<?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-6091965987617933028</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:34:35.258-05:00</updated><category term='newborn pics'/><category term='etsy.com'/><category term='high bp'/><category term='Week 12'/><category term='RLP'/><category term='u/s'/><category term='time to share'/><category term='Week 18'/><category term='cream cheese icing'/><category term='crib'/><category term='baby name'/><category term='hCG level'/><category term='bump pictures'/><category term='movement'/><category term='Week 7'/><category term='my shower'/><category term='flu shot'/><category term='wall decals'/><category term='blood test'/><category term='25w'/><category term='27w bump'/><category term='19th Week'/><category term='baby stuff'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='food aversions'/><category term='name letters'/><category term='birth stats'/><category term='first post'/><category term='It&apos;s a boy'/><category term='wedding ring'/><category term='rhogam shot'/><category term='induction'/><category term='stretch marks'/><category term='heartbeat'/><category term='fitpregnancy.com'/><category term='2nd OB appointment'/><category term='v-day'/><category term='13th Week'/><category term='hiccups'/><category term='35/35'/><category term='onesies'/><category term='cake'/><category term='new car'/><category term='thebump.com'/><category term='birth story'/><category term='nursery decor'/><category term='GD results'/><category term='diaper bag'/><category term='new due date?'/><category term='6th Week'/><category term='t minus 2 days'/><category term='14th Week'/><category term='photography by caitlin domanico'/><category term='Week 6'/><category term='Week 9'/><category term='double digits'/><category term='7th Week'/><category term='Week 14'/><category term='15th Week'/><category term='pregnancy brain'/><category term='99 days'/><category term='5th week'/><category term='9th Week'/><category term='Week 5'/><category term='11th week'/><category term='2 month appt'/><category term='allergies'/><category term='July 29th'/><category term='10th Week'/><category term='Week 8'/><category term='8th Week'/><category term='BFP'/><category term='week 10'/><category term='gender'/><category term='big u/s'/><category term='anniversary trip'/><category term='Craiglist'/><category term='alien baby'/><category term='vaccines'/><category term='babymoon'/><category term='maternity pictures'/><category term='PSU baby stuff'/><category term='hernia'/><category term='1st u/s'/><category term='back pain'/><category term='headache'/><category term='thrifty'/><category term='Cole'/><category term='boy or girl?'/><category term='Week 13'/><title type='text'>Little Kob To Be</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-5767419156776776293</id><published>2010-02-19T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:57:31.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog change</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about changing the title of the blog but have no idea what to.  And I'm kind of sad to see "Little Kob to Be" go.  Who knew I could be a digital pack-rat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-5767419156776776293?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5767419156776776293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5767419156776776293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5767419156776776293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-change.html' title='Blog change'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-2605709203325779482</id><published>2010-02-19T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:56:43.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>We're getting through</title><content type='html'>I seem to be a little crazy when I have to get up less than an hour after putting Cole to bed.  The past two weeks DH has put his foot down about me doing all the work at night while he slept since he's trying to get up at 5 am and put in a ton of hours (he's hourly and wants to take advantage of that)...I was resistant only because I've been terrified of being hit hard with PPD and anxiety since normal depression and anxiety run in my family.  I knew I'd resent him sleeping while I took care of the baby and I didn't want to be alone.  Yes, I'm psycho it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But two days ago I asked Jeff to be the one to stay up with Cole until he fell asleep, which is anywhere from 9 to 11 depending on Cole's mood.  And I just go right to sleep.  And guess what?  This works for me!  I can get up the other times in the night with no problem because that first stretch was a decent one.  Fingers are crossed that this continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-2605709203325779482?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2605709203325779482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/were-getting-through.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2605709203325779482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2605709203325779482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/were-getting-through.html' title='We&apos;re getting through'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-202831321957509847</id><published>2010-02-05T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:08:32.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaccines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 month appt'/><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Cole hit 2 months!  And while taking his official picture, he gave me the biggest smile and I caught it on camera!  WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/S2xCGG6XUkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/itUo7yGCYQo/s1600-h/Cole+Feb+2010+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/S2xCGG6XUkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/itUo7yGCYQo/s400/Cole+Feb+2010+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434791523031405122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His appointment went well, he's up to 12 lbs 4 oz and 23.5 inches long (75th percentile for both!)  I loved hearing "Well, now there's a healthy 2 month old!"  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got his shots, 2 of them to be exact, one in each of his little, chubby thighs.  Yes, I cried harder than he did.   And an oral vaccine as well.  When they told me one of the shots contained like 4 or 5 vaccines in one I said "So, I guess they're trying to make it impossible for anyone to stagger the vaccines.  No use in me fighting it, huh?"  I wanted to be on an alternate schedule, but I didn't do a ton of research and I never really talked it over with the ped.  I've always been pro-vaccine, it's just becoming a parent makes me second guess a lot of things.  So it wasn't terribly hard to let go of the alt schedule, but it was hard not to worry afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the shots he was supposed to get wasn't in stock, which I was secretly thankful for since it was one more he didn't have to cram into his little body.  We have to go back next week and I'm terrified because it's one with the "typical" side effect of a fever.  I won't be sleeping that night if that's the case.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he took the ones from yesterday really well.  We had a bottle with us and fed him right after which stopped the crying, then we changed him and he immediately fell asleep.  His fussiness was only a little bit increased but by 1 am, he was back to as normal as he could get.  And he slept two 3.5 hr stretches!  ::sigh:: I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-202831321957509847?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/202831321957509847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/202831321957509847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/202831321957509847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/S2xCGG6XUkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/itUo7yGCYQo/s72-c/Cole+Feb+2010+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-900713153977406424</id><published>2010-02-02T16:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:21:50.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this again</title><content type='html'>My blogging goal is to try and post at least once a week.  There's so much I already missed posting about, let me see what I can remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breastfeeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for a couple days during the 3rd week, I EBF for the first 5 weeks of Cole's life.  Then he hit a growth spurt and while I was already dealing with ridiculous nipple and breast pain, the almost constant demand to feed him did me in.  I was at the point of being MAD that my child dare be hungry again.  And I realized I couldn't be like that.  Add to that a bout of mastitis, and I was through with breastfeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now pump the majority of Cole's meals.  I'm sad to say I can't keep up with his increased intake and some of his bottles are formula, but I'm at least happy the majority of what he takes in is BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole seemed to be headed for STTN around Christmas (2-3 weeks) where he had some nights with 4 to 5 hour stretches...it was bliss!  But then he went back to eating every 2 hours and our nights became hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a week ago (7 weeks old) that he increased to 3 and 4 hour stretches.  What we found with him was that if we fed him a little bit more, say 6 ounces instead of 4.5 or 5, over an hour instead of 20 min, he slept for these longer stretches.  While all other things like reading, playing, snuggling, etc. failed, this worked.  Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milestones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling - Cole had been smiling in his sleep since a couple days after his birth but it wasn't until this past Friday, when he was 8 weeks old exactly, that I witnessed his first social smile.  Let me tell you, my DS is an absolute angel, so freaking adorable.  He has dimples!  I'm even more in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing - While I wouldn't consider it a "real" laugh as in a social one, right after his first social smile, Cole fell partially asleep (when he usually does is smiling) and actually giggled after a few closed eye smiles!  It was the most heart melting sound, I can't wait to hear it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding head up - Cole has been a champ at this right from the beginning.  We do tummy time on our chests, on his play mat and in his boppy a couple times a day.  At around 6 weeks he was also lifting up on his forearms a couple times.  He's getting so strong, so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talking" - Cole loves to make sounds.  When he's really content, he'll just lay there staring at me or Jeff and talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all these things, Cole loves pushing with his legs, he's stood up a couple times while leaning on our sides on our bed (it was amazing!), he loves looking at so many objects (his favorites are the mirrors and speakers in our living room), and he's playing more and more with his hands and discovering his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture I took last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/S2ijwucei3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tDcjNGKSOAQ/s1600-h/Cole+Jan+2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/S2ijwucei3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tDcjNGKSOAQ/s400/Cole+Jan+2010+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433773007919025010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-900713153977406424?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/900713153977406424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-try-this-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/900713153977406424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/900713153977406424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/S2ijwucei3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tDcjNGKSOAQ/s72-c/Cole+Jan+2010+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-2706039458228041423</id><published>2010-01-14T12:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:24:52.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry, I'm trying!</title><content type='html'>I really really suck at multi-tasking right now.  I'll try harder to post more, but for now here's a story that I posted on the bump and had to share on my blog as well since I think it's hilarious...this proves my lack of ability to multi-task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was trying to update my Quick Books for my business and needed the help of customer service.  My DS was laying on my chest on the couch, I had my laptop on my lap behind him, my right hand was on the mouse while my left hand was holding his behind.  So I put my cell phone on speaker phone and put it in my left hand as well.&lt;p&gt;Just before the call ended with Joe from customer support, my little guy woke up a bit and let out a very loud poop...right into the phone for Joe to hear.  I was so shocked I hung up and didn't finish fixing my problem.  &lt;/p&gt;I couldn't stop laughing, this will teach me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-2706039458228041423?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2706039458228041423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry-im-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2706039458228041423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2706039458228041423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry-im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, I&apos;m trying!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-4606205798825982469</id><published>2009-12-23T16:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:44:29.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography by caitlin domanico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn pics'/><title type='text'>Birth Story - finally!!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting around to posting Cole's birth story.  I'm obviously not so good at multi-tasking right now, just focusing fully on Cole and trying to still take care of myself (not easy, I don't even have hunger cues right now in order to remember to eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from the previous posts it seemed obvious I was heading towards a diagnosis of pre-eclampsia.  And Jeff and I were ready to fight with the Doctor when surprise of all surprises, there was protein found in my urine and we were told that we would be kept and I would be induced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately went down to L&amp;amp;D where I got "comfortable" and was started on Cervidil, which is used to ripen the cervix.  I started having small contractions but was not considered to be in active labor until my water broke/was broken or my contractions got really close together and stronger.  I hung out with Jeff until we decided to get some sleep after my parents stopped by to check on us.  Jeff even placed an order for cigars to celebrate (I wanted to kill him at the time haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given something to allow me to sleep, as well as I could anyway, and 12 hours later at 6 am the Cervidil was removed (holy hell!) and my water was broken by the doctor (warm!).  So contractions immediately started and when I was asked how strong they were, I told them a 4 on a scale of 1 - 10...apparently that was enough for an epidural.  I was also 3 cm at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anesthesiologist came in and what an odd fellow he was.  I was the first patient of his that day and he actually apologized for missing a step in the process (which I can't even remember what it was, but Jeff knows...I'll ask when he comes home from work!)  Anyway, Jeff couldn't believe it and said he was a bit unprofessional.  The epidural wasn't so bad, Jeff held me and I just moaned when it hurt and it was over.  Ahh blessed numbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel a thing for a while and just get to sleep a bit and talk with Jeff, my mom and the wonderful L&amp;amp;D nurse.  Then all of a sudden I start to feel the contractions a bit.  So I hit the epidural button and get brief relief.  But the pain comes back a short time later and the button is hit a couple times more before I realize something isn't working.  I had hit the max amount the machine would give me and I could start to feel every single contraction.  The nurse calls a different anesthesiologist in and she was even weirder than the last one.  She also started blaming the previous guy for messing up and I started praying this woman would just shut up and help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then grabs an ice cube and puts it on different parts of my body asking if there's a difference in the coldness at the different locations.  There was and she told me the epidural had failed and would need to be put in again.  I sit up and get back into position with Jeff, but I look at him and tell him I all of a sudden don't feel well.  My blood pressure had still been high during the labor (approx. 150/90) but at this point it dropped to 90/40.  My nurse shoved Jeff aside, grabbed me and started yelling orders at him.  I just remember having a cold, wet washcloth on my face and neck while she held me for the 2nd epidural.  Thank God my back was still numb, I didn't feel a thing.  And after that, the contractions went away and I was finally comfortable again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jeff was a bit freaked out.  The nurse seemed worried too so she checked me saying she hoped there was progress.  Well I made it to 6 cm!  We all seemed to think this was great news and that we'd be going soon after this.  So I fall asleep and Jeff heads out to the waiting room to eat and see his brother and mom.  About 3 hours after the 2nd epidural was put in the doctor came in to check on me.  Unfortunately, I was still at 6 cm and Cole had decided to stay high, he wasn't dropping at all.  The internal was brutal btw!  And after that, I started to feel the contractions again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor comes back after leaving for a couple minutes and says that they've decided to do a C-section.  I didn't want one initially but after everything that happened, I was happy to see an end in sight and told him to go for it.  They started preparing the OR and it took them about an hour.  An hour where my 2nd epidural had apparently also failed and I could feel these horrible contractions in my stomach AND my back.  I couldn't believe the intensity, it was excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were ready, they told Jeff to stay in our room until he was asked to come in and I was wheeled into the OR.  I was writhing on the bed, begging them to give me something for the pain.  They kept telling me they would but it was taking forever, or it seemed like it.  They slid me onto the operating table, which was the same freaking width as I am, and strapped down my legs making the contractions even more difficult to deal with (didn't know that was possible!).  They then strapped my arms to these wings that came off the table, I felt like I was being crucified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was given a medicine in my epidural and the anesthesiologist was pinching me to determine if it was working.  It wasn't, so he kept pumping this stuff into me until I was just completely dead from my chest down.  I started getting really cold and shivering.  My hands were blocks of ice.  My shoulders hurt from my stiffness, I was so stressed I couldn't relax my muscles.  Jeff finally came into the OR and told me how mad he was that he was kept from me for so long.  And he was so worried that I couldn't stop shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started the c-section and Jeff was stroking my hair.  I kept going in and out of consciousness asking him if Cole was here yet.  Then we heard cheers and our son's cries and we both started bawling.  Jeff was told to take a picture and when he popped over the curtain, got an eyeful of me MID-OPERATION!!!!  He actually took a picture of it, yuck!  And I found out at that point that they actually take your uterus as well as some other organs OUT OF YOU!  I had no idea!  I thought ignorance was bliss but in this case, let me tell you, it was traumatic!  I had a mini panic attack after learning this AND realizing I couldn't even move my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff brought Cole over and even after everything, I told Jeff that our son was completely and totally worth it.  As I was being closed up, the anesthesiologist kept asking me what I was dealing with and gave me some different medicines to deal with it all, including lovely morphine for the pain.  But I didn't get anything for the shakes until about 45 min later in the recovery room, I was kind of pissed about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole was being checked out in the nursery and Jeff had joined me in the recovery room and then an hour after his birth, Cole was brought into our L&amp;amp;D room (which we got an extra night in because I was on magnesium sulfate to prevent any possible seizures) to nurse because his blood sugar was low.  He got to visit with us and his grandparents for a couple minutes afterward before going back to the nursery for a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the stay was a bit depressing for me.  After the gorgeous L&amp;amp;D room, we had two nights in this little PP jail cell of a room where you had to pay for tv (we didn't) and Jeff had the most uncomfortable "bed" (they apparently don't expect husbands to stay over and give you a paper to read and sign saying you understood husbands are basically not their problem, NICE)  I couldn't sleep, the baby blues were harsh.  I had so much anxiety and was so severely worried about SIDS for when we were home, I just laid in bed all night with no rest.  And don't get me started on the food!  I burst into tears when I saw the menu with the two meal choices.  Jeff just laughed and called our parents to bring real food when they visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after getting out of the hospital, everything felt better.  I got through the worst of the baby blues (which isn't easy in December when it gets dark at 4 pm!), I was healing pretty quickly, and Jeff was the best husband and father and we were completely in love with our new addition.  Plus, our pup Truffle had gotten used to Cole and started checking on him when he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole is a ridiculously good baby.  I feel bad whenever I'm frustrated at night cause all babies need to eat often so it makes sense to be up every 1.5 to 2 hours (we got spoiled with 2 nights where he slept for a 4 hour stretch) but overall we're so happy and grateful for him.  And Jeff helped with my anxiety over SIDS, he reassures me every night and we sleep as well as could be expected.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some professional newborn pics we had taken by the wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.caitlindomanico.com/"&gt;Caitlin Domanico&lt;/a&gt; (who also did my maternity pics!)...sorry if I got carried away posting too many, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b45c8d1d1c00000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 311px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b45c8d1d1c00000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b4cdaadcdb00000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 310px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b4cdaadcdb00000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b51d8efcdb00000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 319px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b51d8efcdb00000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b5e2763df400000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 318px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b5e2763df400000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b4f59cdcf100000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 322px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b4f59cdcf100000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b5e4b2bc0300000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 307px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b5e4b2bc0300000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b4b8471da400000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 292px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b4b8471da400000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our absolute favorite picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b410751dc200000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 312px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cc37b3127ccef8b410751dc200000030O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-4606205798825982469?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4606205798825982469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/birth-story-finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4606205798825982469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4606205798825982469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/birth-story-finally.html' title='Birth Story - finally!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-4571040782179420576</id><published>2009-12-05T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:38:53.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth stats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cole'/><title type='text'>Cole has arrived!!</title><content type='html'>Our little guy was born yesterday via c-section, 12.4.09 at 4:27 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 8 lbs. 3 oz. and 20 in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update soon with his birth story.  Until then, here's a pic taken with my Blackberry.  I of course wasn't prepared with a connection for my camera to Jeff's laptop and my laptop chose to die the day before Cole's birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SxpwGGgHNTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/K-TaKgjIjPI/s1600-h/Cole+Kobilka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SxpwGGgHNTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/K-TaKgjIjPI/s400/Cole+Kobilka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411761152365901106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-4571040782179420576?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4571040782179420576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/cole-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4571040782179420576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4571040782179420576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/cole-has-arrived.html' title='Cole has arrived!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SxpwGGgHNTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/K-TaKgjIjPI/s72-c/Cole+Kobilka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-6512313955484307881</id><published>2009-12-03T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:24:19.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='induction'/><title type='text'>Being induced!!</title><content type='html'>Right at this moment we're in the hospital being induced!  Your prayers certainly worked quickly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in for a routine appt, actually ready to argue for my health, and when the Dr. came in he pretty much said we're being induced.  Actually it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (to Jeff): I hope he comes in going "Ready to have a baby?"&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:  That won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;::Doctor knocks::&lt;br /&gt;Dr:  Hello!  How are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Dr:  Ugh?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Everything has gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;Dr:  Well I guess we'll have to keep you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ok, keep me!&lt;br /&gt;Dr:  We are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crickets&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jeff:  You are?&lt;br /&gt;Dr:  Yup, there was protein in your urine so we're keeping you.  Be careful what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;::I burst into tears::  Ok, that's not true, I waited for the Dr. to leave first.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So Cole will most likely be here.  I hope via vaginal birth, but we'll see.  Keep sending those prayers, we appreciate them so very much!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-6512313955484307881?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6512313955484307881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-induced.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6512313955484307881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6512313955484307881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-induced.html' title='Being induced!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-388438176437916765</id><published>2009-12-01T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:35:58.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high bp'/><title type='text'>See?</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/204_induced-labor-may-improve-outcome-in-risky-pregnancies_10317018.bc?intcmp=Nav_Global_MyBC_Readmore&amp;amp;pn=My%20BabyCenter"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; just proves what I'm feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:  Forgot to celebrate full term today!  WOOHOO 37w!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-388438176437916765?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/388438176437916765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/see.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/388438176437916765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/388438176437916765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/see.html' title='See?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8222569537159006662</id><published>2009-11-30T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:20:28.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high bp'/><title type='text'>37w Appt</title><content type='html'>And it was with the female Dr. of the practice, the one that actually talks to me about what she's thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She again made it clear that she doesn't think I will make it to my due date.  I felt like telling her "Well, you don't know my body.  It likes to play tricks with me.  It will most likely make me suffer and keep all my symptoms just below the threshold of what you all need to approve putting me out of my misery (i.e. inducing me) until I am 1w5d past due, the date you said you would induce me if Cole hasn't decided to show up yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did like that she acknowledged my other symptoms.  Basically the other Dr. I have been seeing regularly only sees the HBP, and the possibility of protein in my urine and/or abnormal blood work.  He completely ignores the ridiculous swelling, the horrible headaches and now the spots I see in front of my eyes.  But this Dr. (I will call her Dr. P) noted down all the other symptoms and kind of groaned when I told her about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I didn't mention the trip to L&amp;amp;D yesterday since I was worried about an onset of constant pain in my stomach (ALL over it) since Friday morning.  I thought I might be in labor, but no, my body is laughing at me and my pain.  I can't walk anywhere, I can't get into a position that has the pain at least subsiding enough where I can ignore it (forget the word "comfortable" from now on), I can't focus.  But Cole is just fine, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. in L&amp;amp;D said there was 1+ protein in my urine and had me do a 24 hour collection.  I should know the results by Wednesday at noon.  I will be induced (no clue when) if there is protein present in the collection.  I was very surprised (and grateful) to hear Dr. P go "I hate to say it, but I wish something would tip the scales so we can get you induced."  I almost wanted to cry knowing she at least understood what was going on with me enough to say that.  And I admitted to her I felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as much as I hate to hope for something to happen that's dangerous to both myself and Cole, I trust my Doctors and the timing of catching this thing enough to hope there is in fact protein in the urine collection.  I hate playing around with our health when there's so much pointing to something being even a little bit wrong.  Please pray we'll be welcoming Cole (and my recovering health) very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8222569537159006662?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8222569537159006662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/37w-appt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8222569537159006662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8222569537159006662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/37w-appt.html' title='37w Appt'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-5714560757482326134</id><published>2009-11-24T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:44:41.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high bp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my shower'/><title type='text'>Sorry for no updates</title><content type='html'>Things have been busy.  I've been back and forth from the Doctors' for almost a week now.  Last Wednesday I went in for a regular visit and was found to have high blood pressure (from here on out, referred to as "HBP).  There was no protein in my urine but they sent me to L&amp;amp;D (labor &amp;amp; delivery) for blood work and an NST (non-stress test...and these explanations of abbreviations are getting annoying!).  Baby Cole is perfect, blood work is "beautiful", but mommy continued to come in and have HBP.  I also developed a hideous headache that one Dr. prescribed a migraine level medicine for and guess what?  It only partially touches the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also put on modified bed rest and was told they're trying to get me to 37w...which was scary and, I admit, a bit exciting until my last appointment.  Here's an update I had sent to a friend in an email:  "I went in to the Dr. again today (headache is so much worse) and BP is back up. I had the Dr. I like the least and he pretty much confused me again...he said that something else would have to go "wrong" (higher BP, protein in urine, abnormal blood work) in order to induce me...but I don't know if that means before 37 weeks or at all. I feel like things change from Dr. to Dr. He also said I have to "deal with" my headache until the baby is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did the Strep B thing and an internal, I'm apparently 1 cm dilated (which could mean nothing) but he said it was "Good for a first time mom" UGH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I am right now.  Trying to stay calm for Cole's and my own sake, but ridiculously frustrated that one Dr. made it seem like I would be induced around 37w in order to help with my severe pain but another doesn't think it's a good enough reason to induce me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in tomorrow for another BP check...it sucks to say this but I hope I'm either fine or something has happened to convince them to "help" me next week because this limbo is frustrating and painful.  I keep praying to go into labor so they don't have to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news, I had my shower this past Saturday.  Sure I was drugged and out of it with pain, but I couldn't have had a better time.  My family and friends are the  absolute best!  You should see what they got Cole, he's one lucky little boy!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-5714560757482326134?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5714560757482326134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-for-no-updates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5714560757482326134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5714560757482326134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-for-no-updates.html' title='Sorry for no updates'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-6000693986746363142</id><published>2009-11-17T09:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:04:54.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='35/35'/><title type='text'>It's my 35/35!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm actually 35 weeks and 35 days from my DD!  I was looking forward to today all last week and I almost forgot...it took my ticker to remind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are definitely uncomfortable right now, incredibly so.  And they feel different.  I wonder just how much longer I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything to having a pregnancy similar to your mother's, then Cole will be making an early entrance.  This is how it went with all her kids, in order of oldest to youngest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy:  2 Weeks early (38w)&lt;br /&gt;Willy: 3 Weeks early (37w)&lt;br /&gt;Kenny:  8 Weeks early (32w)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  4 Weeks early (36w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll just wait and see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-6000693986746363142?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6000693986746363142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-my-3535.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6000693986746363142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6000693986746363142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-my-3535.html' title='It&apos;s my 35/35!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8818707976005163141</id><published>2009-11-08T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:16:29.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high bp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u/s'/><title type='text'>Forgot to update on Cole</title><content type='html'>I went for my 33w appt. last Wednesday and initially had a high bp reading.  They had me lie on my side after my appt. and when they took it again, it was back to normal.  My doc didn't seem to like the high reading though and I'm now down to weekly visits.  I'm not too thrilled with that but oh well, better safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Dr. also reviewed the u/s, said Cole was in the 72 percentile and everything is in the right place.  I asked him if there was a limit to the size they would allow me to go over term with and he said no.  He must've seen the fear on my face because he started explaining how I had a certain percentage chance of having a c-section no matter what and even though he thinks I will deliver vaginally, it might not be in the cards for me anyway.  He also said the u/s could be off by 2 lbs. either way.  After a friend of mine delivered an 8 lbs. baby girl this past Tuesday (when she was supposed to be 6 lbs.) I decided to stop worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned this week that my dad is calling a Thanksgiving baby.  I think I turned white after hearing that haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8818707976005163141?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8818707976005163141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/forgot-to-update-on-cole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8818707976005163141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8818707976005163141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/forgot-to-update-on-cole.html' title='Forgot to update on Cole'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-6260618372791635413</id><published>2009-11-06T12:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:20:52.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my shower'/><title type='text'>Update to the last two posts</title><content type='html'>So I told Jeff that I don't think there's any way I'll be surprised for my shower.  I didn't peek or anything (I designed an invite w/o the info and dh filled them in and printed them for my mom)...but I'm pretty sure I know the general time and I know the place.  My mom isn't good at keeping info to herself (sorry, mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke about having it at her house cause I didn't want a ton of money spent on the location.  And after announcing the pregnancy to my Godmother, she insisted she be here for the shower.  She's coming up for Thanksgiving... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dh responds to me that he'll just have to blind fold me for the same amount of time I'm wearing my lovely shower top.  Mom jumped on that real quick going "That's a great idea!  We need to trick her!"  This month is going to be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my maternity pics, I received the CD from Caitlin and wanted to post a few more on here...yeah I can be a bit of an AW, but I LOVE them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d334551ba400000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 280px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d334551ba400000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d37bfdda8300000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 294px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d37bfdda8300000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d30bd65ba000000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 300px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d30bd65ba000000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d25bdc7bce00000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 303px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d25bdc7bce00000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d3d7ba5ba200000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 288px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9cf22b3127ccef8d3d7ba5ba200000060O00AasmLRk3bM2IPbz4A/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-6260618372791635413?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6260618372791635413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-to-last-two-posts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6260618372791635413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6260618372791635413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-to-last-two-posts.html' title='Update to the last two posts'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-962223782353913116</id><published>2009-11-01T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:08:10.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my shower'/><title type='text'>My shower</title><content type='html'>My mom bought me a top that she wants me to wear for my shower.  My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; shower.  So when I asked her how I'm supposed to know when to dress in the top for the shower she said "Well, you can wear it for Thanksgiving.  And every day, every weekend afterward.  Just in case."  That shirt won't make it to the New Year ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-962223782353913116?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/962223782353913116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-shower.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/962223782353913116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/962223782353913116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-shower.html' title='My shower'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-7163103122002636304</id><published>2009-10-29T11:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:08:54.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography by caitlin domanico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity pictures'/><title type='text'>My maternity pics are sick!</title><content type='html'>They were done by &lt;a href="http://www.caitlindomanico.com/"&gt;Caitlin Domanico&lt;/a&gt;, the #1 family photographer in Southeast Pennsylvania.  Caitlin is a friend of mine but I can see her being just as relaxed and fun with any one of her clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the preview of my maternity pics &lt;a href="http://www.caitlindomanico.com/2009/10/client-preview-the-ks-montgomery-county-pa-maternity-photography/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I'm so in love with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-7163103122002636304?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7163103122002636304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-maternity-pics-are-sick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7163103122002636304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7163103122002636304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-maternity-pics-are-sick.html' title='My maternity pics are sick!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-1990806713070048916</id><published>2009-10-25T18:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:51:20.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u/s'/><title type='text'>Surprise u/s!</title><content type='html'>At my 31w appointment, I met with the only female doctor in the practice and she mentioned that I was supposed to have had a follow up u/s after my 19w one because they didn't get super great pics of Cole's spine.  She had no idea why I wasn't told by the male doctors but wrote me a script for another u/s.  I was stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I set it up for 2 days later and got to see DS again.  She got a really good shot of his face and mentioned he had "pouty lips"...I was like "Awww he has my mouth!" but we'll see for sure when he's born.  I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole is also still measuring 2 weeks ahead so the u/s tech said to not be surprised if he comes on Dec. 10th.  We're keeping our fingers crossed that that's the case and he's a 2009 baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-1990806713070048916?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1990806713070048916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/surprise-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1990806713070048916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1990806713070048916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/surprise-us.html' title='Surprise u/s!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-6184846294055650153</id><published>2009-10-19T15:51:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:05:51.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery decor'/><title type='text'>All work and no play...</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a killer but we got some huge projects done and I am thrilled.  We took two big dressers in our bedroom that we have been dying to re-do (and sometimes dying to just trash) and re-finished them from a very light beige color to a dark mocha with a hint of gray color.  There's still a few touches and a set of shelves which we also re-did to set up, and then I'll take some pics of our master bedroom to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also picked up Cole's dresser and put up his name!  The dresser is from the same line as the crib but in white just like the one in my inspiration picture.  I'll have pictures of it in the nursery later (since it's currently sitting in our living room after I finished installing the drawers and doors this morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Cole's name, I initially wanted to do the ribbon deal that a lot of moms-to-be are doing but something else popped into my head.  Instead I wanted it to look like a 3D picture on the wall.  We painted a white rectangle and glued the letters that I had spent a couple hours covering with pretty designed paper into the middle.  Then dh was wonderful at measuring out some molding, painting it black and then gluing that to frame the rectangle.  Since my camera decided to die at the exact moment I wanted to take pictures, here's some low resolution ones from my Blackberry.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFO2A7i5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CdOBFJ5wku8/s1600-h/IMG00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFO2A7i5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CdOBFJ5wku8/s400/IMG00070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394403312491269010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFVNpssUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CAJWdPf4Et0/s1600-h/IMG00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFVNpssUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CAJWdPf4Et0/s400/IMG00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394403421915492674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFdUFbPTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cpdjDT5A9Vs/s1600-h/IMG00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFs0k_r9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/n0Za8jv2_w0/s400/IMG00075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394403827501739986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFwNGO0_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/64zhOPOJt3E/s1600-h/IMG00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFwNGO0_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/64zhOPOJt3E/s400/IMG00076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394403885623202802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFzcbpK5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLiFiW5s-5Y/s1600-h/IMG00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFzcbpK5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLiFiW5s-5Y/s400/IMG00077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394403941279148946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-6184846294055650153?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6184846294055650153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-work-and-no-play.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6184846294055650153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6184846294055650153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-work-and-no-play.html' title='All work and no play...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/StzFO2A7i5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CdOBFJ5wku8/s72-c/IMG00070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-1752781068219159843</id><published>2009-10-09T14:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:54:33.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu shot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhogam shot'/><title type='text'>Needles, needles everywhere</title><content type='html'>I got both my regular flu shot and the Rhogam shot today.  I had read one post (on the 3rd tri Bump board) where the woman said the Rhogam shot is given in the ass.  With a larger than normal needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, preconceived notions are what get people in trouble.  I was nervous for the Rhogam shot thinking it's going to hurt like hell.  Well I breezed through the flu shot and then breezed through the Rhogam shot.  Sure, I didn't like the part where my ass is hanging out for this nurse to poke, but not so bad all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-1752781068219159843?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1752781068219159843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/needles-needles-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1752781068219159843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1752781068219159843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/needles-needles-everywhere.html' title='Needles, needles everywhere'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8953336277840232947</id><published>2009-10-06T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:16:44.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things</title><content type='html'>My life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a sitcom!  We finally got around to watching last week's The Big Bang Theory, which we really relate to, huge dorks.  And they actually had a cricket chirping in their apartment building which they went to search for.  When that thing started chirping, dh and I were frozen for a second before we bent over laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, last night I had a crazy scary dream and asked dh to hold me.  I feel him poke me in the butt and he mumbles "No, I don't want to hurt the baby, turn around."  I start shaking with laughter and go "I AM turned around, that's my butt!"  His response?  "This is going in your blog, isn't it?"  LMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8953336277840232947?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8953336277840232947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8953336277840232947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8953336277840232947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-things.html' title='Two things'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8360188924518732499</id><published>2009-10-03T16:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:33:55.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GD results'/><title type='text'>No GD for me!</title><content type='html'>I called 2 days after my blood test because I was told I would have to come in on Friday (yesterday) for my Rhogam shot.  I set up an appointment for the shot and then was told that my glucose levels were "very good", I'm so relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I didn't find the drink for the test to be bad at all, actually I considered it delicious and downed it pretty quickly.  Yes, Cole, mommy is a freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8360188924518732499?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8360188924518732499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-gd-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8360188924518732499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8360188924518732499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-gd-for-me.html' title='No GD for me!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-5435470869511850932</id><published>2009-10-01T19:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:49:30.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Babe, you're a sitcom"...</title><content type='html'>My dh has been away all week for work and I hate being by myself, it scares the crap out of me.  The anxiety during pregnancy is ten times worse then my normal level, and that's saying something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I'm pretty much not sleeping just tossing and turning when, miracle of all miracles, I fall asleep!  I wake up some unknown time later to an unrecognizable sound.  At first it's integrated into my dream (I'm a huge dork and was dreaming about fixing up the website for my business...whenever I used the menu on the site, the sound would happen) until I realized the sound was actually not in sync with my dream.  So I wake up a little more and check my alarm.  Nope, not that.  I wake up fully and it dawns on me that the sound is in fact a cricket.  A LOUD cricket in my freaking room.  A little cricket I'm terrified will jump in my mouth as I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get up and try to figure out where the cricket is and hear it coming from the direction of my closet.  I stare horrified at my closet for what seemed like hours wondering how the hell I'm going to find this thing in my ridiculously disorganized closet.  I look down at that moment and see the cricket is actually right outside the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can imagine the rest: 6 month pregnant lady chasing around a little cricket at 4 am trying to get him to hop out the window because she doesn't want to kill the poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling dh about how scared I am at night and then mentioning the cricket, his response (while cracking up) was "Babe, you're a sitcom, not a horror movie."  Umm thanks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-5435470869511850932?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5435470869511850932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/babe-youre-sitcom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5435470869511850932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5435470869511850932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/babe-youre-sitcom.html' title='&quot;Babe, you&apos;re a sitcom&quot;...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-9089071439590625508</id><published>2009-09-30T11:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:14:09.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='27w bump'/><title type='text'>Back from Babymoon</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been home for a couple days now.  I almost posted a big ol' vent yesterday but decided against it and Thank God.  I calmed down and realized that, even though it was justified, I need to keep some things between myself and dh.  It was about his employers, not dh himself for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our babymoon was also our 2nd anniversary trip.  We got lucky the first two days down in Ocean City, MD and were able to lounge on the beach.  I fell asleep the first day and dh said it was the first time he was able to watch Cole bounce around w/o my being aware of it.  The second half of the week, dh's parents came down (it's their house) so we got to hang with them, but they brought the rain with them so the beach was out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a much needed break.  Here's some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our 2nd Anniversary - 9.22.09&lt;br /&gt;27w0d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SsOBw7bI27I/AAAAAAAAAHE/2jTk0cbJXm0/s1600-h/27wBump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SsOBw7bI27I/AAAAAAAAAHE/2jTk0cbJXm0/s400/27wBump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292256850467762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SsOCjjXoHUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WF6dFlrSkGU/s1600-h/DSC06557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SsOCjjXoHUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WF6dFlrSkGU/s400/DSC06557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293126566616386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirt says: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ocean City, Maryland  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'09&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EST 2007"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd anniversary = cloth, so we got shirts made to remember the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SsOCsrZbG-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Vd86nIXE40E/s1600-h/DSC06552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SsOCsrZbG-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Vd86nIXE40E/s400/DSC06552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293283340458978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SsODj9xWWqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VFFeL52ime8/s1600-h/DSC06538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SsODj9xWWqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VFFeL52ime8/s400/DSC06538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387294233165453986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-9089071439590625508?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/9089071439590625508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-babymoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/9089071439590625508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/9089071439590625508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-babymoon.html' title='Back from Babymoon'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SsOBw7bI27I/AAAAAAAAAHE/2jTk0cbJXm0/s72-c/27wBump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-2391566006768964360</id><published>2009-09-16T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:19:55.927-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiccups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alien baby'/><title type='text'>Ahh alien baby!</title><content type='html'>Cole has been at it all.freaking.day.  I get kicked, he rolls around (which is a lot more pronounced than it used to be!), and I think he might have had hiccups!  My belly has not been still the whole day.  Too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-2391566006768964360?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2391566006768964360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh-alien-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2391566006768964360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2391566006768964360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh-alien-baby.html' title='Ahh alien baby!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-5555676639511752791</id><published>2009-09-14T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:04:03.570-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99 days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double digits'/><title type='text'>Holy crap!  99 days to go!</title><content type='html'>I knew it was coming soon but completely forgot that today was our "Down-to-double-digits Day"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:  Why did "99 Bottle of Beer" start going through my head as I type this?  What a weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-5555676639511752791?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5555676639511752791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-crap-99-days-to-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5555676639511752791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5555676639511752791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-crap-99-days-to-go.html' title='Holy crap!  99 days to go!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-4496294250372662785</id><published>2009-09-13T01:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:26:28.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RLP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hernia'/><title type='text'>Pain, lots of pain</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was my 25w appt and I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary.  I had experienced 4 random and severely painful moments within the past 2 weeks and when I had looked up a possible cause called Round Ligament Pain (or RLP), I became convinced this was it, no big deal.  I mean, if it feels like someone was ripping something from my body, that I become incapacitated for the duration of the agony I was going through, well that's gotta be normal, right?  Who cares if it lasts about 5 to 10 minutes instead of a few seconds like it's described at babycenter.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Round ligament pain generally refers to a brief, sharp, stabbing pain or a longer-lasting dull ache that pregnant women commonly feel in the lower abdomen or groin, starting in the second trimester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tell the Dr. that I assumed it was RLP, showed him where it was and was informed that it was actually most likely a hernia.  When he checks to make sure he's right, he says that it seems I haven't fully developed one yet but was probably in the middle of developing one.  Hmmm, that would explain the ripping feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I head home and start researching hernias during pregnancy and just freak myself out with the information.  The Dr. I had seen was not my regular one from the practice (I'm trying to see all of them if possible before delivery since I don't know who I will be stuck with) and I called the one I regularly see to ask his opinion.  He said from the description over the phone, it sounds like either a hernia or RLP but he'd have to see me in person.  So I'm waiting until the 30th to get this figured out (which will also be my GD test, YAY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm told I have to deal with the pain.  I've read there's definitely cases where women have surgery before their baby is born, but this is when the intestine gets strangled and has the possibility of dying from lack of blood flow (sounds fun).  Most likely I will wait until the baby is born and be reassessed.  And if it's RLP, then I will be writing to babycenter.com to have them update their page to inform women of just how bad it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided driving is probably not a good idea since I'm a spaz and immediately clench up whenever the pain attacks me.  DH agrees, so he's having fun being chauffeur.  Good thing I work from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-4496294250372662785?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4496294250372662785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain-lots-of-pain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4496294250372662785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4496294250372662785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain-lots-of-pain.html' title='Pain, lots of pain'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-4351864756405976139</id><published>2009-09-08T11:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:21:58.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25w'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery decor'/><title type='text'>Nursery set up has begun!</title><content type='html'>We spent all of labor day weekend laboring (that's a word, right?)  We fixed some cracks in the wall, painted the wall, the ceiling, some shelves and the blades of the fan, and I built the crib all by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqZ1pHtnNpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mnzLHVveBmA/s1600-h/DSC06506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqZ1pHtnNpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mnzLHVveBmA/s400/DSC06506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379116154246084242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqZ101duPZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0XdKf3bsveQ/s1600-h/DSC06510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqZ101duPZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0XdKf3bsveQ/s400/DSC06510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379116355506027922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqZ19qgSYkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jDWaNwlB3lA/s1600-h/DSC06511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqZ19qgSYkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jDWaNwlB3lA/s400/DSC06511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379116507182817858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-4351864756405976139?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4351864756405976139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/nursery-set-up-has-begun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4351864756405976139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4351864756405976139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/nursery-set-up-has-begun.html' title='Nursery set up has begun!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqZ1pHtnNpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mnzLHVveBmA/s72-c/DSC06506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-2671448338437201584</id><published>2009-09-01T10:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:14:13.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='v-day'/><title type='text'>24 Weeks - Happy V-day Cole!</title><content type='html'>At 24 weeks gestation, if I were to go into labor early (::KNOCK ON WOOD::), Cole is now considered viable and the doctors will do whatever they can to save him.  Jeff and I are celebrating Cole's Viability Day tonight!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-2671448338437201584?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2671448338437201584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/24-weeks-happy-v-day-cole.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2671448338437201584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2671448338437201584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/24-weeks-happy-v-day-cole.html' title='24 Weeks - Happy V-day Cole!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-2232146558919341335</id><published>2009-08-26T23:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:44:06.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall decals'/><title type='text'>Crib is ordered!</title><content type='html'>My parents had offered to buy us a crib which is a wonderful help for us and here's the one we settled on:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqEnpZolizI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Ayzy1kqWIU/s1600-h/crib.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqEnpZolizI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Ayzy1kqWIU/s400/crib.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377623022266321714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it because of both the drawer and the included toddler bed rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually arrived the other day from Walmart, but the box was so banged up my parents sent it back and asked for a replacement.  So that should be coming in any day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also almost completely cleared out the nursery and bought the paint, things are finally getting going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found these awesome decals for the walls on etsy.com:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.76141660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 272px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.76141660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All I really need right now are the letters for his name so I can paint on them and the rest of the furniture moved in and we'll be pretty much done.  Except for essentials like clothes and stuff.  Oh and a closet for them to go in...yeah, forgot about that.  Ok, back to planning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-2232146558919341335?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2232146558919341335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/crib-is-ordered.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2232146558919341335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2232146558919341335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/crib-is-ordered.html' title='Crib is ordered!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SqEnpZolizI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Ayzy1kqWIU/s72-c/crib.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8852732625200278458</id><published>2009-08-20T10:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:51:20.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stretch marks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big u/s'/><title type='text'>It's hard to hate the stretch marks</title><content type='html'>I just can't do it.  I have major ones on either side of my belly button and I don't mind them because they're from our little boy growing.  I've always been prone to them and they've never really bothered me, so why start now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scanner isn't working with me, so I took a pic of the BIG u/s.  Here's Cole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/So1ivQnVEWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BK4dQamy9UE/s1600-h/DSC06401+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/So1ivQnVEWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BK4dQamy9UE/s400/DSC06401+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372058494576169314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8852732625200278458?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8852732625200278458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hard-to-hate-stretch-marks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8852732625200278458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8852732625200278458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hard-to-hate-stretch-marks.html' title='It&apos;s hard to hate the stretch marks'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/So1ivQnVEWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BK4dQamy9UE/s72-c/DSC06401+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-7999680692476510989</id><published>2009-08-12T16:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:23:24.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So far, so good</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my OB appt and Dr. Jacobson decided that we should keep our current due date.  He said my uterus is measuring fine and that "the baby will come when he wants to come".  So 12/22 it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else looks good, he just told me to start being careful with my weight because it could lead to all the bad stuff.  My goal for the next 4 weeks before the next appt is to workout at least 3 times a week.  I've been so tired the whole pregnancy, but that's no excuse so IT'S ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very good right now and just so excited!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-7999680692476510989?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7999680692476510989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-far-so-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7999680692476510989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7999680692476510989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far, so good'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-4894897358117678583</id><published>2009-08-04T11:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:16:15.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>Last night dh was talking to Cole and he goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to teach you how to throw a baseball....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...through a window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized what he said, I couldn't stop laughing.  Maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; should teach Cole how to throw a baseball...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-4894897358117678583?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4894897358117678583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4894897358117678583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4894897358117678583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-3387893772309743525</id><published>2009-08-02T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:49:57.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby name'/><title type='text'>Our baby boy's name</title><content type='html'>So like I said, his name will be Cole Jeffrey.  Now I thought it would be pretty obvious where the name came from but it seems the majority of people don't get it and ask me how/why we came up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole will be named after myself and Jeff.  Cole used to be my nickname in high school and I had this idea one day that it would be cool to continue my dad's tradition of naming an opposite sex child after myself.  So while my dad is Nicholas Jr., I am Nicole and now my son will be Cole.  Jeff didn't want to use his name for a first name so we decided it would be the perfect middle name.  Therefore, Cole Jeffrey K.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-3387893772309743525?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3387893772309743525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-baby-boys-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/3387893772309743525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/3387893772309743525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-baby-boys-name.html' title='Our baby boy&apos;s name'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-3814153226619986590</id><published>2009-07-30T21:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:34:46.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a boy'/><title type='text'>Little Kob is a....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJJFe8twLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tXLBVZnHESs/s1600-h/DSC06338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJJFe8twLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tXLBVZnHESs/s400/DSC06338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364430464707575986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJHpYgG3EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/I0_mNVkhmsY/s1600-h/DSC06348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJHpYgG3EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/I0_mNVkhmsY/s400/DSC06348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364428882429008962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOY!!!!  Mmm mmm blue icing!  His name is Cole Jeffrey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend took a video of the reveal but until I can acquire that, here's some more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJIRneYXuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Y04JGQWnG0g/s1600-h/DSC06342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJIRneYXuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Y04JGQWnG0g/s400/DSC06342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364429573643067106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJI1iZwKJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jGhGyBwr-BA/s1600-h/DSC06343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJI1iZwKJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jGhGyBwr-BA/s400/DSC06343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364430190756767890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJJW2dAPjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jNLsi5zzm4A/s1600-h/DSC06346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJJW2dAPjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jNLsi5zzm4A/s400/DSC06346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364430763074797106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-3814153226619986590?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3814153226619986590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-kob-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/3814153226619986590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/3814153226619986590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-kob-is.html' title='Little Kob is a....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SnJJFe8twLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tXLBVZnHESs/s72-c/DSC06338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-3435486705386232058</id><published>2009-07-30T11:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:25:47.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another milestone! - 19w2d</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make this it's own little post.  This morning at 6 am, our LO was wide awake and kicking me right under the belly button.  The milestone is it was the first time I could feel it with my hand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the slightest tap on my hand and DH couldn't feel it unfortunately, but I'll never forget it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-3435486705386232058?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3435486705386232058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-milestone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/3435486705386232058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/3435486705386232058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-milestone.html' title='Another milestone! - 19w2d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-854412283668215708</id><published>2009-07-30T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:20:38.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new due date?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbeat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big u/s'/><title type='text'>Everything but the sex</title><content type='html'>Ok, that title looks worse then I intended haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have the gender in an envelope and plan to follow through with the cake idea (as much as I tried to tempt Jeff to open it).  I'm dying...I'm by myself at home and trying to stay away from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The u/s was unbelievable.  Our LO couldn't stop moving around.  We also saw him/her sucking in some of the amniotic fluid (which we have a picture of!  Will post later!)  I *think* the profile is Jeff's but we'll just have to see when he/she is born.  The tech wanted the baby to flip onto his/her stomach and after a couple minutes not only did he/she flip to the stomach, he/she flipped in the opposite direction as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat was 146 bpm and surprisingly the baby is measuring 12 days ahead!  Not sure if this is a growth spurt that will be more on track later or if this a big baby!  I'm a little freaked.  If the OB thinks it's a good idea, my new due date would be 12/10/09!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I haven't forgotten from the u/s was when the tech "slipped" and said "It's a little difficult, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; loves going under your belly button." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (So most of you and I might just be wrong!!)&lt;/span&gt; Jeff didn't even notice but I was like "AHA!"  So now I'm wondering if she even knew at that point or just accidentally picked a gender to reference...we'll see tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-854412283668215708?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/854412283668215708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-but-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/854412283668215708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/854412283668215708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-but-sex.html' title='Everything but the sex'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-6267894085616262662</id><published>2009-07-27T17:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:13:48.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cream cheese icing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big u/s'/><title type='text'>So here's the plan</title><content type='html'>As you can see, we have 2 days left until the big u/s!  The plan right now is to have the tech put the sex into an envelope and try to keep the sex a secret from us during the u/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our wonderful friend Sheila will be coming over on Thursday and icing a two layer cake that I will bake that morning.  We have blue and pink icing for in between the layers and white for the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, I just sat here for ten minutes staring at the screen and thinking about cream cheese icing.&lt;/span&gt;  ::drooling::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila and her husband, Shannon, will stay for the big reveal when our families will come over later in the evening and we'll cut the cake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so so sooooooo excited!!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-6267894085616262662?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6267894085616262662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-heres-plan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6267894085616262662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6267894085616262662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-heres-plan.html' title='So here&apos;s the plan'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8479997661302239739</id><published>2009-07-23T21:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:18:54.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bump pictures'/><title type='text'>I'm bad :-(</title><content type='html'>I haven't taken one bump picture, not even ONE!  I hide when someone else whips out a camera cause while I feel good in front of a mirror, pictures are a completely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a picture from our friends' wedding two weeks ago where I'm patting the belly but I don't think I look particularly pregnant...here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SmkLjGpFiPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lHHozt7Ngpk/s1600-h/Janos+%26+Sarah%27s+Wedding+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SmkLjGpFiPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lHHozt7Ngpk/s400/Janos+%26+Sarah%27s+Wedding+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361829529067555058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No babies were harmed in the taking of this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make an effort to start getting the bump pictures in order...especially cause I'm seeing so much of a difference from week to week.  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8479997661302239739?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8479997661302239739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8479997661302239739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8479997661302239739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bad.html' title='I&apos;m bad :-('/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SmkLjGpFiPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lHHozt7Ngpk/s72-c/Janos+%26+Sarah%27s+Wedding+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-2463044652365567492</id><published>2009-07-22T09:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:08:31.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebump.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitpregnancy.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='19th Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 18'/><title type='text'>Our Sweet Potato - 18w1d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk18_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk18_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thebump.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/nb_glossary/archive/2007/03/26/the-nest-baby-glossary.aspx#fetus"&gt;fetus&lt;/a&gt; has become &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/2ndtrimester/archive/2007/03/06/q-unpredictable-fetal-movement.aspx"&gt;amazingly mobile&lt;/a&gt; (at least compared to you), passing the hours yawning, hiccuping, rolling, twisting, kicking, punching, sucking and swallowing. And, baby's finally big enough that you'll be able to &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/2ndtrimester/archive/2007/03/06/q-when-will-baby-kick.aspx"&gt;feel those movements&lt;/a&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your baby is about 5 to 5 1/2 inches long from top to tail and weighs a little more than five ounces, about the size of a lobster tail. While in earlier weeks, your baby may have been able to sense sound with her primitive ear structures, this week, the bones of the ear become fully formed along with the part of her brain that processes signals from his ears. There's still plenty of room in your uterus, so your fetus can be quite active with her new muscles. She may change positions frequently, cross her legs, recline, suck her thumb, and turn somersaults. Her retinas have become light sensitive, and your baby may be able to detect a glow if you shine bright lights at your belly (even though her eyelids are sealed).&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-2463044652365567492?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2463044652365567492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-sweet-potato-18w1d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2463044652365567492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2463044652365567492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-sweet-potato-18w1d.html' title='Our Sweet Potato - 18w1d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-5445383519932828166</id><published>2009-07-20T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:24:47.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH - NBR</title><content type='html'>It's hard not to care what people think of you.  It's very hard when the opinion isn't deserved.  But people will be gossipy and judgmental by nature and there's nothing you can do about it.  Because arguing will only cement their opinion even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely one of the happiest times in my life but there's a certain recent situation that I occasionally get reminded of, and it dampens the mood a bit.  But I've been screwed around with so many times in my life that I'm used to shutting the door on relationships I thought were important.  Because life is too short to spend it on people who are selfish assholes that just assume the worst in people rather then looking for the best.  I choose not to put up with that and fortunately for me, my dh is beginning to see the truth of my logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so unhappy with the situation, and so angry, I'm surprised he hasn't blown up.  He's ready for a confrontation if it happens but he's just as happy to permanently cut off the relationship without any discussion which is just not his style.  But it makes me happy that I have this one most important person in my life and that he understands me, knows me, and could never assume the worst of me.  He could never intentionally hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is for a new beginning.  I guess I can say I'm strong for having to do this once again in my life.  And I'm hoping to be strong the next time it happens, because unfortunately I don't have much faith it won't.  But I'm still grateful for the life I have, for the people that haven't and, I know will not, disappoint me.  I thank God for my blessings and have always only wished happiness on the people who surround me, past and present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-5445383519932828166?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5445383519932828166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5445383519932828166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5445383519932828166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh.html' title='UGH - NBR'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-2085866109150022576</id><published>2009-07-15T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:28:19.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy brain'/><title type='text'>Oh pregnancy brain</title><content type='html'>Who knew pregnancy brain would be so darn messy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While preparing my morning coffee mug (I put the splenda in first), I walked over to the keurig, loaded in the k-cup and proceeded to press the 10 ounce button.  Coffee starts pouring out and where do I realize the mug is?  On the other side of the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm coffee from the counter and floor, yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-2085866109150022576?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2085866109150022576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-pregnancy-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2085866109150022576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2085866109150022576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-pregnancy-brain.html' title='Oh pregnancy brain'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-2758747746276384026</id><published>2009-07-01T15:16:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:32:59.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaper bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSU baby stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onesies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery decor'/><title type='text'>Finally, some baby stuff!</title><content type='html'>I mentioned the presents my mom and MIL got me for Mother's Day but I never got around to posting them.  Well here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku2lo4mA6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/e8YSZtsEKvg/s1600-h/Baby+Stuff+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku2lo4mA6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/e8YSZtsEKvg/s400/Baby+Stuff+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573339806172066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MIL went up to Penn State for a weekend and got me the adorable t-shirt, rattle, and frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku27eaXMFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pP3QT4CO9Fg/s1600-h/Baby+Stuff+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku27eaXMFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pP3QT4CO9Fg/s400/Baby+Stuff+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573714952138834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku2wrXJDgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qSvHp8QGhYM/s1600-h/Baby+Stuff+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku2wrXJDgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qSvHp8QGhYM/s400/Baby+Stuff+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573529449729538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom got me this ridiculously cute note set.  She didn't want to jinx anything by getting something for the baby just yet...I wonder where I get it from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however buy a diaper bag.  Actually, truth be told, I saw it on sale at a Fossil Outlet (which, btw, I'm obsessed with Fossil so don't be surprised if most of my bags, wallets, watches, eye glasses, etc come from there) in September 2008.  Yeah, I wasn't even pregnant yet!  But I knew what I wanted the nursery to look like and that I wanted a Fossil bag as my diaper bag and, well, this was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a roomy black canvas tote with 6 outside pockets all the way around and 3 pockets inside.  The inside is green and white and matches the nursery perfectly.  There's also a strap for the shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku3mOQFicI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_RNpNO_AsMI/s1600-h/Baby+Stuff+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku3mOQFicI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_RNpNO_AsMI/s400/Baby+Stuff+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353574449348446658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku3wjZflYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vwGqwTGM15I/s1600-h/Baby+Stuff+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku3wjZflYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vwGqwTGM15I/s400/Baby+Stuff+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353574626823738754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day came along and I was already calling that we were having a girl (I don't know why, I'm just stuck on that thought) so I bought the Daddy-to-be a bunch of onesies, one of which says "I love my Daddy"  Awww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is it awful that both Jeff and I said (at separate times!) that if we have a boy he's def wearing the "I'm a princess everyday" onesie?  Oh we're cruel!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku35kUzenI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YrFIhidhKdA/s1600-h/Baby+Stuff+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku35kUzenI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YrFIhidhKdA/s400/Baby+Stuff+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353574781691329138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I found my stork!!  If you look at the picture of the nursery we like, there's a stork standing on a block in one corner of the room.  This one will be painted white and will have a little fabric hammock hanging from it's mouth.  I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku4C2JMnvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DY8xHnE7Xlk/s1600-h/Baby+Stuff+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku4C2JMnvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DY8xHnE7Xlk/s400/Baby+Stuff+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353574941093306098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-2758747746276384026?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2758747746276384026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-some-baby-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2758747746276384026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2758747746276384026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-some-baby-stuff.html' title='Finally, some baby stuff!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Sku2lo4mA6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/e8YSZtsEKvg/s72-c/Baby+Stuff+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-5070724664058713804</id><published>2009-06-26T10:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:09:49.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebump.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitpregnancy.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15th Week'/><title type='text'>Our Lemon - 14w3d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk14_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 287px;" src="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk14_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theknot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your adorable little &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/nb_glossary/archive/2007/03/26/the-nest-baby-glossary.aspx#fetus"&gt;fetus&lt;/a&gt; is busy with thumb sucking, toe wiggling, and (not so cute but equally amazing) making urine and breathing &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/nb_glossary/archive/2007/03/26/the-nest-baby-glossary.aspx#amniotic"&gt;amniotic fluid&lt;/a&gt; as the liver, kidneys and spleen continue to develop. &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/nb_glossary/archive/2007/03/26/the-nest-baby-glossary.aspx#lanugo"&gt;Lanugo&lt;/a&gt; (thin, downy hair) is growing all over the body for warmth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By weeks 14-17, your baby's bone marrow is producing blood cells; his liver is secreting bile; his pancreas is producing insulin; and he will be covered in a layer of downy hair called lanugo. Around week 16, you may get your first ultrasound, but don't count on learning your baby's sex quite yet. Between weeks 14 and 18, you can opt to have a Quad Screen or amniocentesis, tests that can detect a neural-tube defect, such as spina bifida, Down syndrome or other genetic disorders. Discuss these tests with your doctor to help you decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-5070724664058713804?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5070724664058713804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/theknot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5070724664058713804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5070724664058713804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/theknot.html' title='Our Lemon - 14w3d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-1600850049867016644</id><published>2009-06-22T14:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:14:56.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 29th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy or girl?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big u/s'/><title type='text'>Big u/s is scheduled!!</title><content type='html'>We find out if Little Kob is a boy or a girl on July 29th!  Get your votes in on the right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-1600850049867016644?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1600850049867016644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-us-is-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1600850049867016644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1600850049867016644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-us-is-schedule.html' title='Big u/s is scheduled!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-2414567772457063061</id><published>2009-06-21T19:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:15:37.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebump.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitpregnancy.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14th Week'/><title type='text'>Our Peach - 13w5d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk13_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk13_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thebump.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fetus is forming teeth and vocal cords... savor this, their non-functional phase. Baby is approaching normal proportions, with a head now only one third the size of the body. Intestines are in the process of moving from the &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/nb_glossary/archive/2007/03/26/the-nest-baby-glossary.aspx#umbilical"&gt;umbilical cord&lt;/a&gt; to baby's tummy. (Much more convenient.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your baby is 2 1/2 to 3 inches long, the size of a medium goldfish. She weighs about one ounce. Your baby is shorter than a finger, but her face is already showing individual features and characteristics! Her ears are now developed enough that she may be able to hear when you sing, hum, or talk. And her vocal cords will form this week—soon she'll be able to sing back. Your baby spends her time in your womb flexing her new and developing muscles and joints. Bouts of prenatal hiccups are strengthening your baby's diaphragm, which is preparing her respiratory system for breathing. Less glamorous but highly necessary organ systems for making hormones, absorbing nutrients, and filtering waste are also in place this week. The pancreas, gall bladder, and thyroid have developed, the kidneys can make urine, and her bone marrow is making white blood cells to help fight infection after she's born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-2414567772457063061?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2414567772457063061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-peach-13w5d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2414567772457063061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/2414567772457063061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-peach-13w5d.html' title='Our Peach - 13w5d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-4913877137336221863</id><published>2009-06-17T19:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:07:04.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbeat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14th Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd OB appointment'/><title type='text'>HEARTBEAT!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;We went in for our 2nd OB appointment today and were pleasantly surprised that we would be hearing our baby's hb.  Of course, as soon as I realized it, I got a little nervous that we wouldn't have one to hear.  But I was so happy when Little Kob's hb immediately came over the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also received a script and referral for the BIG u/s.  I will be making the appointment tomorrow for anywhere between August 1st and August 15th.  We couldn't be more excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-4913877137336221863?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4913877137336221863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/heartbeat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4913877137336221863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4913877137336221863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/heartbeat.html' title='HEARTBEAT!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-7737515890575306211</id><published>2009-06-10T20:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:34:51.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13th Week'/><title type='text'>Our Plum - 12w1d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk12_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 305px;" src="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk12_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thebump.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you move into the &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/2ndtrimester/archive/2007/03.aspx"&gt;second trimester&lt;/a&gt;, baby shifts into the growth and maturation stage. After weeks in the critical development stage, almost all of baby's systems are fully formed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your baby's crown-to-rump height is 2 1/2 inches, or about as tall as a squash ball. She may weigh as much as half an ounce. This begins the age when the fetus starts to look really cut in those womb pictures. If you had a womb camera, you'd be able to see your baby's proportions changing, with the growth of the head slowing down to let the rest of the body catch up. Arms, legs, and fingers are also growing out and tapering to look more like a newborn's, and your baby's posture becomes less curled and more upright. Isn't it amazing that every person in the world was once the size of your thumb? And for that matter, for every person alive, some woman went through a pregnancy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-7737515890575306211?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7737515890575306211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-plum-12w1d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7737515890575306211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7737515890575306211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-plum-12w1d.html' title='Our Plum - 12w1d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8112201204111387293</id><published>2009-06-09T09:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:27:40.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13th Week'/><title type='text'>My life is crazy</title><content type='html'>I can't even update this blog and my company blog I'm so busy.  Last week Jeff and I went through the process of deciding if it was worth it to put a ton of money into his 95 Honda Civic that had a ton of problems big and small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went with getting a new (used) car.  It's wonderful having a working speedometer and a/c, let me tell you.  Plus, it looks so professional!  It's a 2007 Ford Edge in gun metal grey.  Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Si5i4PbXDqI/AAAAAAAAADw/FeAK4Z5IwAM/s1600-h/Ford+Edge+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Si5i4PbXDqI/AAAAAAAAADw/FeAK4Z5IwAM/s400/Ford+Edge+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345318526088842914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy-wise, I can't believe I'm 12 weeks!  Almost out of the first trimester!  Things are getting bigger, and I'm getting uncomfortable.  Probably time to start prenatal yoga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8112201204111387293?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8112201204111387293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-is-crazy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8112201204111387293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8112201204111387293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-is-crazy.html' title='My life is crazy'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/Si5i4PbXDqI/AAAAAAAAADw/FeAK4Z5IwAM/s72-c/Ford+Edge+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-1322484814998538269</id><published>2009-05-27T16:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:08:38.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11th week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 10'/><title type='text'>I took off my wedding ring</title><content type='html'>I'm so sad right now.  I took off my engagement ring about a month ago and now my wedding ring has gone too.  With the heat, I was just paranoid that I'd wake up one day and not be able to get my ring off.  So now it's safely tucked away with my engagement ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now wearing a beautiful diamond and sapphire ring Jeff bought me last summer as a temporary replacement both so I don't feel like my finger is naked and so I don't look like an unwed mother-to-be (nothing wrong with that of course, but I'm married and like showing it off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, sentimentality gets worse with pregnancy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-1322484814998538269?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1322484814998538269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-took-off-my-wedding-ring.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1322484814998538269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1322484814998538269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-took-off-my-wedding-ring.html' title='I took off my wedding ring'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-1314358259586469279</id><published>2009-05-26T12:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:35:33.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebump.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitpregnancy.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11th week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 10'/><title type='text'>Our Prune - 10w0d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk10_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 291px;" src="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk10_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thebump.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With bones and cartilage starting to form and vital organs beginning to function, baby is making major progress. Body length will almost double in the next three weeks, and arm joints are now working. (Soon, legs will too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby is about 1 1/2 to 2 1/2 inches long and weighs about a third of an ounce, the size of a peanut. This is a big week for your baby's growth—she'll double in height. At the end of the week, her head and body will be roughly equal in length. This week also starts an active phase for her - she can turn somersaults, roll over, flex her fingers, hiccup, and stretch. You won't be able to feel her movement for another month and a half. She's floating in lots of amniotic fluid. Her limbs are developing from webbed paddles into arms and legs that have well-defined fingers and toes. Fingernails, toenails, and hair follicles are also beginning to form. Your baby's testes or ovaries have developed, though the sex probably won't be visible on a sonogram for at least another month. Intestines have developed at the place where the umbilical cord meets your baby's body. The intestines are now able to make constricting movements, though there won't be anything to digest until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-1314358259586469279?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1314358259586469279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-prune-10w0d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1314358259586469279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1314358259586469279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-prune-10w0d.html' title='Our Prune - 10w0d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-6224038978959191521</id><published>2009-05-18T18:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:42:45.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st u/s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10th Week'/><title type='text'>1st u/s!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/ShHiwWcCkSI/AAAAAAAAADo/xJKpPlKWLmA/s1600-h/Little+Kob+EDD+12-22-09+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/ShHiwWcCkSI/AAAAAAAAADo/xJKpPlKWLmA/s400/Little+Kob+EDD+12-22-09+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337296353695535394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Kob is doing very well!  We didn't get the exact heart beat measure, but we got to see it in the u/s!  You can see the baby all curled up in the pic, head is to the left...tilting your head to the left will allow you to see it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a classic Jennifer Aniston moment like on Friends- me: "I don't see it!"..."Oh, ok, I see it now", Jeff: "Really?", me: "No, I don't see it!"  But I finally saw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our doctor is awesome.  He basically said to stop reading the pregnancy books and the internet.  I'm pregnant, not dead.  I can do almost anything I did before.  I'm very excited to get back to lifting, I've felt like crap w/o it.  He also mentioned that I could lose weight while pregnant since I'm overweight.  I'm happy with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our due date was pushed back to 12/22/09 (we have a thing with the 22nd of the month apparently, we got married on 9/22/07!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really really happy and ready to tell the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-6224038978959191521?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6224038978959191521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6224038978959191521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6224038978959191521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-us.html' title='1st u/s!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/ShHiwWcCkSI/AAAAAAAAADo/xJKpPlKWLmA/s72-c/Little+Kob+EDD+12-22-09+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-4732777919115848408</id><published>2009-05-16T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:38:05.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st u/s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t minus 2 days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10th Week'/><title type='text'>T minus 2 days</title><content type='html'>We have 2 days before we know for sure that our baby is alright.  That he/she is doing well in there and thriving.  I am so nervous.  And so excited!  I hope with all my heart that everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My IL's got me a wonderful gift for Mother's Day and my mom got me the most adorable note set.  Jeff took my camera this week for work so I wasn't able to post pics.  I will try to do that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-4732777919115848408?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4732777919115848408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-minus-2-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4732777919115848408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4732777919115848408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-minus-2-days.html' title='T minus 2 days'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-4718410308330882957</id><published>2009-05-12T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:40:26.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebump.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitpregnancy.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9th Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 8'/><title type='text'>Our Raspberry - 8w4d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk8_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 292px;" src="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk8_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thebump.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your baby is growing like mad, putting on about a millimeter every day and continuing to straighten out in the trunk. Though you &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/2ndtrimester/archive/2007/03/06/q-when-will-baby-kick.aspx"&gt;can't feel it yet&lt;/a&gt;, baby is moving those little arms, legs and (now only slightly) webbed fingers and toes like crazy.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your baby is now about three-quarters of an inch long. As the embryo enters its fiftieth day of existence, it becomes known as a fetus. A membrane lid covers your baby's eyes. Your baby's muscles are beginning to develop, and she can make tiny movements. Your child's limbs are growing, but her arms and hands are forming more quickly than her legs and feet. The hands are actually still known as "hand paddles" and look just like they sound. Ridges have formed on the paddles, which will soon become well-defined fingers. Your baby is developing little dimples where her knees and ankles will go, and her elbows are becoming visible. This week is when sex characteristics begin to assert themselves, and ovaries or testes will soon appear (though an ultrasound won't be able to detect specific sex organs for another two months or so). Your baby's brain waves can now be detected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-4718410308330882957?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4718410308330882957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-raspberry-8w4d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4718410308330882957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4718410308330882957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-raspberry-8w4d.html' title='Our Raspberry - 8w4d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-6414080905783673927</id><published>2009-05-06T11:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:04:43.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebump.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitpregnancy.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th Week'/><title type='text'>Our Blueberry - 7w5d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk7_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk7_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thebump.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's brain -- both hemispheres! -- is growing fast, generating about 100 new cells every minute. Arms and legs are emerging as joints start to form, and a permanent set of kidneys (baby's third!) is now in place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby is now about the size of your thumbprint: one-half to three-quarters of an inch. Six weeks is barely enough time to start a magazine subscription, but it's enough time for your fetus to develop limbs, tiny fingers and toes, the beginnings of external ear structures, eyelids, an upper lip, the tip of a nose, and intestines! The outer cells of the embryo have grown links to your blood supply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-6414080905783673927?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6414080905783673927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-blueberry-7w5d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6414080905783673927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/6414080905783673927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-blueberry-7w5d.html' title='Our Blueberry - 7w5d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-5902127948685759138</id><published>2009-05-05T16:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:24:45.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th Week'/><title type='text'>Darn allergies</title><content type='html'>I went to the Doctor on Friday because what I thought was a cold was getting worse.  My cough was horrible and what I spit up wasn't pretty.  She said that it seems like allergies but a pretty bad case of them and said I could take Claritin daily safely during pregnancy.  She also said to pick up saline nasal spray.  SOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days later, I'm still suffering through this cough.  Some days it's bad enough to completely eclipse the nausea.  I toss and turn all night and I'm relieved when it's time to wake up.  I can't stand this.  And I have this overwhelming feeling of fluid in my lungs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Doctor didn't seem worried, so I'm thinking I might be overreacting.  Either way though, I'll be back in her office by weeks end if this continues.  Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-5902127948685759138?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5902127948685759138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-allergies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5902127948685759138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/5902127948685759138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-allergies.html' title='Darn allergies'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-449360435555503650</id><published>2009-04-29T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:50:07.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craiglist'/><title type='text'>I'm so thrifty</title><content type='html'>A woman was selling all her maternity clothes on Craigslist and I snapped them right up.  12 tops, 9 bottoms, and 1 dress all for the bargain price of $30.  SWEET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-449360435555503650?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/449360435555503650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-thrifty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/449360435555503650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/449360435555503650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-thrifty.html' title='I&apos;m so thrifty'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8764812454667336177</id><published>2009-04-28T08:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:53:36.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebump.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitpregnancy.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 6'/><title type='text'>Our Sweet Pea - 6w4d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk6_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 287px;" src="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk6_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thebump.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing like crazy, baby is starting to sprout eyes, ears, nose, cheeks and chin. Those little hands and feet- still webbed like paddles- might &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/nb_glossary/archive/2007/03/26/the-nest-baby-glossary.aspx#quickening"&gt;wiggle&lt;/a&gt; by week's end, the heart is beating (almost twice as fast as &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/1sttrimester/archive/2007/03/10/q-handling-heartburn.aspx"&gt;yours&lt;/a&gt;!), and blood is starting to circulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby enters its second month of development, weighing no more than a chocolate chip or a berry. It's about five to thirteen millimeters long (less than half an inch), and weighs less than a gram (0.8g), or less than one-twentieth of an ounce. The human blueprints are already visible. Your child still has a tail but is also beginning to form a digestive tract, lungs, nostrils, hands and feet, and a bump of a mouth. The liver, tongue, and lenses of your baby's eyes are forming. There are beds for your baby's fingernails, and the buds of teeth are forming in the gums. If you could take a picture, your baby would look more like a baby and less like a reptile. The baby's nerve channels and muscles are connecting, and the body can wiggle when the cells communicate. In just two days, from days thirty-one to thirty-three, the brain becomes one-quarter larger. If you were to have an ultrasound, it would be able to detect the beating heart, which shows up looking like a tiny flashing light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8764812454667336177?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8764812454667336177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-sweet-pea-6w4d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8764812454667336177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8764812454667336177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-sweet-pea-6w4d.html' title='Our Sweet Pea - 6w4d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-7195574145206146299</id><published>2009-04-27T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:42:09.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 6'/><title type='text'>Double Whammy Weekend</title><content type='html'>OMG --- Nausea + Allergies (major sinus headache &amp;amp; stuffiness) = Couch is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Friday and Saturday, I wanted to die.  I hope days like those don't happen again....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-7195574145206146299?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7195574145206146299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-whammy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7195574145206146299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7195574145206146299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-whammy-weekend.html' title='Double Whammy Weekend'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8519960326073751353</id><published>2009-04-23T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:29:32.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food aversions'/><title type='text'>Food Aversions</title><content type='html'>This is so weird and occurs all day long.  While nausea tends to just be during the morning, my body changes it's mind on what it wants to eat every single hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked a ton of cheddar scones the other day to make sure I had enough for the whole week and now I can't even look at the container they're in.  The guacamole I made is no longer something I crave.  I went to Genuardi's yesterday and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; simultaneously fainted and was sick in the aisles.  Looking at the foods was incredibly disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with this is that I don't always seem to have anything I want to eat in the house (I don't even know what I want to eat) and so I'm hungry all the time.  And I don't want to spend extra money.  The only time I seem ok is on the weekend when my slave, er, I mean dh, is home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me bagels last weekend so I didn't miss breakfast and whatever I seemed to want, he took me to go get.  I loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being very good about portions, so no big worries there.  I'm pretty strict with myself so I don't overeat.  But the pickiness is driving me nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8519960326073751353?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8519960326073751353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-aversions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8519960326073751353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8519960326073751353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-aversions.html' title='Food Aversions'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-1605942729697194959</id><published>2009-04-21T10:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:50:10.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back pain'/><title type='text'>Back pain</title><content type='html'>Still a problem for me but at least it's not as bad as the week of my BFP.  I feel like I want to BREAK my back in order to make it feel better.  Yet another thing I have to try and ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a completely unrelated note, I'm off to make some delicious guacamole!  :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-1605942729697194959?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1605942729697194959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-pain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1605942729697194959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1605942729697194959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-pain.html' title='Back pain'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-3813035564002045030</id><published>2009-04-19T17:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:46:03.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebump.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitpregnancy.com'/><title type='text'>Our Appleseed - 5w2d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk5_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://images.thenestbaby.com/stages/wk5_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Week 5, but 6th week...confused yet?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thebump.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/nb_glossary/archive/2007/03/26/the-nest-baby-glossary.aspx#embryo"&gt;embryo&lt;/a&gt; (looking kind of like a tadpole) is starting to form major organs (heart, kidney, liver, stomach) and systems (nervous, circulatory, digestive). Baby's presence in your &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/nb_glossary/archive/2007/03/26/the-nest-baby-glossary.aspx"&gt;uterus&lt;/a&gt; triggers production of &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/ttc/archive/2007/03/06/q-hcg-basics.aspx"&gt;hCG&lt;/a&gt; (the hormone detected by &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/ttc/archive/2007/03/10/q-pregnancy-test-timeline.aspx"&gt;pregnancy tests&lt;/a&gt;)... which triggers production of other &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/1sttrimester/archive/2007/03/20/q-hormone-basics.aspx"&gt;hormones&lt;/a&gt; like estrogen and progesterone... which trigger all those great &lt;a href="http://community.thenestbaby.com/cs/ks/blogs/1sttrimester/archive/2007/03/12/q-pregnancy-symptom-primer.aspx"&gt;symptoms&lt;/a&gt; you've probably been noticing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your baby and the yolk sac are about the size of an M&amp;amp;M's candy. A month after conception, your embryo looks something like a newt or a tadpole, and it has gills like a fish! Right now, the embryo of your future baby looks much like the embryo of any other animal—a bird, rabbit, or monkey. It has two tiny cups of pigment on the side of its head that will develop into eyes. Tiny buds that will form the lungs have appeared. The neural tube has closed. One end is flattening and expanding to become the brain, and the other end will become the spine. It's already 10,000 times larger than the fertilized egg. The embryo doesn't have gender characteristics yet, but has little dots where the nipples will be, whether it's a boy or a girl. The heart, a tiny U-shaped tube, will start beating between days twenty-one and twenty-four and is circulating the embryo's own blood. It has a small mouth and lips and fingernails are forming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-3813035564002045030?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3813035564002045030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-appleseed-5w2d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/3813035564002045030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/3813035564002045030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-appleseed-5w2d.html' title='Our Appleseed - 5w2d'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-8310507537195515556</id><published>2009-04-17T13:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:28:58.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hCG level'/><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>Blood test came back and my hCG levels were 3109 mIU/ml.  The woman telling me the results said they were "very good, right where they should be".  So I am very very happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a table I looked up just to make sure I heard her correctly cause I thought it sounded high; from wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following is a list of serum hCG levels. Note that these are merely typical values--a given woman's values may not fall within these ranges. (LMP = since last menstrual period).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 weeks LMP: 5 - 50 mIU/ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 weeks LMP: 5 - 426 mIU/ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5 weeks LMP: 18 - 7,340 mIU/ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 weeks LMP: 1,080 - 56,500 mIU/ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 - 8 weeks LMP: 7, 650 - 229,000 mIU/ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9 - 12 weeks LMP: 25,700 - 288,000 mIU/ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13 - 16 weeks LMP: 13,300 - 254,000 mIU/ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17 - 24 weeks LMP: 4,060 - 165,400 mIU/ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;25 - 40 weeks LMP: 3,640 - 117,000 mIU/ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-pregnant females: &lt;5.0&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Postmenopausal females: &lt;9.5&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;First OB appt is scheduled for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 18th&lt;/span&gt;, so 4 more weeks before we get to see and possibly hear our baby.  Gotta keep busy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-8310507537195515556?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8310507537195515556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8310507537195515556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/8310507537195515556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-1089631697368084341</id><published>2009-04-16T15:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:48:05.570-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood test'/><title type='text'>I got laughed at</title><content type='html'>By the women in the OB's office.  They heard me cursing as I dropped things while filling out my forms.  I told one I was clumsy today and she said "I know, I heard you out there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'll have the blood test results when I call first thing in the morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-1089631697368084341?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1089631697368084341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-laughed-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1089631697368084341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/1089631697368084341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-laughed-at.html' title='I got laughed at'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-7039238327144557268</id><published>2009-04-15T17:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:02:00.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time to share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitpregnancy.com'/><title type='text'>Time to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  Hi everyone!  I've begun to share this blog with friends and family to keep them up to date on what's happening with Little Kob!  I kept two posts from my ttc portion so they could read my excitement (and so I didn't have to re-type)  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my blood test tomorrow and I'm excited/nervous.  I'm wondering when I can make the first appt...I'm very impatient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep you all informed, I'm 4 weeks 5 days along but I am in my 5th week.  So when I post the size and information for Little Kob's development, it might be a little confusing since different websites say different things.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fitpregnancy.com:&lt;/span&gt;  Your embryo is about two millimeters long, about the size of a grain of sand. Your baby transforms into a bundle of cells organized in a C-shape with a top, bottom, front, and back. A groove has developed on the embryo's back, which will seal and develop into the neural tube (which later will become the spinal cord). At this point, the tube already has a wider, flatter top that will grow into your baby's brain. A bulge has developed in the center of the embryo, which will soon become a tiny U-Shaped tube which will form the heart. Your embryo is encased in protective membranes and attached to a yolk sac, which manufactures the embryo's unique blood cells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-7039238327144557268?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7039238327144557268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-share.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7039238327144557268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/7039238327144557268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-share.html' title='Time to share'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-4283399597234224484</id><published>2009-04-11T10:27:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:08:22.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFP'/><title type='text'>AHHHHH  BFP</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning at 5 am I couldn't stop myself and tested with 4 different tests.  All positive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back into the bedroom where dh is laying on his stomach but when I say his name, his head quickly pops up and he has an expectant smile on his face.  And I just grin hugely and nod my head.  The whole morning was spent talking and grinning at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew we were seeing some close friends last night, so we visited another wonderful couple of our friends who also happen to be expecting (you may know her as 4realyo).  Her husband made me a tshirt that said baby with an arrow pointing to my stomach.  She also was so generous to lend me the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belly Laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after our friends (Sheila and Shannon) came and expected me to test while they were there (I may have fibbed a bit hehe) but when Sheila saw my shirt she screamed so loudly and we started celebrating.  Later that night some other friends we haven't seen in a while ended up coming over so we decided to just tell them too.  I still had the shirt on and we got to surprise them one by one.  It was an extremely fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan on telling our parents this weekend.  I know it's early and I had wanted to wait, but we were just too excited.  We're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cautiously&lt;/span&gt; excited.  :-D&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091965987617933028-4283399597234224484?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4283399597234224484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhhh-bfp.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4283399597234224484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/4283399597234224484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhhh-bfp.html' title='AHHHHH  BFP'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091965987617933028.post-627569957033234737</id><published>2009-01-31T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:03:07.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Well I've decided to try the blog thing.  Hopefully I'll be good at it, only time will tell.  I'm semi-incognito as Kob227 on the Getting Pregnant board on thebump.com.  Eventually I'd like to share this with my family and friends when/if I become pregnant, but for right now it's all about ttc and life in general.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I designed this blog after a nursery I've come to love and will most likely duplicate for our own baby's room.  The first time I tried to describe it to my mom her response was "Black in a baby's room?  Are you kidding?" but I showed her the picture and she thought it was the cutest thing she'd ever seen.  WDYT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SYTSI2G5uTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mMarH7XMoG8/s320/nurseries-8834609-green-cottage_w609.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297590111099795762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck!&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/6091965987617933028-627569957033234737?l=littlekobtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/627569957033234737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/627569957033234737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091965987617933028/posts/default/627569957033234737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekobtobe.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646066811309491456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SvRbxiOdTQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qtLFrOpvJ04/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqUruf4p1f8/SYTSI2G5uTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mMarH7XMoG8/s72-c/nurseries-8834609-green-cottage_w609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
