08T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:25:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God almighty, I'm done at last!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, it took me much longer than I wanted or even expected. I would say it took me a month and a half to get this 2 week project done. It started by cleaning up the ungodly mess that we created in our "junk room". As you see, it was a task to not only clean, but organize this stuff. It all had to go, everything. Also note the color of the walls. The top of this wall was white, but all the other walls were white. The trim on the ceiling and floor were the same poop yellow color you see on the half wall in the background. Just look past the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much stuff in here, you could not get past the boxes on the left in this picture. It was bad. Our printer was in the back of the room, and we had not used it in months!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZivwroJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/G925GQcIFOw/s1600-h/lll+254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322368050604515474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZivwroJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/G925GQcIFOw/s400/lll+254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZiE-SITI/AAAAAAAAAds/9JWkRG9B0VE/s1600-h/lll+255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322368039118840114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZiE-SITI/AAAAAAAAAds/9JWkRG9B0VE/s400/lll+255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZaSnMynI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0AACX-d15JI/s1600-h/lll+257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322367905341164146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZaSnMynI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0AACX-d15JI/s400/lll+257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZaXvO6nI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ND6VdGyi9Q8/s1600-h/lll+258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322367906717035122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZaXvO6nI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ND6VdGyi9Q8/s400/lll+258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZaMFNzbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/GDqTXfXqFpI/s1600-h/lll+259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322367903588011442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZaMFNzbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/GDqTXfXqFpI/s400/lll+259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZZxgz0lI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2SbJKiqsR78/s1600-h/lll+260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322367896455991890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZZxgz0lI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2SbJKiqsR78/s400/lll+260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE AFTER!!!! Yesterday I finally put the last of the finishing touches on the new room. There were so many set backs to getting this room done. I would have to say being pregnant was the first of many set backs, but then all the random illnesses I got while doing this project did not help. Another problem we ran into, we ran out of paint and money. We could have gotten this done a few weeks ago, but we needed primer and paint and paint brushes. That adds up really quick. Had to wait for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZLtOB53I/AAAAAAAAAc8/NEVmaObPxuA/s1600-h/spencers+new+room+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322367654785312626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZLtOB53I/AAAAAAAAAc8/NEVmaObPxuA/s400/spencers+new+room+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZLaWNnvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SNqNj7W4M-Y/s1600-h/spencers+new+room+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322367649719361266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZLaWNnvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SNqNj7W4M-Y/s400/spencers+new+room+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZLfjvYNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0DrE8cVZAIk/s1600-h/spencers+new+room+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322367651118276818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZLfjvYNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0DrE8cVZAIk/s400/spencers+new+room+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZLHA8ZWI/AAAAAAAAAck/8eNO8jSMtFw/s1600-h/spencers+new+room+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322367644529878370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZLHA8ZWI/AAAAAAAAAck/8eNO8jSMtFw/s400/spencers+new+room+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The floors still need to be cleaned and shined up. They have never been mopped while we have lived here. It has always been just a room. We never really used it. The people that painted it before us were very sloppy painters and there is paint all over the beautiful hardwood floors (original to the house too!!). I hope to get it all up, but that can wait until next week. The ceiling in this room is also hardwood, just like the floors, and the color of the walls, and the color of the wood is so beautiful. So my painting party to paint Spencer's old room (Bella's new room) is on the 19th, so we have 1 day to move that boy into this room (I say 1 day because I am not doing it alone. John and I will do it on our day off on Monday.) I have made sure that NOTHING has or will come up for Monday. It has to, has to, has to get done Monday or the painting party is off. When we get done on Monday I will post the final pictures of how freaking cute his big boy (yet Spongebob still) room is going to be!!! I can not wait!!! PLEASE NOTE HOW EASY THIS ROOM CAN BE CONVERTED INTO A MARINERS ROOM!!! GO MARINERS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7347238118152917181?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7347238118152917181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7347238118152917181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7347238118152917181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7347238118152917181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-god-almighty-im-done-at-last.html' title='Thank God almighty, I&apos;m done at last!!!'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SdzZivwroJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/G925GQcIFOw/s72-c/lll+254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6763398342766262974</id><published>2009-04-07T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:58:06.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What next...</title><content type='html'>So I had my 24 week check up yesterday. We went over the regular things, and then talked about the ultra sound I had 2 weeks ago. The baby is right on track for size. At 22 weeks and 1 day, he measured 22 weeks and 3 days. Perfect. I mentioned that I have had some issues with swelling towards the end of my crazy work week, and she seemed to think that I should lay off the salts and drink more water. Also, I think that if that doesn't help, she will make me take more time between shifts (Saturday I close, and Sunday I open. That gives me 7 1/2 hours between shifts, and with drive time, that is only like 5 hours sleep. Not enough for a mommy to be). I had to bring Bella to this appointment because John got called into work, so needless to say, my blood pressure was a bit high. Again, she understands why!!! You try chasing a 2 year old around 6 months pregnant!!!! When she went to measure me, she found that I am measuring big. I am measuring 28 weeks pregnant, at 24 weeks pregnant. I knew I looked big, but I just thought it was because it is my 3rd child and that is just what I had to deal with. Anyway, she sent me right in to get another ultrasound to measure the pockets of fluid surrounding the baby. She said that if there was more fluid, that is a sign of gestational diabetes. The ultrasound tech said that the fluid is normal between 8 and 20, mine was measuring at 22. I have not gotten any more information. I guess the doctor will call, but she has not yet. I did check my blood sugar last night at midnight (could not sleep, too worried) and 5 hours after eating it was 131. Not crazy high, but the highest I have ever had with random testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ironic part of all of this is, Spencer was born early because I had low fluid. I measured a 4 at the ultrasound I had the day before I was induced. My doctor said that if I had not had the weird feeling that made her send me in for that ultrasound, he could have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have still only gained 10-13 pounds as of yesterday, but damn, I am huge. I will take some pictures and post them, but I have a lot of crap to do today so it will be some time this week. It is crazy because I can feel Jackson moving around up really high. I guess there is more room in there for him to swim around in because it is being stretched out by all that fluid. I can feel him kicking down low, and up near my ribs at the same time, and it is freaking me out. I just hope everything works out for the best. I can not afford bed rest or a c-section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6763398342766262974?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6763398342766262974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6763398342766262974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6763398342766262974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6763398342766262974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-next.html' title='What next...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-5296669800628289100</id><published>2009-04-01T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:47:44.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So yeah, it is April 1st, and it is snowing. I just don't get it. Any sign of Spring yet out there?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Goodwill yesterday looking for some random things and came home with clothes for all 3 kids. Spencer got some perfectly new tank tops. They are cool, and clean. Bella got a beautiful sun dress (that for now I can put a white onesie under so she can wear it), and a super cute tank top that turned out to be way too big!!! Oh well, there is always next summer. I have been trying to collect outfits that Jackson can wear right out of the hospital. I know it is going to be really hot, and that he will still need to be in clothes, so my goal was tank top onesies. I found 2 more yesterday. A friend of my mom's gave me 2 boxes of clothes, and there are 2 in there too. I have come up with a few more too, so I think we are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 2 stupid fears of mine...&lt;br /&gt;1) He is going to be like 11 pounds and not fit in any of the summer clothes I have found.&lt;br /&gt;2) It will only be hot for a week and turn into fall early, and I wont have enough fall clothes to fit a new born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister-in-law is getting married in September, and Spencer and Bella are in the wedding. I want to get Jackson an outfit that is super cute, but it is really hard to find a new born dress up outfit for a boy. I thought right now being Easter, it would be easier, but no luck so far. I think I will check out the Babies-R-Us web site today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO I WANTED TO THANK MY SUPER THOUGHTFUL COUSINS FOR THE SPECIAL TREATS THEY SENT ME. THE PICTURE IS BEAUTIFUL, AND PERFECT. ALSO, I TRIED THE VITAMINS THIS MORNING, AND SO FAR SO GOOD!!! THAT WAS SO NICE OF YOU TO THINK OF ME, YOUR SUPER RAD!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List of things to do today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash all new baby clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Hang or fold new baby clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Wash a few loads of our clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Spencer needs to read for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Make a grocery list.&lt;br /&gt;Sweep and vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;Go grocery shopping (meeting John at the store after he gets off work).&lt;br /&gt;If there is time, lets kids play upstairs while I pack some of the boy's stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I ONLY HAVE 18 DAYS UNTIL PAINTING PARTY!!! STILL HAVE TO FINISH SPENCER'S NEW ROOM, AND CLEAN OUT OLD ROOM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Ghost Hunters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love Wednesday nights!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, better get this day started. I don't have to work tonight, so I am sure I will get all of my goals tackled!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-5296669800628289100?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/5296669800628289100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=5296669800628289100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5296669800628289100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/5296669800628289100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-wednesday.html' title='Wednesday Wednesday'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7552595589619116775</id><published>2009-03-27T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:50:55.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I am super hungry. I should go to bed and skip that late late night snack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7552595589619116775?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7552595589619116775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7552595589619116775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7552595589619116775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7552595589619116775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2370034334198834425</id><published>2009-03-26T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:20:00.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spooky Boo got a new outfit. This is her Easter dress, cute huh!!! Yeah I know, money is tight, but I had to have it. How could you turn something this cute down?!?! PS, it is a little too big, but I think she is still growing. And yes, she hates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Scvi_pc4zuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ryEF274KqXk/s1600-h/random+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317593368127655650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Scvi_pc4zuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ryEF274KqXk/s400/random+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Scvi_gh2iQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NIVwVb7iB1o/s1600-h/random+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317593365732559106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Scvi_gh2iQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NIVwVb7iB1o/s400/random+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Scvi-3-cJdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/V7Z4xH7WdNw/s1600-h/random+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317593354846610898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Scvi-3-cJdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/V7Z4xH7WdNw/s400/random+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2370034334198834425?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2370034334198834425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2370034334198834425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2370034334198834425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2370034334198834425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/spooky-boo-got-new-outfit.html' title=''/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Scvi_pc4zuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ryEF274KqXk/s72-c/random+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-6055227741256115963</id><published>2009-03-25T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:36:04.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>I am watching Ghost Hunters, and it is freaking RAD!!! Wednesday is my favorite day because of them!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-6055227741256115963?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/6055227741256115963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=6055227741256115963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6055227741256115963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/6055227741256115963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1492333462051636174</id><published>2009-03-25T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:34:37.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt good today.</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have felt good, but today I did. It was a nice change to have a day where I could get up and do something. Bella has been "just weird" too. She has also had zero energy, and very cuddly. I am starting to think there is something in the house making us feel this way. The in-laws say that it may be the heater filter. It has been a while since we have cleaned it out, so I will nag the husband until he gets it done this coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wonder, too, if it is all in my head. I look around and all I see is dirt. The house is trashed in my eyes. I think, I should clean "fill in the blank", but in order to clean that I have to do this, and that ect. I am over whelmed. Where to even start. I thought getting Spencer's new room would be a good spot, but that is the freaking project that will never end. I just look forward to the day that we get all the bed rooms done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I had a second ultra sound (Doctors orders, not my idea), and it is for sure a boy. I have come up with some clothes. I guess my mom has come up with some trash bags full of clothes from co-workers. That is super rad. I can not wait to get my hands on them and see how cute they are. I have some really really cute ideas for Jack's room, and can not wait to get started on it. All in due time though. I am not going to go crazy with his room, but I will be doing really cute things. The one special thing I have thought of doing (should not be to crazy for me to do too) is to paint a lighthouse on the wall. Nothing to ornate, just a basic shape. I also thought of a really cute idea, putting mason jars full of sand and shells on the shelf in there. Too cute. I want to the room to feel like you are going to a Washington beach. Not sure what I am going to do with the bedding yet, think I may talk my mother-in-law into quilting something up for me. Again, all in due time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1492333462051636174?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1492333462051636174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1492333462051636174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1492333462051636174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1492333462051636174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-felt-good-today.html' title='I felt good today.'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1057003084046054246</id><published>2009-03-20T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:40:03.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird times</title><content type='html'>So, it all started with shingles. It took over a week to get the pain under control, but it looks like the shingles are a thing of the past. Thank God. Just when I thought life would get back to normal, I started puking. Oh yeah, at work (Sunday) the day I finally went back. That sucked, but by Wednesday I was fine (aka my Monday). Then the next Sunday came, and I puked again. This time I did it at home. I decided I was going to be ok, so I went to work, but ended up pulling over about 1/2 mile from work and tossing my cookies again. John had to come get me. What is up with all the chucking?!?! By Sunday night, I felt better, but had come down with a fever. I was sore from the chucking on Monday, and it only made it worse that I started coughing. By Tuesday night I was sick with a really bad cold, that has now turned into a freaking sinus infection!!! The good news is the fever has gone for now. It is really hard to find the energy to be a working, pregnant, mother of 2 when you have a fever. I have gotten nothing done in the last 2 weeks, and that sucks. I just have no energy, and it seems to not be getting any better. I would take the stupid prenatal vitamins, but they make me sick. I am thinking of going and getting some children's vitamins, maybe they will stay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it should go without saying, I have not gotten Spencer's new room done yet. All I have to do is paint the base board, and hang the trim (that I have not purchased yet!!) and I am done. Seems that it is easy to do, but again, I have been so under the freaking weather. The way I see it, I can not possibly get any other random illness. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1057003084046054246?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1057003084046054246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1057003084046054246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1057003084046054246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1057003084046054246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-times.html' title='Weird times'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1661891054213619500</id><published>2009-03-13T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:20:18.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is a change in the air?</title><content type='html'>So I have been putting some real thought into what I should be. I love working at The Home Depot, but I am 31, and it is time for me to be what I want to be. I can not go through life just being. I need more than that. I need to be something that makes people proud. After much thought, I think I have come up with what will make me happy, or at least I hope it will make me happy. I just worry about my age, weight and time left. I am 5 months pregnant, and fat. I need to be in shape to be what I want to be, and for me to do that, I need a year. That is 5 months to be pregnant, and 6 months to work on getting healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, I work just under 30 hours a week, more like 25. I only bring home $700 a month. That is just not enough. I don't ask for millions of dollars, I just want to be a mother of 3, in a nice home, with decent cars, and decent clothes. Even if those decent clothing come from Walmart, I am ok with that. I want vacations with my kids, and to not have to hear Spencer say "I know we don't have any money...". Gosh, I never knew how often I said that, until he started repeating me. That is sad. I want to retire some day, and that is just not going to happen if we keep this up. I need to start my career, and stop working at my job. I want to help my husband pay the bills. How freaking rad would it be to make more money than him!! I don't know that I have ever done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I have to hurry up and wait around. Is there always going to be something that stops me from doing what I should be doing? And by that, I mean will I always stop myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1661891054213619500?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1661891054213619500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1661891054213619500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1661891054213619500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1661891054213619500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-change-in-air.html' title='Is a change in the air?'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2321262411612938715</id><published>2009-03-12T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:12:50.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If there is anyone out there that knows someone that is getting rid of baby boy clothes, I need to meet them. I did not save an ounce of clothing from Spencer, and now I am in NEED of some. Jackson is going to be born in the hottest part of the year, so summer newborn clothes, and 0-3 and 3-6 month fall-winter clothes are best for us. We don't really need anything else, just clothes. I have a ton of chairs, beds and things to put him in, we just need clothes (and diapers too!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2321262411612938715?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2321262411612938715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2321262411612938715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2321262411612938715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2321262411612938715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-market.html' title='In the market'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7975806113154358822</id><published>2009-03-11T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:02:46.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up date on stupid rashes</title><content type='html'>So I am feeling much better. I still have the rash, but the pain is much more manageable. I don't need the hardcore drugs, I can just take over the counter stuff. My tummy has been a bit off the entire time too, and it is just not getting any better. I think it has to do with what I am eating, drinking and the lack of taking my vitamins. My bad. I am going to start those again tomorrow, just not up to any more drugs right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TONIGHT IS THE SEASON PREMIER OF GHOST HUNTERS!!! SCIFI AT 9PM!!! SUPER EXCITED!! I WILL HAVE TO WAIT AND WATCH IT AGAIN AT 11, BECAUSE I WORK TONIGHT, BUT I AM STILL STOKED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7975806113154358822?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7975806113154358822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7975806113154358822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7975806113154358822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7975806113154358822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/up-date-on-stupid-rashes.html' title='Up date on stupid rashes'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-3946250885790386801</id><published>2009-03-09T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:00:21.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We know, we know, we know!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, the little thing was not working with us. The ultrasound tech was 80% sure it was a girl, but its hand was between its legs. She told me to get up and go to the bathroom so that it would move around and we could get a better look. It is a good thing we did because... ITS A BOY!!! Can you believe he was playing with his wiener so we could not see it!!! Just like a man. I am super duper excited. I wanted it to be a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-3946250885790386801?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/3946250885790386801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=3946250885790386801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3946250885790386801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/3946250885790386801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-know-we-know-we-know.html' title='We know, we know, we know!!!'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1344598554300492700</id><published>2009-03-08T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:45:51.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Only 17 hours until I get to see the new baby!!! Very very excited, yet scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1344598554300492700?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1344598554300492700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1344598554300492700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1344598554300492700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1344598554300492700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-4953501137311965888</id><published>2009-03-07T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:40:49.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 weeks</title><content type='html'>I am 20 weeks pregnant today. Half way there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-4953501137311965888?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/4953501137311965888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=4953501137311965888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4953501137311965888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4953501137311965888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/20-weeks.html' title='20 weeks'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2630551734997204747</id><published>2009-03-06T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:07:30.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, poor Cori.</title><content type='html'>So I have a gross issue. I woke up with a random and very very painful rash a few days ago. As time progress, so did the rash. Stupid me checked the internet, and found it could be shingles. Well, I ended up going to my family doctor today, and sure as poop, I freaking have shingles. Can you believe it!! I have never felt so dirty. He says there was nothing I could do to avoid it, you either have it sleeping inside of you and it never comes out, or it comes out. I guess it is sort of like chicken pox. He said it was pregnancy related most likely. He gave me some meds to take care of it, but I have to take 5 pills a day for the next 7 days!! He also gave me something for the pain, so I am pretty drugged up right now. It still hurts though, and that sucks. I have to work all weekend, and will have to do it on my drugs. It is going to be hard. I just wish I had enough sick time to take the weekend off and just stay on the couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2630551734997204747?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2630551734997204747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2630551734997204747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2630551734997204747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2630551734997204747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-poor-cori.html' title='Oh, poor Cori.'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2856127338120554090</id><published>2009-03-05T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:50:12.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So excited!!</title><content type='html'>I can not wait for Monday. I only hope that Twinkle is going to show us what it is. I am a little worried that I am not feeling it move as much as my other two pregnancies at this point. I worry about tempting the fates, you know, with having 2 already healthy, beautiful children. I just hope that Twinkle is healthy. I am so worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2856127338120554090?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2856127338120554090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2856127338120554090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2856127338120554090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2856127338120554090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-excited.html' title='So excited!!'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-7628808443533147147</id><published>2009-03-04T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:28:34.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>I love being pregnant. This pregnancy has definitely been the hardest one yet though. The heartburn has kicked in rather quick this time. Thank God for Zantac!!! I have been uncomfortable already, and that worries me. By the end of the night, my back is really sore. I am just glad that I had lost some weight before getting pregnant, it will help with my back as I get more pregnant. I just have to get my arms and legs back in shape for the birth. My doctor believes in doing it yourself. I was so sore after giving birth to Bella, in my arms from holding my own legs and pulling them back. I think my arms were the most sore out of anything that could be sore after squeezing a human out of a little hole!!! I can't wait for the weather to get better so we can go for walks as a family. It never fails that it is raining, or about to rain when we are all home together and want to go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just hoping that I can make it until the end of my pregnancy, healthy and working everyday still. I need that last minute money before going on leave. I get 12 weeks off, and that is a long time without money. I have short term disability, so that will pay me for my time off. I have no idea what I will be getting, I know what a co-worker got when she took her 12 weeks off, but she was working more hours than me and I don't know if that has anything to do with it. I wish I could get some answers, but all I ever here is, you just have to wait and call right before you go on your leave. I hope it goes off your pay, and not hours. I know I make a lot more now then she made then, and she got a $700.00 check for her time. That would be so helpful to get a big check like that. I know it is just a few weeks pay, but any money will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how in the old days, when some one had a baby, or a death in the family, everyone would make you meals to freeze? Well, that is exactly what I need. I would love to get like 5-6 meals to stick in my freezer for when the baby comes home, and that way I can just stick them in the oven and have a good meal for the family. Gosh, how freaking helpful would that be?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I will not let anyone throw me a baby shower this time. I feel like because this is my third baby, I don't deserve one. Instead, I am going to have a painting party. I think that would be fun, and way more helpful than anything any one could do for me. I think I am going to send invites out with a list of things that are going to be needed to paint the room. For instance, tape, brushes, rollers ect... . They would have to RSVP so I knew we had enough items to paint, and I would of course provide the paint. We could have food and music and I think it would be fun. The room is big enough that we could have 5 or 6 people in there painting and there would still be enough room to move around (as long as there is nothing in there!). I should probably get on that, so I can give people time to think of what item they want to bring. Please don't take offence to what I am about to say, I DO NOT mean it in a rude or mean way. I will probable not be inviting any family from up North, only because again, been there done that, third baby. I would hate them to drive hours to just paint my house!!! I would never turn down a gift!!!, but I would not expect anyone to drive here for me. That being said, I hope to get an invite to a certain someones baby shower if she so choose to have one!!! I think you know who you are, Randi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-7628808443533147147?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/7628808443533147147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=7628808443533147147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7628808443533147147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/7628808443533147147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnancy.html' title='Pregnancy'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-2615208666832643041</id><published>2009-03-02T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:04:15.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby stuff</title><content type='html'>So we are going to find out what this new little Tenney is next Monday. I could not be more excited. I only hope that it is healthy and everything is on track. That being said, here are the official names we have picked out. We have had some trouble coming up with a girls name, and I will explain that in a minute. Here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy name: Jackson Louis Tenney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Girl name: Emma Ann (or Anne not sure yet) Tenney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have had the boys name picked out for a few months now, but had not really found a better name than Emma for a girl. I did not want to choose that name because I know that Erin and Eric have a Emma and Ella, and if this is a girl we will have a Emma and Bella. Close huh?? Well, the fact of the matter is, my mom's mom's name was Emma. I wanted to give this girl a name that reflected our moms. John's mom and step mom both have the middle name Ann (or Anne, not sure yet), so it just fit to go with Emma Ann.  If it is a boy, we picked Jackson, because John was named after his uncle Jack, and Louis is his grandpas name. We would call him Jack, and how freaking cute is that name!!! All of our children have names that have a very special meaning to us, and we did not want to just pick a name for this one. I am happy with our choices. Now we just have to wait 1 week to find out if Twinkle is Emma or Jackson!!! I can not wait!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-2615208666832643041?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/2615208666832643041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=2615208666832643041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2615208666832643041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/2615208666832643041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-stuff.html' title='Baby stuff'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-1784908137730864193</id><published>2009-03-01T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:15:21.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub Scouts</title><content type='html'>So last night was Spencer's big Cub Scout Birthday thing. We had to make a cake to auction off. When you get to the bottom, the pizza cake is the one that we made (well, I made it). The other cakes were really nice too, but I love mine!!! My cake ended up bringing in $81.00!! The second highest grossing cake in the room!! Oh yeah baby. Spencer was given his Bobcat badge, so the face painting is that ceremony. It was really cute. They also showed off their pine wood derby cars, his is #126.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat3MB7EF6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/-kYb5Y6ks1Y/s1600-h/lll+323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308467634344564642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat3MB7EF6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/-kYb5Y6ks1Y/s400/lll+323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat3MFJnP1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/g8rETevMFyo/s1600-h/lll+322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308467635210895186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat3MFJnP1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/g8rETevMFyo/s400/lll+322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308468042578214098" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat3LnGqgjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/V-OWilc189o/s400/lll+315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat2eXvMp9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9c3Rxyy8uDs/s1600-h/lll+314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308466849926391762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat2eXvMp9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9c3Rxyy8uDs/s400/lll+314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat2eRCIelI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hxvtYQU-Vr4/s1600-h/lll+313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308466848126761554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat2eRCIelI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hxvtYQU-Vr4/s400/lll+313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat2d5HQqpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/M1SLwG2VAOw/s1600-h/lll+312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308466841705818770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat2d5HQqpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/M1SLwG2VAOw/s400/lll+312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat2dfHga3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/WYJNBnSOrBI/s1600-h/lll+301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308466834727529330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat2dfHga3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/WYJNBnSOrBI/s400/lll+301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best cake ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-1784908137730864193?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/1784908137730864193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=1784908137730864193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1784908137730864193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/1784908137730864193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/03/cub-scouts.html' title='Cub Scouts'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/Sat3MB7EF6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/-kYb5Y6ks1Y/s72-c/lll+323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-4194610103935582200</id><published>2009-02-27T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:50:53.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub Scouts</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow Spencer has a big Cub Scout thing. I was under the impression that it was the graduation ceremony, you know, where he moves to a new group ( bears???). But now I don't think it is. Anyway, they are having a big cake raffle, and the boys have to bake a cake that looks like another item of food. Aka... chicken, hamburger ect. We have picked pizza. As some of you may know, I am a control freak. I am going to have a hard time having him help me make it, but he has to, its Cub Scouts, not Mom Scouts. Anyway, today is a half day (perfect for us), so I am baking the cake while he is in school, and when he gets home we will decorate it. It should be my finest cake to date!! I am very excited. So normally I work 1-10 on Saturdays, but my co-workers were so cool, and made it so I can get off at 2 so I can go tomorrow!!! This will be my first Cub Scout event. I am going to cry. Mark my words. I just hope that our cake brings in the big bucks. I even bought a pizza pan to put it on!! Too cute. Don't worry, I will post pictures tomorrow after the event. Should be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law is spending the weekend with us. She is coming tonight and will go home some time Sunday. She is going to go with us tomorrow night, so Kyla said she would babysit Bella. Thank God. She is not exactly the most quiet child in the world. I just wish we could baby sit her baby, but he cries every time she leaves the room, and I just don't think they are comfortable with that. I don't know what the problem is, he goes to daycare, so its not like he has never been left alone before. I guess he can sense that I don't like kids. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still have to do the dishes, wash a comforter for Debbie, fold the laundry, clean the living room, sweep the kitchen and living room and finish this cake. Did I mention I have to work?!?! Yeah, stay at home mom is easy. NOT. I should probably clean Spooky Boo's cage out, but lets be honest, its not going to happen. John is going out tonight, so he wont be home to cook dinner for everyone, so add that to my list. I think I will just cook a hamburger helper. I hate hamburger helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I ALONE HERE, BUT I CAN NOT WAIT FOR SPRING!!! I AM SO TIRED OF THE FREAKING COLD AND SNOW. LOOKING FORWARD TO OPENING SOME WINDOWS AND TURNING THE HEATER OFF FOR THE SEASON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-4194610103935582200?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/4194610103935582200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=4194610103935582200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4194610103935582200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/4194610103935582200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/02/cub-scouts.html' title='Cub Scouts'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446369831356620820.post-9037002961776444109</id><published>2009-02-26T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:59:28.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go baby go!!!</title><content type='html'>So just since I blogged last, this new baby of mine has really made itself known!! It did not really do much yesterday during the day, but the second I went to bed it moved ALL NIGHT!!! It was amazing. I did not want to sleep and miss any of it, but yeah right, I fell asleep. Poor John could not sleep, it was my fault. It snowed as we went to bed last night, and the poor man can not sleep knowing that he may have to get up earlier. He hates being late, he is always early to work. Everyday, sick right?! Anyway, I said the small sentence that doomed him for the entire night, "Your not going to sleep because of the snow". What was I thinking. Anyway, I guess he gave up around 3am, and hit the couch. I have a bit of a stuffy nose, and was snoring loud enough that I could hear it, so I am sure that did not help. Anyway, I can not sleep well without him, so I woke up a lot, and every time I woke up, the baby was still moving. Even this morning I have felt it move like 6 times. It is just crazy that over night it is big enough that I can fell it move all the time now. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching Ghost Hunters International last night, as was cramping a lot. I always cramp with my pregnancies, but it was a lot, and often. It started to worry me. I got up and got some water, thinking that I could have been dehydrated, but that did not work. The cramping went on for an hour and a half. It went away when I went to bed, finally. I have an appointment on the 9th, and if it doesn't get worse before then, I will ask then. That is the day that we have our ultrasound. Can not wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my BFF just called, so I am going to go. No one ever calls me, so I am going to take advantage of this!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446369831356620820-9037002961776444109?l=supercori1227.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/feeds/9037002961776444109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446369831356620820&amp;postID=9037002961776444109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/9037002961776444109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446369831356620820/posts/default/9037002961776444109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercori1227.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-baby-go.html' title='Go baby go!!!'/><author><name>Cori's Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17957406554581218184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bk1e0kIJ5f0/SR50bW6lO6I/AAAAAAAAATs/_H-6vINHHtg/S220/the+day+I+found+out+I+was+with+child.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
