<?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-3158042337749755440</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:36:31.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeffery Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Established April 10th 2010</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-3859222066452472837</id><published>2011-07-05T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:11:33.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Month Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4ZLVSKUmA0/Thuwb0tK-bI/AAAAAAAACJk/R5K6oNkPzKg/s1600/IMG_0195.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4ZLVSKUmA0/Thuwb0tK-bI/AAAAAAAACJk/R5K6oNkPzKg/s400/IMG_0195.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628286151380629938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McM51yPx7JM/Thuwbj7SamI/AAAAAAAACJc/r26zY66-evc/s1600/IMG_0201.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McM51yPx7JM/Thuwbj7SamI/AAAAAAAACJc/r26zY66-evc/s400/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628286146876435042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After his 2 Month Shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmap8yba67U/ThuwbdswwnI/AAAAAAAACJU/DKgtR7GBrag/s1600/IMG_0202.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmap8yba67U/ThuwbdswwnI/AAAAAAAACJU/DKgtR7GBrag/s400/IMG_0202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628286145204896370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to long My little guy was super tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he didn't cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-3859222066452472837?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3859222066452472837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=3859222066452472837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3859222066452472837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3859222066452472837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-month-appointment.html' title='2 Month Appointment'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4ZLVSKUmA0/Thuwb0tK-bI/AAAAAAAACJk/R5K6oNkPzKg/s72-c/IMG_0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7960381958715669523</id><published>2011-05-21T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:28:00.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Old today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJJgmjYkIbc/TkAa_y_r41I/AAAAAAAACMU/9feySV9r3Zs/s1600/CIMG0987.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJJgmjYkIbc/TkAa_y_r41I/AAAAAAAACMU/9feySV9r3Zs/s400/CIMG0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638536416790831954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little Sport is 1 Month old! I can't believe how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;much things have changed. We finally decided to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take our little guy to the ENT doctor just a couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;days ago. He assumes it's probably a Bacteria and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;put him on antibiotics. I hope that it clears it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still feel like I'm on edge listening to him durning the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;night to see if he's still breathing. He doesn't cry like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the other babies. He kind of makes soft breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ways to let me know his noes is closed. Sad I returned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the BBG machine. :0( That was so useful with his little nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over all besides the nose issues I LOVE MY LITTLE BUG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has bee the joy in our life. He finally started on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;swing my sister let me use. He seems to really like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So fun to watch him learn and grow. Happy Day today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7960381958715669523?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7960381958715669523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7960381958715669523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7960381958715669523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7960381958715669523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-month-old-today.html' title='One Month Old today'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJJgmjYkIbc/TkAa_y_r41I/AAAAAAAACMU/9feySV9r3Zs/s72-c/CIMG0987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-2204060380987758000</id><published>2011-05-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:52:59.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Family Photos/ Newborn photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdA52XcyEAw/Tjr-AQBoI-I/AAAAAAAACME/0yxuVMlm0FY/s1600/Kayden.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdA52XcyEAw/Tjr-AQBoI-I/AAAAAAAACME/0yxuVMlm0FY/s400/Kayden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637097163862844386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kayden's blessing suit, He was just 2 weeks and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this suit was drowning him. Still he was super cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KhHGCzY06Q/Tjr-APksIaI/AAAAAAAACL8/BBkR2MzM4IE/s1600/IMG_7441.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KhHGCzY06Q/Tjr-APksIaI/AAAAAAAACL8/BBkR2MzM4IE/s400/IMG_7441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637097163741471138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8kbt6fwmFw/Tjr-ABHUxdI/AAAAAAAACL0/rGDp3-XrxDY/s1600/IMG_7538.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8kbt6fwmFw/Tjr-ABHUxdI/AAAAAAAACL0/rGDp3-XrxDY/s400/IMG_7538.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637097159860209106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDY7CfujRtY/Tjr90pccPqI/AAAAAAAACLs/E9eKpr1AruI/s1600/IMG_7533.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDY7CfujRtY/Tjr90pccPqI/AAAAAAAACLs/E9eKpr1AruI/s400/IMG_7533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096964527767202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZ69Yci3vQc/Tjr90aRcq8I/AAAAAAAACLk/BymqPhujptI/s1600/IMG_7343.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZ69Yci3vQc/Tjr90aRcq8I/AAAAAAAACLk/BymqPhujptI/s400/IMG_7343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096960455125954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr3eZiRdzNk/Tjr90IEvG-I/AAAAAAAACLc/eDV9F95z5MQ/s1600/IMG_7142.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Tp2PW27q0U/Tjr9UdN6bBI/AAAAAAAACK8/FSkaoaC1CWU/s400/IMG_7060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096411489790994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkdHa8b45dc/Tjr9UFr2AzI/AAAAAAAACK0/cI2vgluSqjI/s1600/daddymiracle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkdHa8b45dc/Tjr9UFr2AzI/AAAAAAAACK0/cI2vgluSqjI/s400/daddymiracle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096405172880178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtDfyFUQ1po/Tjr9T25rfrI/AAAAAAAACKs/7eDPxMqrNyo/s1600/IMG_6988.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtDfyFUQ1po/Tjr9T25rfrI/AAAAAAAACKs/7eDPxMqrNyo/s400/IMG_6988.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096401204379314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPEbxQ4ZmbM/Tjr9To9NeUI/AAAAAAAACKk/UXHM5IEJoHY/s1600/IMG_6943-2%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPEbxQ4ZmbM/Tjr9To9NeUI/AAAAAAAACKk/UXHM5IEJoHY/s400/IMG_6943-2%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637096397461092674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were some of our photo's I hope you enjoyed them. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-2204060380987758000?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2204060380987758000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=2204060380987758000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2204060380987758000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2204060380987758000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-first-family-photos-newborn-photos.html' title='Our First Family Photos/ Newborn photos'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdA52XcyEAw/Tjr-AQBoI-I/AAAAAAAACME/0yxuVMlm0FY/s72-c/Kayden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7133135953897321129</id><published>2011-05-08T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T07:56:40.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbDYxClqtYI/ThutDTEHQ5I/AAAAAAAACJE/dpRhv4osZRw/s1600/CIMG0957.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbDYxClqtYI/ThutDTEHQ5I/AAAAAAAACJE/dpRhv4osZRw/s400/CIMG0957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628282431498306450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Mothers Day We decided to take some pictures of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandkids for my mom. My son is so small that he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drowns in his clothing. Some day he will grow into them. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZKkjrTqPFY/ThutDOS5NaI/AAAAAAAACI8/sSRngQIYTwI/s1600/CIMG0962.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZKkjrTqPFY/ThutDOS5NaI/AAAAAAAACI8/sSRngQIYTwI/s400/CIMG0962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628282430218122658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was wide awake, I think the sun was too bright that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he didn't want to open his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxhqK-4iJ0g/ThutCgz63zI/AAAAAAAACI0/bhbjceRLqqw/s1600/CIMG0932.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxhqK-4iJ0g/ThutCgz63zI/AAAAAAAACI0/bhbjceRLqqw/s400/CIMG0932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628282418008612658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the grandkids together. They are all so super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7133135953897321129?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7133135953897321129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7133135953897321129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7133135953897321129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7133135953897321129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbDYxClqtYI/ThutDTEHQ5I/AAAAAAAACJE/dpRhv4osZRw/s72-c/CIMG0957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-2187071790066664571</id><published>2011-05-05T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:05:50.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Week Appointment and Circumcised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQN0pdhqLJs/TjDtsHG-PII/AAAAAAAACKc/KRYaijpzsOA/s1600/IMG_2741.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQN0pdhqLJs/TjDtsHG-PII/AAAAAAAACKc/KRYaijpzsOA/s400/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634264475918810242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little one had his first Appointment with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. He was so brave and has grown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;My sons now 7 pounds 4 oz and 21 inches long. He was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;a brave little boy today. Two week shorts and was circumcised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; today. I didnt handle that too well. Cried and almost passed out. Oy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwllkGDrzQ/TjDtDABgaqI/AAAAAAAACKU/usNPfloRtoM/s1600/IMG_2740.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwllkGDrzQ/TjDtDABgaqI/AAAAAAAACKU/usNPfloRtoM/s400/IMG_2740.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634263769642199714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing is harder then watching your baby cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought I could get seriously attached to something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially a baby. I was like blood No big deal. Oh small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;surgery "No big deal". Cry that is ok.. the pain isn't mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nurse asked if Kenton wanted to go back he said yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart eminently wanted to follow. I told the nurse I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to go. She was like "Are you sure you want to go back?" I said Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was like ok... but no throwing up. If you can't handle it. Step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As they were doing the procedure Kayden started to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started to tear up. I have never heard a baby cry like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked up and cleared my eyes and looked again. I soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;almost passed out. It was the hardest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a greater respect for doctors that can do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't care much about circumcision before, until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I read about all the infections, diseases, etc they could get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not downing or look bad at moms that didn't get there kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;circumcised. That is their decision and I support your decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know every mom can take care of kids the way they need to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that moms don't look down on me for doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will say I'm happy with my decision yet I never knew how hard it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was going to be on me to watch it. Next time I will wait until they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are done and then comfort my little one. Sad that they couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do it at the hospital. Get all the hard stuff done at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of dragging it on. Silly Dr's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have a love hate relationship with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-2187071790066664571?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2187071790066664571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=2187071790066664571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2187071790066664571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2187071790066664571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-week-appointment-and-circumcised.html' title='2 Week Appointment and Circumcised'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQN0pdhqLJs/TjDtsHG-PII/AAAAAAAACKc/KRYaijpzsOA/s72-c/IMG_2741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-6335899515116802373</id><published>2011-05-03T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:42:32.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby time and time away from my baby :0(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf020rA8EC8/TjDmFpNjmEI/AAAAAAAACJ8/F-hfgO2mqMs/s1600/IMG_2671.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf020rA8EC8/TjDmFpNjmEI/AAAAAAAACJ8/F-hfgO2mqMs/s400/IMG_2671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634256118476937282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to try the Bobby out for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He seemed to like it. I was needing to get a few things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;done around in the room and our little sport didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want to be left alone so... If he was up and could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look around he was just fine. I decided to place him in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bobby and WALA it worked. He wasn't fussing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NICE trick. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uc2Fq716TNs/TjDmN6Qg7xI/AAAAAAAACKE/nERV5ce98yQ/s400/IMG_2703.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634256260491702034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;After Kenton got home he decided to run to do a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;few errands. Forgetting that I still need to eat. We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;then had ZERO time to prepare something. If you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;realize when your pregnant or nursing and you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;to long with out eating, you will realize you get really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;light headed and almost pass out. I have realized on my end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Not sure if that's what happens to you. Kenton always mentions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"What would you like to make tonight" UGH! I can not make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;anything like this... We soon decided to go to outback steak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;house and dragged Kenzie along with us. Then I come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;to find out this is a terrible deal on my end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Kenton asked if mom could watch him. She said YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And it was over for me... :0( I didn't want to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;my little bug. But HAD to! What a dumb deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;If you ever have to leave your baby for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Total separation anxiety. I have never left my babies side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;before. I don't even let him sleep in his own bed he sleeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;with me. Totally terrible I know! I will some how break that habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It was good mom doesn't mind me calling twice during the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;dinner to see how my baby was. He didn't seem to miss me much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;he was sleeping the whole time. Sad, but good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In this picture is Kenzie and her heart shaped chicken. Awe so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-6335899515116802373?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6335899515116802373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=6335899515116802373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6335899515116802373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6335899515116802373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/05/bobby-time-and-time-away-from-my-baby-0.html' title='Bobby time and time away from my baby :0('/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf020rA8EC8/TjDmFpNjmEI/AAAAAAAACJ8/F-hfgO2mqMs/s72-c/IMG_2671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-2801726668016695544</id><published>2011-04-29T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:28:46.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath and Binky time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMJsMdBhTrs/TjDk4DtHbII/AAAAAAAACJ0/nitvnGJOFpY/s1600/IMG_2646.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMJsMdBhTrs/TjDk4DtHbII/AAAAAAAACJ0/nitvnGJOFpY/s400/IMG_2646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634254785558834306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second bath at home didn't go over too well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was super happy to be in mommy's arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is such a good boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnuU6CyCwpY/TjDk3_SrEzI/AAAAAAAACJs/qkD7ughUtvU/s1600/IMG_2633.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnuU6CyCwpY/TjDk3_SrEzI/AAAAAAAACJs/qkD7ughUtvU/s400/IMG_2633.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634254784374182706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to post this photo with my little boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;binky. LOL! It looks so big for his little head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-2801726668016695544?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2801726668016695544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=2801726668016695544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2801726668016695544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2801726668016695544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/bath-and-binky-time.html' title='Bath and Binky time'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMJsMdBhTrs/TjDk4DtHbII/AAAAAAAACJ0/nitvnGJOFpY/s72-c/IMG_2646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-3916840643235210103</id><published>2011-04-28T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T07:56:17.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4Ge-_fDwYg/ThuutdEPpbI/AAAAAAAACJM/-W8DFjiCnOg/s1600/IMG_2601.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4Ge-_fDwYg/ThuutdEPpbI/AAAAAAAACJM/-W8DFjiCnOg/s400/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628284255249343922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby is One week old today. It is so weird to think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that a week ago I was in the hospital. I don't want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;brag but I lost my weight so super fast. I didn't know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to do with myself. I was so used to having a big belly and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all that water weight to going back to my semi normal size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I had 5 more pounds to go... AHH! Talk about crazy fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally put me into shock. Well anyways... We celebrated &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our baby with cake. Happy to no stretch marks and a happy healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby boy. I think there was a lot to celebrate that day. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-3916840643235210103?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3916840643235210103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=3916840643235210103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3916840643235210103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3916840643235210103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-weeks-old.html' title='One Week Old'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4Ge-_fDwYg/ThuutdEPpbI/AAAAAAAACJM/-W8DFjiCnOg/s72-c/IMG_2601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-4316153715477614054</id><published>2011-04-27T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T07:58:10.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby with many Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never knew a newborn could have so many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faces in a split second. I really wanted to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;share a few of them. I decided to get out my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;camera phone and take a ton of pictures to show some off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUcCEJraaNo/ThuqDFY86sI/AAAAAAAACIs/kOIAN8RlrDM/s1600/IMG_2541.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUcCEJraaNo/ThuqDFY86sI/AAAAAAAACIs/kOIAN8RlrDM/s400/IMG_2541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628279129292729026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little sport was trying to wake up, yawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanted food, and needing to sneeze all at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fA1PdmYhc4/ThuqC0pi9BI/AAAAAAAACIk/AgkL9c7wUzQ/s1600/IMG_2555.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fA1PdmYhc4/ThuqC0pi9BI/AAAAAAAACIk/AgkL9c7wUzQ/s400/IMG_2555.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628279124798927890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he gets hungry he tries to eat his PJ's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly goose. He doesn't realize that isn't going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jG_4m_omPUY/ThuqCrCsk-I/AAAAAAAACIc/QXfJUffNBL8/s1600/IMG_2561.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jG_4m_omPUY/ThuqCrCsk-I/AAAAAAAACIc/QXfJUffNBL8/s400/IMG_2561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628279122220061666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;poop eye anyone? Or is this a farting face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ha ha ha I love my little one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PP77zcxkEuI/ThuqCVwvwmI/AAAAAAAACIU/9BlOCFPNm10/s1600/IMG_2592.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PP77zcxkEuI/ThuqCVwvwmI/AAAAAAAACIU/9BlOCFPNm10/s400/IMG_2592.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628279116507628130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After he ate I get this sweet little face. Awe... such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little cutie. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-4316153715477614054?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4316153715477614054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=4316153715477614054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4316153715477614054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4316153715477614054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-son-of-many-faces.html' title='My Baby with many Faces'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUcCEJraaNo/ThuqDFY86sI/AAAAAAAACIs/kOIAN8RlrDM/s72-c/IMG_2541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7485536185888011890</id><published>2011-04-25T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T01:50:08.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Bath at home + Doctor visit... Sigh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9LwD8mTeVw/TbfQe0YWE4I/AAAAAAAACCQ/fwufpP5xAGY/s1600/CIMG0893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9LwD8mTeVw/TbfQe0YWE4I/AAAAAAAACCQ/fwufpP5xAGY/s400/CIMG0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600173889533907842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright so little bugs first bath didn't go over so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He did not like the water at all. He cried the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little bug just wanted to get out right then and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt so bad, but he really needed a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2n8AAnX_a3Y/TbfQeZ7RS1I/AAAAAAAACCI/5Wl_4nU5O0E/s1600/CIMG0894.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2n8AAnX_a3Y/TbfQeZ7RS1I/AAAAAAAACCI/5Wl_4nU5O0E/s400/CIMG0894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600173882432637778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once he got out of the tub, he was much happier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be in Grandma's arms. Nothing better then a warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;towel and being in his grandma's arms. We were so happy that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma stayed a few nights with us to help us get on our feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma is the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Teey7wDP9lk/TbfQOoLmBXI/AAAAAAAACCA/LftzkDtmupo/s1600/CIMG0876.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Teey7wDP9lk/TbfQOoLmBXI/AAAAAAAACCA/LftzkDtmupo/s400/CIMG0876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600173611381294450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long day leads to nap time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bq5vPNkG4jY/TbfMt9rYqII/AAAAAAAAB_4/ZBxRTtST4N4/s1600/CIMG0896.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bq5vPNkG4jY/TbfMt9rYqII/AAAAAAAAB_4/ZBxRTtST4N4/s400/CIMG0896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600169751681214594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the next day April 25th We went to the doctors for a follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up on little bugs nose. It didn't look so good. The doctor ordered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a BBG machine for him. It is a machine that cleans out his nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a small catheter at the tip that goes into the front of his nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't like it at first. Never realized how I didn't like to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sweet baby cry over a cleaning. Poor guy, why does he have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go through this? Why couldn't it just be me. I wish I could take over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his pain for him. I will say, he is so much more happier when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his nose is clean and he could finally breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dr. Wants our little sport to use this machine for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;week to 2 weeks. He mentioned if it doesn't clear up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with in that time to take him to and ENT. He said that it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is probably something more serious and it should get looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at by a specialist. He said he didn't want it to get to bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because if it gets to the lungs it can turn pneumonia. Which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we didn't want. So I guess we will try this thing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnjk1i0VJcs/TbfMtrntrTI/AAAAAAAAB_w/AnjBXqMnLmc/s1600/CIMG0903.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnjk1i0VJcs/TbfMtrntrTI/AAAAAAAAB_w/AnjBXqMnLmc/s400/CIMG0903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600169746833976626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how gross that is. Bugers EWW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7485536185888011890?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7485536185888011890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7485536185888011890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7485536185888011890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7485536185888011890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-bath-at-home-doctor-visit-sigh.html' title='First Bath at home + Doctor visit... Sigh!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9LwD8mTeVw/TbfQe0YWE4I/AAAAAAAACCQ/fwufpP5xAGY/s72-c/CIMG0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-175426828359875297</id><published>2011-04-24T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T01:35:14.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g84XM9dlaeI/TbfO5fpgblI/AAAAAAAACBQ/uwmNuiENHLk/s1600/CIMG0868.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g84XM9dlaeI/TbfO5fpgblI/AAAAAAAACBQ/uwmNuiENHLk/s400/CIMG0868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600172148801957458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our little bugs first Morning being home and it's EASTER SUNDAY!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QQfBi3SVaA/TbfO51JuE-I/AAAAAAAACBY/ASKUYIMjsDs/s1600/CIMG0856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought this new born outfit and realized he is super small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have gotten him a premie outfit. I'm sure that would have fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;better. I wasn't expecting to bring home a little, little baby he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6'8" when we took him home. It was such a perfect day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had Aunt Kenzie over, Stefanie, Step dad Dan, Mom (She staid the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;night and made us dinner). My husband wanted to play Monopoly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;streets with Kenzie and Stefanie. It was fun to see so much joy and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happiness in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QQfBi3SVaA/TbfO51JuE-I/AAAAAAAACBY/ASKUYIMjsDs/s1600/CIMG0856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QQfBi3SVaA/TbfO51JuE-I/AAAAAAAACBY/ASKUYIMjsDs/s400/CIMG0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600172154574214114" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet little bug had a break down. He was tired and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had a long day. It was time to eat and go to Bed he says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wasn't the only one to have a break down. Mommy totally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had one for no reason really. I never know hormones could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get the best of you. My mom came and talked with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Kenton came later and comforted me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGYZ4cEnMmA/TbfO6Nx6EMI/AAAAAAAACBg/HekrcJ2VGvw/s400/CIMG0852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600172161185222850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Look how sweet he is. He LOVES his bed. How can you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;not love this little guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-175426828359875297?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/175426828359875297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=175426828359875297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/175426828359875297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/175426828359875297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g84XM9dlaeI/TbfO5fpgblI/AAAAAAAACBQ/uwmNuiENHLk/s72-c/CIMG0868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-3414516549811983018</id><published>2011-04-23T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T02:13:27.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Heading Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continued story from Day 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP2ZygtQ2PE/TfXRageUq_I/AAAAAAAACIM/Uw2yS7kXhgg/s1600/IMG_2509.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP2ZygtQ2PE/TfXRageUq_I/AAAAAAAACIM/Uw2yS7kXhgg/s400/IMG_2509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617626363538484210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(My little bug looks like a gangster. Totally wasn't the look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was going for. I just wanted to make sure he was warm.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The shifts changed again and I had a different doctor by 3AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I noticed my little boy was starting to struggle with his breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;again and I asked the nurse if she could clean out his nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She said she wasn't going to do that because she said "it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;probably just inflammation and if I suction it, it would only make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;it worse". I was a frustrated and asked again to have her to clean out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;my babies nose and asked if she had read my babies charts and mentioned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;that the dr. came and told her the full story. She slightly cleaned it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and said "Ok it's clean" She didn't touch it the rest of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;time we were there. No matter how many times I asked her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Finally I was in tears because my baby literally couldn't breath and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He spit up and it got stuck and he started to choking on his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;spit up. I started to freak out and cried even more. I finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;got him to start breathing again. I told her what happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and she had an aditude and told me "Next time suck it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and put him on his stomach and pat it out. He's fine that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;happens" No it doesn't always happen like that!!! I've seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;a baby spit up and kind of choke. This was totally different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She asked if we wanted to be discharged early? I told her Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I wanted to get out of that dang hospital with all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;crazy nurses. We were all packed and a different pediatrician&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;came in. Can I say he was a little Cookie, and didn't know anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He came in I told him what was going on. He could obviously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;hear that the sounds my baby was making wasn't normal, yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;he didn't NOTHING! He said "He sounds fine" and sent us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;on our way. We got out little man in his car seat. Started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;down the hall and listened to him cry and gasp for air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The CNA would say "Awe that poor little guy, he sounds terrible."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;YES Ya think so? Why wont you clean it out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We got to the car and I ended up sitting in the back with my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;baby. I started to cry on the way home and told my husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"Our baby can't breath" He said "He's breathing" I replied "Yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;but he struggling". We were literally 3 min. away from home and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;our little man stopped breathing completely. His face went blue, purple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;his lips went gray. I started to scream and tried to open his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He wouldn't! I tried to get his seat belt off to see if I could get him to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;breath. I was telling my husband "HE STOPPED BREATHING!!!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We were then 1 min. away from home. Then his eyes rolled to the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;of his head. I got his seat belt off. We pulled into the driveway and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;he gave out a HUGE cry. I told my husband "Oh good his color is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;coming back, HURRY get him into the house." I took my sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;baby and went up the stairs quickly. Had my husband RUN to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;store to buy saline. I tried to clean his nose out. I didn't get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;anything out. I saw that he had thick black crusty's in his nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I saw a tooth pic at the end of a dental floss and started digging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;at his nose. While he was struggling to breath. I got one side out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;then the other side out and my little guy went completely quiet and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;fell asleep. Poor little guy. He was so tired from fighting with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;his breathing. I called my husband to let him know that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;was breathing and he was finally asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Kenton said that he bought the saline. I was so happy my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;husband was almost home. I never want to relive that experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;ever again! So glad my little bug is ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oi_vGTqWBEY/TfXRVMo3h9I/AAAAAAAACIE/czbnsGUj3hc/s1600/IMG_2501.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oi_vGTqWBEY/TfXRVMo3h9I/AAAAAAAACIE/czbnsGUj3hc/s400/IMG_2501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617626272314656722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we finally got things to settle down. My sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alysa comes walking in with a purple flower and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asked if I could hurry and make a boutonniere for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenzie. She had forgotten to pick up her flower from the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;floral shop. I told her I could do it. I started working on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it and this is what I came up with. It looks good right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So glad I had extra purple flowers to add to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nrSwMxzc8g/TfXRU7UsDEI/AAAAAAAACH8/6Qaa1191iiE/s1600/IMG_2506.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nrSwMxzc8g/TfXRU7UsDEI/AAAAAAAACH8/6Qaa1191iiE/s400/IMG_2506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617626267666615362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had Kenton meet up with them at Roosters where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were eating. They look good right. Everybody say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"awe". I love my baby sister. She is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_YBJ4UoVlg/TfXRUun8SoI/AAAAAAAACH0/73hLUbp3L0U/s1600/IMG_2508.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_YBJ4UoVlg/TfXRUun8SoI/AAAAAAAACH0/73hLUbp3L0U/s400/IMG_2508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617626264257710722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton's dad came over with Donna and Andelyn over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa loves to hold our little bug like a foot ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He totally loves it, falls right to sleep. Super cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2Pa7VVtUvg/TfXRUYvWWfI/AAAAAAAACHs/2nYgrXJ1Ipg/s1600/209813_10150569406565177_907270176_18323621_6520514_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2Pa7VVtUvg/TfXRUYvWWfI/AAAAAAAACHs/2nYgrXJ1Ipg/s400/209813_10150569406565177_907270176_18323621_6520514_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617626258383198706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how happy he is now that he got a nap AND he can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally breath. Awe... So glad we are finally home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsDnftaaR3c/TfXRUPM_oUI/AAAAAAAACHk/q695oVuwEvY/s1600/IMG_2507.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsDnftaaR3c/TfXRUPM_oUI/AAAAAAAACHk/q695oVuwEvY/s400/IMG_2507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617626255823184194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so happy that Alysa, DJ, and Finley were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;able to come down and visit with our little sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finley LOVES her cousin. I think she totally wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to play. Hopefully someday he will LOVE to play. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks guys for coming over and being so supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothings better then family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3158042337749755440-3414516549811983018?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3414516549811983018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=3414516549811983018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3414516549811983018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3414516549811983018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-3.html' title='Day 3 - Heading Home'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP2ZygtQ2PE/TfXRageUq_I/AAAAAAAACIM/Uw2yS7kXhgg/s72-c/IMG_2509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-2453564089421228577</id><published>2011-04-22T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:35:11.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 at the Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQC1oKDLObs/Te9mEFeD8CI/AAAAAAAACGk/kDHhaMl_REE/s1600/IMG_2523.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQC1oKDLObs/Te9mEFeD8CI/AAAAAAAACGk/kDHhaMl_REE/s400/IMG_2523.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615819480728072226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't believe I still had energy with all the lack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of sleep I had. From Not sleeping all night from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Labor pains and giving birth to a Handsome little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feeding him all night long. I do really LOVE being a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It finally started to settle in I am a mother now. No greater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blessing in the world. I have loved my little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so good. He doesn't cry when he is hungry. Just a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;few "ughs" here and there. Small fusses that don't sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like fusses. It was interesting to hear all the babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cry at night and my little guy for sure hadn't cried like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUMcWEw1sX0/Te9mDVyzcsI/AAAAAAAACGc/6wtDoE14FtA/s1600/IMG_2525.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUMcWEw1sX0/Te9mDVyzcsI/AAAAAAAACGc/6wtDoE14FtA/s400/IMG_2525.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615819467930170050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was fun getting pictures of him in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; morning with all his facial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;expressions. He is SUPER cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRm9oDKx-9M/Te9mDOIKAfI/AAAAAAAACGU/hfILJ3jJmRI/s1600/IMG_2534.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRm9oDKx-9M/Te9mDOIKAfI/AAAAAAAACGU/hfILJ3jJmRI/s400/IMG_2534.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615819465872245234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the whole day he had been sleeping the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day went from a perfect morning to a frustrating day to end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a terrible night. Let me begin with this story. In the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a great way to start off any day with cues's and awe's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was enjoying my little family. Then my baby fell asleep. He wasn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hungry, just because he was eating literally all night long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Nurse was getting mad at me and told me I was terrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and that I was starving my baby. She put my baby in time out for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;45 min. She also told me that we would have to feed him by a tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a horrible nurse. She took a sugar test on my baby to see if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was low. Which it wasn't! She ordered a lactation  nurse to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;come in to see me. I was talking with the lactation nurse and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she told me I wasn't doing anything wrong and obviously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew how to feed my baby. She mentioned that my little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one played all night and now wants to sleep and he was just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fine. Which eased my mind. I didn't feel like a horrible mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they had switched shifts and we got a new nurse I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;telling her my baby wasn't acting normal and she needed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clean his nose and she let me know that she wasn't going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clean out his nose, because it was probably just Inflammation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was kind of frustrated because it had been a full 24 hours since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was born and why would inflammation finally be showing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now and not 12 hours ago??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She came back into the room closer to dinner and my little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guy had already been gasping for air and his nose was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting worse. I had her listen to him and she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OH MY that isn't normal." She called the pediatrician &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ordered an X-Ray and Blood tests. She took my little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one and Kenton and I fell asleep. My mom came and we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;visited her for a little bit. Then I had her take Kenton out to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eat. He really needed to get out of the hospital. I ordered me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some food while they were out. My little guy came back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I held him and didn't want to let him go. My dinner came and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't eat at all. I tried and just couldn't even think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nurse came back in (with concern) and asked if she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could take the baby to the nursery so I could eat and I told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her No, and that it was alright. I couldn't possibly part with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;him, when he couldn't breath. It BROKE my heart listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to him. She soon came in and told me that the Pediatrician &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was in and wanted to take a look at him. She took him and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I took just a few bites of my meal and couldn't eat any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more. I sat around and waited 15 min. and wondered where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my little guy was and how he was doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started to walk down the hall and I saw my hubby walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down the hallway coming back to the room. I told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our little sport was in the nursery with the pediatrician.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He went with me and we saw the doctor and the nurse talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they didn't have happy faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looked like they were more concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The doctor started to come out to find us, and saw us in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hall way and asked if we were the parents, then continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to tell us what was wrong. He mentioned that he found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lot of black stuff in his nose. Our Dr. said that he thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was Meconium (which is where a baby has a bowel movement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before it is born). But it probably wasn't, just because it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasn't in the charts. The Dr. then didn't know what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He mentioned that the nurse will have to clean his nose out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frequently and we will have to do this for the next 2 to 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was happy that the hospital called him, he didn't think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our sweet baby would have made it through the night, if they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didn't deep clean it out that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nurse came into our room and apologized for not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acting sooner and mentioned that it's usually just inflammation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it sounded like just inflammation. I accepted her apology and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just happy that we caught it when we did. She was defiantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super nice to me for the rest of her shift. I think she was a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scared that I would sue her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USWGwuYRgQk/Te9mEw9KsyI/AAAAAAAACG0/5LTFvBvAgXE/s1600/IMG_2485.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USWGwuYRgQk/Te9mEw9KsyI/AAAAAAAACG0/5LTFvBvAgXE/s400/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615819492401263394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shifts changed again and I had a different nurse by 3AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I noticed my little boy was starting to struggle with his breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again and I asked the nurse if she could clean out his nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said she wasn't going to do that because "it's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;probably just inflammation and if I suction it, it would only make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it worse". I was frustrated and asked again to have her to clean out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my babies nose and asked if she had read my babies charts and mentioned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that the dr. came and told her the full story. She slightly cleaned it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and said "Ok it's clean" She didn't touch it the rest of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time we were there. No matter how many times I asked her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally I was in tears because my baby literally couldn't breath and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He spit up and it got stuck in his throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and he started to choking on his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spit up. I started to freak out and cried even more. I finally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got him to start breathing again. I told her what happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she had an attitude and told me "Next time suck it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and put him on his stomach and pat it out. He's fine that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happens"  No it doesn't always happen like that!!! I've seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a baby spit up and kind of choke. This was totally different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She asked if we wanted to be discharged early? I told her Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to get out of that dang hospital with all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crazy nurses. We were all packed and a different pediatrician&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;came in. Can I say he was a little Cookie, and didn't know anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He came in I told him what was going on. He could obviously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hear that the sounds my baby was making wasn't normal, yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he did NOTHING! He said "He sounds fine" and sent us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on our way. We got our little sport in his car seat. Started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down the hall and listened to him cry and gasp for air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The CNA would say "Awe that poor little guy, he sounds terrible."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES Ya think so? Why wont you clean it out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33qxlcs8ou0/Te9mEbb0iHI/AAAAAAAACGs/vogcetX4xM0/s1600/IMG_2490.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33qxlcs8ou0/Te9mEbb0iHI/AAAAAAAACGs/vogcetX4xM0/s400/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615819486624254066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got to the car and I ended up sitting in the back with my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby. I started to cry on the way home and told my husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Our baby can't breath" He said "He's breathing" I replied "Yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but he struggling". We were literally 3 min. away from home and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our little sport stopped breathing completely. His face went blue, purple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his lips went gray. I started to scream and tried to open his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wouldn't! I tried to get his seat belt off to see if I could get him to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breath. I was telling my husband "HE STOPPED BREATHING!!!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were then 1 min. away from home. Then his eyes rolled to the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of his head. I got his seat belt off. We pulled into the driveway and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he gave out a HUGE cry. I told my husband "Oh good his color is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coming back, HURRY get him into the house." I took my sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby and went up the stairs quickly. Had my husband RUN to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;store to buy saline. I tried to clean his nose out. I didn't get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anything out. I saw that he had thick black crusty's in his nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw a tooth pic at the end of a dental floss and started digging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in his nose, while he was struggling to breath. I got one side out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then the other side out and my little guy went completely quiet and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fell asleep. Poor little guy. He was so tired from fighting with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his breathing. I called my husband to let him know that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was breathing and he was finally asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton said that he bought the saline. I was so happy my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;husband was almost home. I never want to relive that experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ever again! So glad my little bug is ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-2453564089421228577?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2453564089421228577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=2453564089421228577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2453564089421228577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2453564089421228577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-2-at-hospital.html' title='Day 2 at the Hospital'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQC1oKDLObs/Te9mEFeD8CI/AAAAAAAACGk/kDHhaMl_REE/s72-c/IMG_2523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-2669407476372728759</id><published>2011-04-21T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T01:27:07.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Night with our little man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I24LfpRe24U/Te9f444n0iI/AAAAAAAACGE/o5-kuob9YC4/s1600/IMG_2471.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I24LfpRe24U/Te9f444n0iI/AAAAAAAACGE/o5-kuob9YC4/s400/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615812691301487138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this sweet little guy. I can not believe he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is finally here. I am truly blessed to have such a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;handsome, sweet, adorable, calm, perfect little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can tell you that there is no greater joy, then to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see a little baby that you brought to this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It made my family feel complete. I always felt something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was missing in my life. It was my husband that filled it with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so much love, but it was a baby that completed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4FGvfO3u1o/Te9fxnKmXTI/AAAAAAAACF8/kjwGIDK1PtI/s1600/IMG_2461.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4FGvfO3u1o/Te9fxnKmXTI/AAAAAAAACF8/kjwGIDK1PtI/s400/IMG_2461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615812566285966642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;five fingers and five toes. He already loves his daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture makes me want to cry every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E1M_08ANgUw/Te9fxam0eEI/AAAAAAAACF0/sgxBFGL--ZQ/s1600/IMG_2478.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E1M_08ANgUw/Te9fxam0eEI/AAAAAAAACF0/sgxBFGL--ZQ/s400/IMG_2478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615812562914670658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton's little boy looks so much like him. It's crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husband is such a happy daddy. He LOVES his son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more then words can say. The way he looks at him, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way he talks with him. It's like they are already Best Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZSMWaWMusk/Te9fwrtHKxI/AAAAAAAACFs/SmM5eFDuGfk/s1600/IMG_2476.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZSMWaWMusk/Te9fwrtHKxI/AAAAAAAACFs/SmM5eFDuGfk/s400/IMG_2476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615812550324595474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't have asked for a better husband. He stuck by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;through and through and didn't leave my side once. We were both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super tired from being up for 48 hours, yet this little guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made it so we didn't really want to sleep just yet. I felt like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was going to miss him, if I fell asleep. I really didn't want to though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This baby gave me a power boost. All I wanted to do was have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more family time, more memories. I know I will never forget this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blessed day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8Xp5R4P0L0/Te9fwdILFCI/AAAAAAAACFk/h_49VFoEe1w/s1600/IMG_2474.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8Xp5R4P0L0/Te9fwdILFCI/AAAAAAAACFk/h_49VFoEe1w/s400/IMG_2474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615812546411566114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;By the end of the day. We all had fun visiting with family and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;friends. We are turly blessed to have such wonderful people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;in our lives. Especially the love that they already give to our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;sweet little boy. They have just met him and you can tell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;they already have so much love for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhMQK2vnE3Q/Te9fwNuLwfI/AAAAAAAACFc/k3gn_t5fuXQ/s1600/219411_10150165966786003_661476002_7381355_3772010_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhMQK2vnE3Q/Te9fwNuLwfI/AAAAAAAACFc/k3gn_t5fuXQ/s400/219411_10150165966786003_661476002_7381355_3772010_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615812542276026866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the end of the night, both of my boys were so tired they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally fell asleep. All I could do was look in awe! I am truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blessed to have such great guys in my life. I LOVE YOU TWO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-2669407476372728759?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2669407476372728759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=2669407476372728759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2669407476372728759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2669407476372728759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-night-with-our-little-man.html' title='First Night with our little man'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I24LfpRe24U/Te9f444n0iI/AAAAAAAACGE/o5-kuob9YC4/s72-c/IMG_2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7471484813740143629</id><published>2011-04-21T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T04:33:00.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Visitors at the Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIxnT-eKbZQ/Te9ZWgmUyII/AAAAAAAACFU/ZPA3VziiRhw/s1600/CIMG0799.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIxnT-eKbZQ/Te9ZWgmUyII/AAAAAAAACFU/ZPA3VziiRhw/s400/CIMG0799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615805503596972162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Jeffery was there in the delivery room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for all your love and support you gave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She couldn't wait to hold her first grandson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ga8ICc7Wgpo/Te9ZLhhQwhI/AAAAAAAACFM/TjuoKDtg6cs/s1600/CIMG0842.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ga8ICc7Wgpo/Te9ZLhhQwhI/AAAAAAAACFM/TjuoKDtg6cs/s400/CIMG0842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615805314865611282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Jeffery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVmK7_oBVrE/Te9ZLCzg_kI/AAAAAAAACFE/voaL-5m3fnc/s1600/CIMG0841.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVmK7_oBVrE/Te9ZLCzg_kI/AAAAAAAACFE/voaL-5m3fnc/s400/CIMG0841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615805306620673602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Jason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Prae_54vSeY/Te9ZKpQI_0I/AAAAAAAACE8/AfjILHnCjU4/s1600/208168_10150165961821003_661476002_7381299_6470736_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Prae_54vSeY/Te9ZKpQI_0I/AAAAAAAACE8/AfjILHnCjU4/s400/208168_10150165961821003_661476002_7381299_6470736_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615805299761413954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Croft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UAlvgdEfnU/Te9ZKXOu-cI/AAAAAAAACE0/glL6dI5KC0s/s1600/CIMG0847.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UAlvgdEfnU/Te9ZKXOu-cI/AAAAAAAACE0/glL6dI5KC0s/s400/CIMG0847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615805294923676098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Croft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dhJaEBGaVc/Te9ZJ8K2XgI/AAAAAAAACEs/0l5CF6ATmJY/s1600/CIMG0846.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dhJaEBGaVc/Te9ZJ8K2XgI/AAAAAAAACEs/0l5CF6ATmJY/s400/CIMG0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615805287659625986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e17CaFRQgU4/Te9X_uzzDuI/AAAAAAAACEk/hoOgiGEMGUY/s1600/210114_10150567187190177_907270176_18288390_2596616_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e17CaFRQgU4/Te9X_uzzDuI/AAAAAAAACEk/hoOgiGEMGUY/s400/210114_10150567187190177_907270176_18288390_2596616_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615804012762959586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Harrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eZKsVYng3Do/Te9X_O2zySI/AAAAAAAACEc/IPnCR7AYudw/s1600/209953_10150567187710177_907270176_18288396_3599331_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eZKsVYng3Do/Te9X_O2zySI/AAAAAAAACEc/IPnCR7AYudw/s400/209953_10150567187710177_907270176_18288396_3599331_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615804004185655586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Harrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGO7HVGR4RM/Te9X-7SAngI/AAAAAAAACEU/CaApJFYrkME/s1600/218907_10150567192560177_907270176_18288431_716067_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGO7HVGR4RM/Te9X-7SAngI/AAAAAAAACEU/CaApJFYrkME/s400/218907_10150567192560177_907270176_18288431_716067_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803998931033602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Alysa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMzTBBuN3s8/Te9X-gDskwI/AAAAAAAACEM/NxRRPlMhr3E/s1600/210664_10150567190515177_907270176_18288408_7227052_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMzTBBuN3s8/Te9X-gDskwI/AAAAAAAACEM/NxRRPlMhr3E/s400/210664_10150567190515177_907270176_18288408_7227052_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803991623242498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pECGOK_GiAU/Te9XewTqoJI/AAAAAAAACEE/SZMaRkP2yOE/s1600/218271_10150567194815177_907270176_18288445_5710853_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pECGOK_GiAU/Te9XewTqoJI/AAAAAAAACEE/SZMaRkP2yOE/s400/218271_10150567194815177_907270176_18288445_5710853_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803446229377170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Andelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5IgMXXjCHY/Te9XeQxfAsI/AAAAAAAACD8/AbMHTiPUbyM/s1600/201997_10150567207555177_907270176_18288583_5288839_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5IgMXXjCHY/Te9XeQxfAsI/AAAAAAAACD8/AbMHTiPUbyM/s400/201997_10150567207555177_907270176_18288583_5288839_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803437764510402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marleah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k42ME7IWbBk/Te9XeHv3lPI/AAAAAAAACD0/viC9VSdBU4U/s1600/209947_10150567203915177_907270176_18288531_516647_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k42ME7IWbBk/Te9XeHv3lPI/AAAAAAAACD0/viC9VSdBU4U/s400/209947_10150567203915177_907270176_18288531_516647_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803435341812978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Friend Jenn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gRrYvIC4eCM/Te9XdrYz1yI/AAAAAAAACDs/iE9UvK-V5e4/s1600/209992_10150567193010177_907270176_18288432_7672479_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gRrYvIC4eCM/Te9XdrYz1yI/AAAAAAAACDs/iE9UvK-V5e4/s400/209992_10150567193010177_907270176_18288432_7672479_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803427728906018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Friend Matt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKNdzxvR_pA/Te9XdSJ-S1I/AAAAAAAACDk/O0fS7OZMS_c/s1600/205007_10150567196185177_907270176_18288457_2487407_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKNdzxvR_pA/Te9XdSJ-S1I/AAAAAAAACDk/O0fS7OZMS_c/s400/205007_10150567196185177_907270176_18288457_2487407_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803420955790162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Grandma Jeffery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9kiBSgLiYII/Te9XHvLcvrI/AAAAAAAACDc/3JdSeO1Eklw/s1600/219004_10150567195600177_907270176_18288455_2608330_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9kiBSgLiYII/Te9XHvLcvrI/AAAAAAAACDc/3JdSeO1Eklw/s400/219004_10150567195600177_907270176_18288455_2608330_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803050789486258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Aubrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XX46y-M-SUs/Te9XHEqfg2I/AAAAAAAACDU/D4S1-HBswAg/s1600/219345_10150567206995177_907270176_18288573_5452560_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XX46y-M-SUs/Te9XHEqfg2I/AAAAAAAACDU/D4S1-HBswAg/s400/219345_10150567206995177_907270176_18288573_5452560_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803039376966498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tO3abOEAND8/Te9XG23OZrI/AAAAAAAACDM/l9nQc2tARDA/s1600/201484_10150567208440177_907270176_18288594_543165_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tO3abOEAND8/Te9XG23OZrI/AAAAAAAACDM/l9nQc2tARDA/s400/201484_10150567208440177_907270176_18288594_543165_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803035672274610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Friend Brady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NvG6wOrxPI/Te9XGSNun0I/AAAAAAAACDE/_2OJFQiF99w/s1600/204436_10150567205645177_907270176_18288552_784751_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NvG6wOrxPI/Te9XGSNun0I/AAAAAAAACDE/_2OJFQiF99w/s400/204436_10150567205645177_907270176_18288552_784751_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803025834549058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Aunt Anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VReKGb-LDsM/Te9XGAsBB_I/AAAAAAAACC8/JRZMLJXMyhM/s1600/201236_10150567206295177_907270176_18288561_7166305_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VReKGb-LDsM/Te9XGAsBB_I/AAAAAAAACC8/JRZMLJXMyhM/s400/201236_10150567206295177_907270176_18288561_7166305_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615803021129746418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Uncle Paul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were a few others who came to the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we didn't get photos with them. Uncle Ashton,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Hannah, Uncle Ryan, Hailee, Uncle Landon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Friend Rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7471484813740143629?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7471484813740143629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7471484813740143629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7471484813740143629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7471484813740143629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-visitors.html' title='First Visitors at the Hospital'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIxnT-eKbZQ/Te9ZWgmUyII/AAAAAAAACFU/ZPA3VziiRhw/s72-c/CIMG0799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-1177003001748305419</id><published>2011-04-21T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:44:08.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Day!!! Hurray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaDlPNKJ2lY/TbfOQtG6ErI/AAAAAAAACBI/WNjX2TOI7dI/s1600/CIMG0795.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaDlPNKJ2lY/TbfOQtG6ErI/AAAAAAAACBI/WNjX2TOI7dI/s400/CIMG0795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600171448040297138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son was born at 3:17PM April 21, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 Pounds 15 oz 19.5 Inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When our little guy was born I was so afraid that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasn't alive. Because he wasn't crying. I soon asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Is he alive???" The nurse replied "Yes!" I was so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to know that he was ok. It was so weird to think that he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was finally here. I was falling asleep between every contraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in labor for only 45 Min. with only 10 contractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The doctor and the nurses were surprised that I wasn't in labor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very long. So nice to know that it was such an easy labor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before you know it my son was in my arms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved that Kenton got to cut the umbilical cord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little one came into this world. He was so calm and alert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only noise I heard from him, was a delayed short cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after they gave him his shots. He came back to my arms and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all I could do was smile. I have never felt so much happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so much joy! This couldn't have been a better day to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our son come into this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v9kgaN5MHTE/TbfOQNoqRFI/AAAAAAAACA4/SGAmYKFnIAM/s1600/CIMG0808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v9kgaN5MHTE/TbfOQNoqRFI/AAAAAAAACA4/SGAmYKFnIAM/s400/CIMG0808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600171439591933010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was a fast learner when it came to breastfeeding and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the nurse gave him to Kenton so I could get cleaned up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He quickly found his thumb. It was the cutest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ7iYnhxm6I/TbfOPiNcg-I/AAAAAAAACAw/qTznlZMrYs8/s1600/CIMG0832.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ7iYnhxm6I/TbfOPiNcg-I/AAAAAAAACAw/qTznlZMrYs8/s400/CIMG0832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600171427935060962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son didn't like bath time. I was wanting Kenton to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;give him a bath and the nurse did the bath for him, she just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;showed him and didn't teach him hands on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDo5SlwRQr8/TbfOPQtQkEI/AAAAAAAACAo/2D54_H35CcU/s1600/CIMG0840.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDo5SlwRQr8/TbfOPQtQkEI/AAAAAAAACAo/2D54_H35CcU/s400/CIMG0840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600171423236657218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never realized how much hair my son had until she got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;done with his bath and brushed his hair up. I never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought my son would look as handsome as he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My imagination couldn't imagine such beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know our family just loved our little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom mentioned that he had a really strong neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had never seen a baby more alert with a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;strong neck and legs. Everyone was wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I was pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why I was complaining that he had a strong kick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was definitely a different experience. I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-1177003001748305419?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1177003001748305419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=1177003001748305419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/1177003001748305419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/1177003001748305419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/birth-day-hurray.html' title='Birth Day!!! Hurray!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaDlPNKJ2lY/TbfOQtG6ErI/AAAAAAAACBI/WNjX2TOI7dI/s72-c/CIMG0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-5137947399298789536</id><published>2011-04-21T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:45:54.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor and Delivery Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxgkyYxNEZs/Tb5AvIf_x2I/AAAAAAAACCw/YBG9XdvpXJc/s1600/CIMG0761.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxgkyYxNEZs/Tb5AvIf_x2I/AAAAAAAACCw/YBG9XdvpXJc/s400/CIMG0761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601986164975191906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;What a night! Here is my birth story. It's kind of crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; On the 20th I hit that "Nesting stage" I literally deep cleaned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;my whole house. I don't know what got into me, but I didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;want to stop. I vacuumed, moped, laundry, ironed, scrubbed down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;both bathrooms, cleaned all the rooms, dusted, deep cleaned the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;kitchen and even inside the microwave. It was awesome to see my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;house super clean! Kenton came home and I was still on the go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Soon I started to get contractions and ignored them. I was trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;to see if it was just false labor pains. The contractions didn't want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;to go away. My hubby was painting the closest and I told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;we might be going to the hospital tonight. He said "OK" and kept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;painting. I packed the bags and got them all ready. Kenton was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;super excited. By One AM we went to the doctors. I told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"I hope this isn't a false alarm and I don't have to go home again"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I got all dressed and she said that I was dilated to a 2 1/2 &amp;lt; which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;by my doctor that's a 3 1/2 lol! She mentioned I was contracting, yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;it wasn't super contractions as she would like to see. She called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;our OB and he said "Let's keep her and get her started, I hate to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;turn mothers away on there due dates". So we got the party started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;They gave me an IV and started me on pitocin. Which helps you dilate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hKTN3y6Z3M/Tb5Au1e-tzI/AAAAAAAACCo/eZjm5mxvbjc/s1600/CIMG0762.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hKTN3y6Z3M/Tb5Au1e-tzI/AAAAAAAACCo/eZjm5mxvbjc/s400/CIMG0762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601986159870654258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was so tired, yet wide awake. It is so hard to fall asleep when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;you are contracting. It's never fun! The nurse took us to a labor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;room. Which was nice to be in a bigger room. Our doctor stopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;by at 3 am to say Hello and that he was going to be back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;break my water at 5am. I was good with that. Our OB looked so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;tired.  She mentioned that after he had his cardio and his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;caffeine he is super happy and ready to go for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She was right. He was happier and more awake after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The doctor came in about 5 am and broke my water. The nurse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;came in and told us to get some sleep before the fun starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Kenton quickly fell asleep. While I was wide awake. I swear those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;contractions just got worse after he broke that water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was trying to breath through them. Wasn't helping all that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I sat and listened to the rain outside and watching the lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It reminded me of Saturday's Warrior for some reason. Probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;because at the very end of that show there was a thunderstorm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and the baby was born. lol! I know I'm weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The nurse came in at 6AM and asked me if I would like the epidural now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;because the anesthesiologist would be in a C-section at 7AM and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I wouldn't be able to get it till 8AM. I was tolerating the pain to a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I told her I was going to wait it out. I asked her to ask me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;15 minutes closer to the hour. She did, I was almost in tears freaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;out from the pain. 45 minute was long enough to deal with such pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It didn't help not having the support by my husband by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He was dead asleep. Which he should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I woke Kenton up and asked if it would be alright if I got the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;epidural. He was wondering why I woke him up, just to ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;a silly question like that. I told him "I need you to hold my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;hand, when they give it to me". The anesthesiologist came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;in and was super chipped and filled with jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; He told me he was a back stabber. I'm sure he thinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;his jokes never get old. I held the nurses hand and Kenton's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;hand in my right hand. The Anesthesiologist gave a poke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I breathed through it and was fine the rest of the time. Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;you know it I'm feeling all tingly like my feet were falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;asleep, when in reality they really where. ha ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMPEDFD81hE/Tb5AuWoRTFI/AAAAAAAACCg/1uEGN2JJM-0/s1600/CIMG0765.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMPEDFD81hE/Tb5AuWoRTFI/AAAAAAAACCg/1uEGN2JJM-0/s400/CIMG0765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601986151588121682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nurse came in and asked if I would get some rest. I tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to sleep. Every time I would go to that deep sleep phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would quickly wake up. I felt like I was falling every single time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so hard to not feel like I was falling. My legs felt like stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't get up and move around. I had to have my hubby help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;position me. I do not have upper body strength. Terrible I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nurse put me on an oxygen mask, because the babies heart rate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was low. She mentioned that the umbilical cord was probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kinked or stretched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around 9 to 10AM the nurse came in and mentioned I could have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this baby by Noon. She said there was another girl in the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next door that was neck to neck. The nurse said "it's a race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to see who gets there first". She came in at Noon and said I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a 9 1/2. I don't think she had me push until the other girl in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;labor was done having her baby lol! She came in again at 2PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and had me push. I was so tired and so out of it. I couldn't exactly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;concentrate. The epidural made me so itchy. I was scratching my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nose and scratching my arms. I think I looked just like Rudolf the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;red nose reindeer by the time I had to push.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-5137947399298789536?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5137947399298789536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=5137947399298789536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5137947399298789536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5137947399298789536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/labor-and-delivery-story.html' title='Labor and Delivery Story'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxgkyYxNEZs/Tb5AvIf_x2I/AAAAAAAACCw/YBG9XdvpXJc/s72-c/CIMG0761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-1708620025995790933</id><published>2011-04-14T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:53:18.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 Weeks and Baby crib!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA7Dkdh367w/TbfL5RES1hI/AAAAAAAAB_o/IhG6RB_OK48/s1600/April%2B2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA7Dkdh367w/TbfL5RES1hI/AAAAAAAAB_o/IhG6RB_OK48/s400/April%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600168846352897554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;39 Weeks, almost to 40 Weeks Pregnant. Only a week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy Cow! I can not believe my little one will be here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;any day now. This has got to be one of the hardest weeks for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me. I have had contractions and false alarms. My Hiatal Hernia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is having a great time bugging me. I feel like sometimes I can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breath. It's so bad when you feel like you have no energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You feel like you're about to pop. Also you're tired all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's one of those weeks you wish would hurry up and be over with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep telling myself. It's all for a good cause. My son will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be here and all will be well. It's so crazy to think still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I only have one more week. I was also thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to be a mom. I think reality has finally hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait till my little bug is here. You really can't cuddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with your stomach, that would be just weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIACWQK_gJY/TbfBU5z8_nI/AAAAAAAAB_g/XtAFRvUcBpg/s1600/IMG_2283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIACWQK_gJY/TbfBU5z8_nI/AAAAAAAAB_g/XtAFRvUcBpg/s400/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600157226518773362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been busy working on this crib set for awhile now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made the bed skirt, sheets, bumper pad, and the music mobile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's turning out so CUTE! I was kind of worried that it wouldn't be as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute as it is. :0) I believe my little one will love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS4FmkJuV0w/TbfBUkvgXSI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/lTPYR82bdWQ/s1600/IMG_2284.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS4FmkJuV0w/TbfBUkvgXSI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/lTPYR82bdWQ/s400/IMG_2284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600157220862975266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made the inside with a minky material. It's turning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out so cute. I love how soft it is. I am almost finished with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of this bumper pad. I have just the ends to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran out of material and I've been waiting for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fabric store to get more in. Hopefully I wont have to wait too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;longer. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-1708620025995790933?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1708620025995790933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=1708620025995790933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/1708620025995790933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/1708620025995790933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/39-weeks-and-baby-crib.html' title='39 Weeks and Baby crib!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA7Dkdh367w/TbfL5RES1hI/AAAAAAAAB_o/IhG6RB_OK48/s72-c/April%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-6715890275226724097</id><published>2011-04-12T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T16:13:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling the pregnancy pain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFf0C6mcDMY/TaYk7smpPqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/gkm7XRzlPAE/s1600/cartoon31.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFf0C6mcDMY/TaYk7smpPqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/gkm7XRzlPAE/s400/cartoon31.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595200195058548386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is super funny! I was so feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pain on the 9th. I was in so much pain I swear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in labor. I kept my husband up with me all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while I was having contractions. I knew I wasn't in labor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because it wasn't consistent. Just super bad pains. That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;felt like I was going to die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so sick the day of my anniversary. It was not fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at all. My husband was super tired the next day. I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a plan to do something special that day, but that never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ended up happening either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went and saw our OB on the 12th. He was saying that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the babies head dropped. No wonder why I have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walking so funny. lol! He mentioned that this baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can come now. He said he could give me something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to hurry along the dialations go in the next day and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have the baby on the 13th. HOLY CRAP! I was not prepared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for that. There is so much that needs to be done on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;house and I still had laundry to fold and things to clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not ready. I totally chickened out. Plus the word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Induce" Scares me to death. I don't want to be induced,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then later find out my body really wasn't ready, then have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get a C-section. I've heard that story so many times. I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just rather stay away from that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Know my doctor is great! Yet I don't want to be induced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please give me some answers. I don't know what to do at this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;point. We have to seriously get this house going and on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right track. Maybe it is nesting. Maybe I need things to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in order. How can you put something in order when your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;house is being painted. UGH! Someone help my husband and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;help him get this finished, so I can be more at peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would hate for people to come over to see Kayden and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see my house like this. It's embarrassing. It isn't to Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because he is a guy and things like that don't bug him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew we should have been painting MONTHS ago. But we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decided to wait until the last second to get this done. It's been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going so SLOWLY and I feel helpless. I have no energy. No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;motivation. I feel like a big blob that is ready to pop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't sleep well. This is going to be a mess. HELP HELP HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is all I can say... Where does the automatic energy cleaning boost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;come in. I would love it, if that kicked in today. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call my hubby. He would love the help in the painting department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully this baby doesn't come this weekend. I'm FREAKING OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-6715890275226724097?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6715890275226724097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=6715890275226724097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6715890275226724097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6715890275226724097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-feeling-pregnancy-pain.html' title='I&apos;m feeling the pregnancy pain!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFf0C6mcDMY/TaYk7smpPqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/gkm7XRzlPAE/s72-c/cartoon31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-5615601229938768744</id><published>2011-04-09T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:25:20.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Baby Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj2ynBZkGPY/TaYM1VArzwI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/ebsPE3KOBDg/s1600/IMG_2317.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj2ynBZkGPY/TaYM1VArzwI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/ebsPE3KOBDg/s400/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595173697367035650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 31st of March. Kenton and I decided that we wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a friend/ ward Baby shower. I couldn't invite everyone to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;family shower. It would have been way to crowded. I decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to buy some cupcakes and put them together. They turned out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very nicely if you ask me. They matched the colors of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby shower decorations. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided this was the last time I make the Non-gluten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;free cupcakes in my house. I was having such a hard time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breathing. It totally sucked! I'm sure I will figure something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out so it will be a win win for everyone. I do have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that the gluten free cup cake mix costs $4 a box. When the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;regular kind cost .98 cents. Something is seriously wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with this picture. I wish gluten free was cheaper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNsUqXc0BwM/TaYM05kr8bI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/ygQ142vHmMM/s1600/IMG_2318.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNsUqXc0BwM/TaYM05kr8bI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/ygQ142vHmMM/s400/IMG_2318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595173690001846706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At my sisters house we stuck with the basics. Fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veggies and cupcakes. lol! I'm in love with Organic foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the decorations turned out super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebMkeayFfLY/TaYM0uvLQ2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/fgPynMTPD-0/s1600/IMG_2321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebMkeayFfLY/TaYM0uvLQ2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/fgPynMTPD-0/s400/IMG_2321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595173687093052258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31a1NDPtVec/TaYM0R0RoFI/AAAAAAAAB-A/jAquQfvPtDU/s1600/IMG_2332.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31a1NDPtVec/TaYM0R0RoFI/AAAAAAAAB-A/jAquQfvPtDU/s400/IMG_2332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595173679329812562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't show pictures of everyone, I don't think my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;takes the best pictures. I'll have to get those pictures from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sister. She had her camera. Mine died and I forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to check the battery life before I came. I'm really sorry for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crazy pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5L8p2b0oWsU/TaYMz_rv6FI/AAAAAAAAB94/b_Fh6NtDpLo/s1600/IMG_2342.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5L8p2b0oWsU/TaYMz_rv6FI/AAAAAAAAB94/b_Fh6NtDpLo/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595173674462210130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my 37 week mark of being Pregnant. I am sporting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the round look. lol! I'm so happy for all the friends, ward members,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and neighbors that came to support our little man. It was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also good to see who traveled to far to come support this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little guy. Makes me so happy to have a great support system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love all my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nv5jW7UBXY/TaYMgcCb8vI/AAAAAAAAB9w/XjhGBRhjoGg/s1600/CIMG0637.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nv5jW7UBXY/TaYMgcCb8vI/AAAAAAAAB9w/XjhGBRhjoGg/s400/CIMG0637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595173338476180210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On April 9th we had the family party. What a joyful day it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy that it snowed and these balloons didn't stay high for very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is crazy to think a year ago I was decorating for my wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dinner. Then today I'm decorating for this baby shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just happy it didn't snow like this for the wedding. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never in a million years would I think on that wedding dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey in a year I'm going to be having a baby. lol! It wasn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even on my mind. But I love that it is now. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gkkwo0ZeaKw/TaYMLTmIx7I/AAAAAAAAB9o/24fp1NDmmz4/s1600/CIMG0642.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gkkwo0ZeaKw/TaYMLTmIx7I/AAAAAAAAB9o/24fp1NDmmz4/s400/CIMG0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595172975432746930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Alysa had this adorable cake made. She felt bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that the colors weren't right with the decorations, but I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it looked adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xn3xoTgzvgY/TaYMFTE1dsI/AAAAAAAAB9g/TDpdX4Zacq8/s1600/CIMG0646.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xn3xoTgzvgY/TaYMFTE1dsI/AAAAAAAAB9g/TDpdX4Zacq8/s400/CIMG0646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595172872213853890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had taken the time to work with JJ to get these candy bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;covers for thank you gifts. I also had Adam help with the final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;project. He was a great help last second, since JJ couldn't finish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joZ7B2pjH-4/TaYLHJCwiGI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/luaUXi37grY/s1600/CIMG0718.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joZ7B2pjH-4/TaYLHJCwiGI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/luaUXi37grY/s400/CIMG0718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595171804368898146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were too many pictures to show from this day. This house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was Packed with loved ones. :0) I was so shocked to see how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;many gifts were in the room. I was trying not to cry. I was for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sure feeling very pregnant and I was so ready to get this over with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know that opening gifts would get me so tired. I really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;needed a nap! ha ha ha! Being 38 Weeks pregnant is just crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't believe 2 more weeks and the baby will be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to thank all my sisters and my mom for putting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;together a WONDERFUL baby shower. I'm sorry I wasn't more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;helpful. lol! I also want to thank all my friends and family who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;came to the shower. I am so happy that they all came. We played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some really fun games. My sister even made us eat baby food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to guess what kind it was. I will tell you, I suck at that game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I know my veggies and fruit very well. Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I will when Kayden starts eating more of that baby food. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now who wants to help putting my nursery together and help me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clean my house? lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-5615601229938768744?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5615601229938768744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=5615601229938768744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5615601229938768744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5615601229938768744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-baby-showers.html' title='Two Baby Showers'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj2ynBZkGPY/TaYM1VArzwI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/ebsPE3KOBDg/s72-c/IMG_2317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-8270769050742220800</id><published>2011-04-08T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:29:40.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlwXlSavsHA/TaYVRFwtSFI/AAAAAAAAB_A/z-GmELPoRRQ/s1600/IMG_2382.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlwXlSavsHA/TaYVRFwtSFI/AAAAAAAAB_A/z-GmELPoRRQ/s400/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595182970402850898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to have our Anniversary dinner a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little early. Seeing that the baby shower was on Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we couldn't really go out on Sunday. I'm so glad that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we did. We went to Roosters and had a good meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton surprised me with this beautiful 14K Neckless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It even has 6 real diamonds in it. I was super shocked that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he got it. I felt super spoiled and didn't know how to react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton then tells me that it was ok if I go get my nails done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went and got them done. Got a little frustrated with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the guy who was doing my nails, just because he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanted to do a certain style and I finally gave up and let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;him do what he wanted to do with them. lol! I got home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Kenton was supposed to be taking a nap. All the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lights were off. I crawled into bed with him to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell him about my nails and then he wanted me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get my phone from the bathroom. I wanted him to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grab it and he literally pushed me out of the bed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go and get it. I was wondering why he was being so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funny and acting differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked into the bathroom and I saw this beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ring sitting in a box on top of my phone on the sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smiled really big and didn't know how to react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because Kenton kept telling me over and over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and over that we couldn't afford it, because the baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was on it way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKvfzmyMqtc/TaYVQ358rGI/AAAAAAAAB-4/upo5w3FwDZo/s1600/IMG_2387.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKvfzmyMqtc/TaYVQ358rGI/AAAAAAAAB-4/upo5w3FwDZo/s400/IMG_2387.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595182966683511906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside story on the ring. Ok... So before the engagement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I decided on a price range of what kind of ring we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could get. I walked in and saw one I REALLY loved! But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we checked the credit. Kenton had a house and his car on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his credit. They ended up making a deal with us. That we could get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a temporary ring for now. Then once the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ring was payed off in full then we could come in and trade up for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the other ring. I was super happy, just because the wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was 7 Months away. That gave Kenton plenty of time to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton mentioned that I could get the ring 3 months before the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wedding. I was counting down the days. Then once it came up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton had so many other things that came up, he didn't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the money to pay it off. He said "I will get you the ring on our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one year anniversary". I was totally bummed that we didn't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the ring for the wedding. Just because I hated the other one. Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha ha! I should have picked  better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KS74oXftmic/TaYVQJho25I/AAAAAAAAB-w/9JDWKZ8Joas/s1600/IMG_2391.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KS74oXftmic/TaYVQJho25I/AAAAAAAAB-w/9JDWKZ8Joas/s400/IMG_2391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595182954233518994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well later we checked the rings Just a few months back around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines day, and they didn't have the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one I really wanted anymore on stock, just because it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a Specialty ring that was only there for a while. They said they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could do a special order, but she didn't know how long it would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take till it came it. I look over in the ring box and saw this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pointed at it and told Kenton this ring was the same price&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and looked so much prettier and if he wanted he could get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that one for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sh0TAP-5Ck/TaYVPuYncFI/AAAAAAAAB-o/egMtFVX33_I/s1600/IMG_2393.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sh0TAP-5Ck/TaYVPuYncFI/AAAAAAAAB-o/egMtFVX33_I/s400/IMG_2393.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595182946947919954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He came up to me just a month before and told me that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we probably couldn't afford the ring, because baby was on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way and he didn't think our finances would cover it, and we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;might have to wait a year or two. I didn't say much about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and agreed that baby was important. Even though I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have to stick with that silly ugly ring. I was ok with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he tosses this curve ball and gets it. I was like "I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we couldn't afford it?" His reply with a huge smile was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't worry about it". He had this planned all along that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little stinker and I thought he couldn't keep a secret. Instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he pulls my leg. I guess he payed most of it off with some of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our tax returns. Can I just say "I LOVE TAX RETURNS" Happiest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girl on the block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPDdeINhQhQ/TaYVPa0imvI/AAAAAAAAB-g/c4UVtrnBvvk/s1600/CIMG0630.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPDdeINhQhQ/TaYVPa0imvI/AAAAAAAAB-g/c4UVtrnBvvk/s400/CIMG0630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595182941696334578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my 38 week mark belly shot. Feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bloating! Oy! baby can you get any bigger? lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is now around 7 Pounds. CRAZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honey I am so happy we had such a great anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dinner and day. I love you more then anything else in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this world. I'm one lucky girl. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-8270769050742220800?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8270769050742220800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=8270769050742220800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/8270769050742220800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/8270769050742220800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/anniversary-dinner.html' title='Anniversary Dinner'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlwXlSavsHA/TaYVRFwtSFI/AAAAAAAAB_A/z-GmELPoRRQ/s72-c/IMG_2382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-4887014163366094012</id><published>2011-04-05T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:06:42.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>False Labor Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yB6bcjoIxyE/TZ1q1H0yiAI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/psC57I3vQZI/s1600/Delivery_tnb.png.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yB6bcjoIxyE/TZ1q1H0yiAI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/psC57I3vQZI/s400/Delivery_tnb.png.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592743773130098690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Never thought I would say this... I had a False labor pains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in so much pain on the 3rd. Then had another pain with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contractions coming every five minutes on the 4th of April. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were slowly getting worse. I was not prepared for this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hubby was finishing painting then decided he needed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get more ready. I was trying to get a bag ready. While breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;through these contractions. Kenton was calmer then me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was telling Kenton it was too early for me. Because of my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silly reasons. The guest room, babies room, and living room still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasn't completed being painted and all. I was so frustrated!!! I still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had one more baby shower and felt not prepared to go into labor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet while we were driving to the hospital. Kenton started this silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English accent and I believe he was trying to lighten the mood. Plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he was just super excited, If he son were to come that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;night. I started to laugh and became okay with knowing if he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;came tonight I wouldn't worry so much. I have a great supporting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;husband that just makes me laugh. Especially when I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want him to make me laugh. It's so good to have that in the home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got to the hospital and my stomach wasn't as bad with the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contractions. I was super surprised they were kind of going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;away. I wish it would have done that at home. When I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to calm it down by taking a warm bath (that didn't work).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We talked with the nurse and got everything about me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the computer system. Hopefully we wont have to do the 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;questions next time we go in. She had me lay on my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hooked me up. She mentioned that I'm probably dilated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to a One. Which doesn't make since, because my doctor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has been saying I'm dilated to a two. Hum... Confused!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the nurse said "I have smaller fingers and your doctor has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bigger fingers, so everyone tells the dilations differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't that all be the same??? Not different, just because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of your fingers. I'll have to talk with my doctor about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the eight, when we go in to see him. The nurse wasn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;concerned about the labor pains. Gave me some suggestions for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next time. Like drinking a full glass of water. Taking a warm bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to lay down and relax. (Maybe like Meditation. lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said if they just get worse then to come in and to not feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stupid about coming in, just because it's better to be safe then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally felt silly. I keep wondering if I should just wait until my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;water breaks next time or I'm in so much pain I can't even walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the door. lol! I don't know what I'm going to do next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I know was tonight was totally silly and Even though I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lot of questions answered and I have my bags packed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel more prepared. I did also realize what needs to really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get done before even a week from now. Hopefully the house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be more painted and projects will get more done, so that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can start getting my house back into order. I would LOVE that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone needs to know that I'm ok now. The nurse gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a sleeping pill and I've been taking it easy. Which is wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep is good, Sleep is great, sleep is what I need to be doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good night wonderful world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-4887014163366094012?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4887014163366094012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=4887014163366094012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4887014163366094012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4887014163366094012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/false-labor-pains.html' title='False Labor Pains'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yB6bcjoIxyE/TZ1q1H0yiAI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/psC57I3vQZI/s72-c/Delivery_tnb.png.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-6625990503759794974</id><published>2011-04-01T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T02:10:20.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfkbBAwOVhs/TZWCorSLxdI/AAAAAAAAB9I/uVTcEnf2cTQ/s1600/IMG_2342.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfkbBAwOVhs/TZWCorSLxdI/AAAAAAAAB9I/uVTcEnf2cTQ/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590518147775710674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cute little "Kayden" sign Aubrey put together. Isn't it ADORABLE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second Baby shower. This was a lot of fun! I look like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one big balloon. lol! My belly is getting so big. It's fun to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see how much it changes in just a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This shower was something I put together. Seeing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't invite all my friends to the family shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew we would be packed with People if I did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have gained a lot of friends and even my new ward friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neighbors are just a joy to have as well. I didn't think if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I invited a lot of people to the shower on a Thursday that I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have a lot of people cancel. I feel really bad! Just because I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love having girl parties. Yet A lot of people did show up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I didn't expect. I was so happy and very grateful to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many friends there. So many people care and love my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little one and he isn't even born yet. I LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyBV_ig2iGY/TZWCoQ4CTPI/AAAAAAAAB9A/tZAzPXjERJ4/s1600/IMG_2317.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyBV_ig2iGY/TZWCoQ4CTPI/AAAAAAAAB9A/tZAzPXjERJ4/s400/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590518140686716146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ended up making some cupcakes for the shower. You'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never guess that the blue ones were gluten free, unless I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;told ya! They were very yummy! I LOVED them very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWGYII9ABnY/TZWCoKSv_II/AAAAAAAAB84/3-ohfrzA61s/s1600/IMG_2318.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWGYII9ABnY/TZWCoKSv_II/AAAAAAAAB84/3-ohfrzA61s/s400/IMG_2318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590518138919713922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so happy that this adorable baby shower set was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going on Clearance. It was one I've had my eye on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for awhile now. At least I didn't have to pay full price for all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the decorations. I would've posted the pictures of the decorations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aubrey put up, but my camera died last second and we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had to take all of these pictures with our iPhones and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it didn't turn out very well. They were all kind of blurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I apologize for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to thank all my Neighbors that showed up and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to all those who came and supported little Kayden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love all my ward members that came. Even my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that traveled a long way to come! I was so happy to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone. I wish I got a picture with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish my camera was working. You all don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what it meant to have your company, love, and support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to our little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HUGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-6625990503759794974?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6625990503759794974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=6625990503759794974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6625990503759794974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6625990503759794974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/04/second-baby-shower.html' title='Second Baby Shower'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfkbBAwOVhs/TZWCorSLxdI/AAAAAAAAB9I/uVTcEnf2cTQ/s72-c/IMG_2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-9042401507923499725</id><published>2011-03-28T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:20:03.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Weeks 1 Day Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I would share this cute little video of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our little guy. This is probably going to be the last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4D video we will get. Just because he started to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;move down the birth canal and it gets harder to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see his face. I'm glad our doctor got some cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo's of our little sport before he comes. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BfwSU6RzO54" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-9042401507923499725?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9042401507923499725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=9042401507923499725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/9042401507923499725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/9042401507923499725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/03/34-weeks-1-day-video.html' title='34 Weeks 1 Day Video'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BfwSU6RzO54/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-8689795586941795288</id><published>2011-03-25T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:29:42.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OB appointment 36 Weeks  and 1 Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki8EgepH1UE/TZBG6QMlQ6I/AAAAAAAAB8w/j43buOl5PkI/s1600/baby_stork_boy_lg-300x224.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki8EgepH1UE/TZBG6QMlQ6I/AAAAAAAAB8w/j43buOl5PkI/s400/baby_stork_boy_lg-300x224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589045104160883618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended up going to the doctor and he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;checked my cervix today. I was happy that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he did, because I was in so much pain on Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the wedding reception. Come to find out I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dilating. Who would have thought it was going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hurt so much. Our doctor said I'm dilated to a 2 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm 75% Thinned. Only 25% more to go. Our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doctor thinks the baby might come a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or a week in a half early. Just as long as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the baby doesn't come until after all the baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;showers. Ha Ha Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little man is now 6 Pounds 12 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe 2 weeks have gone by and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he has gained 1 pound and 12 oz. HOLY COW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He thinks the baby might be 7 1/2 pounds or 7 3/4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pounds when he is born. He will be one BIG baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess we will soon find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out. I was hoping that he was going to be a small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby lol! Kenton wants the baby to be born on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April 16th. Just because his birthday is 10/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which=  20 Mine is 2/18 which= 20. So if the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby was born 4/16 it will = 20. lol! Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton. He loves his numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look forward to another week to see our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doctor again. I can't wait to meet my little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sport. Looks like he might be coming a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;earlier then expected. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-8689795586941795288?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8689795586941795288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=8689795586941795288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/8689795586941795288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/8689795586941795288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/03/ob-appointment-36-weeks-and-1-day.html' title='OB appointment 36 Weeks  and 1 Day'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki8EgepH1UE/TZBG6QMlQ6I/AAAAAAAAB8w/j43buOl5PkI/s72-c/baby_stork_boy_lg-300x224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7829169434650866966</id><published>2011-03-24T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:56:46.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefanies's Wedding dinner and Wedding 36 Weeks Prego!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2Nv3JZLro4/TYwYEHlcfxI/AAAAAAAAB8g/RTV-MkRjkqc/s1600/CIMG0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2Nv3JZLro4/TYwYEHlcfxI/AAAAAAAAB8g/RTV-MkRjkqc/s400/CIMG0580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587867696694591250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March 22nd 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Step sister Stefanie is getting married! It was so fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be involved in their wedding this week. Even though I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starting to look like a big balloon. It was enjoyable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stef and Brenton have been dating for 2 years or 3 years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was happy they finally decided to tie the knot. Kenton actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hooked these two love birds up in the first place. He said they went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to a party. Kenton and Brenton were roommates at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton went to bed and before you know it they hooked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbVo5tnKkeg/TYwYD1qaMwI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/c_oOpbHSAyI/s1600/CIMG0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbVo5tnKkeg/TYwYD1qaMwI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/c_oOpbHSAyI/s400/CIMG0594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587867691883574018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March 23rd 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day of the wedding. Kenton took the first part of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;day off work to come and enjoy the wedding. I got all dolled up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in my dress. I was looking forward to having a fun wedding day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQnEZnLjEoY/TYwYDmb_RFI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/0AsHofLmdu8/s1600/CIMG0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQnEZnLjEoY/TYwYDmb_RFI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/0AsHofLmdu8/s400/CIMG0591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587867687796556882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cute little nieces are just a joy to have around. The two little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girls on the end are wearing the dresses I had made for them for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my wedding. I can't believe it's been a year and they can still fit into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them. Super cute if you ask me. I Love my little nieces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQwuyo3eveY/TYwX0ZPbRLI/AAAAAAAAB8I/NUHn7UsmQN8/s1600/CIMG0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQwuyo3eveY/TYwX0ZPbRLI/AAAAAAAAB8I/NUHn7UsmQN8/s400/CIMG0592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587867426556167346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Sister Alysa and her little family all ready for the wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfbawPx3uEo/TYwX0D6PRUI/AAAAAAAAB8A/knW179gNc3g/s1600/CIMG0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfbawPx3uEo/TYwX0D6PRUI/AAAAAAAAB8A/knW179gNc3g/s400/CIMG0598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587867420830156098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mckenzie, Mom, and Dan ready for the wedding to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I just realized I didn't get a photo of Aubrey's little family) :0(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Aubs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAiNNfJQKKY/TYwXz2Pj_JI/AAAAAAAAB74/DYU08cmRrWo/s1600/CIMG0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAiNNfJQKKY/TYwXz2Pj_JI/AAAAAAAAB74/DYU08cmRrWo/s400/CIMG0606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587867417161497746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stef and her daddy walking down the isle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-frWs0Xatk3Y/TYwXzSm_UdI/AAAAAAAAB7w/gTnCvNStjO8/s1600/CIMG0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-frWs0Xatk3Y/TYwXzSm_UdI/AAAAAAAAB7w/gTnCvNStjO8/s400/CIMG0609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587867407596081618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how beautiful the bride is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WY9R9iiw714/TYwXzPNakcI/AAAAAAAAB7o/A7PJrT6ehWY/s1600/CIMG0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WY9R9iiw714/TYwXzPNakcI/AAAAAAAAB7o/A7PJrT6ehWY/s400/CIMG0612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587867406683509186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beautiful Flowers! I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel bad that I didn't get any pictures of the wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reception. I was getting super sick with Braxton hicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contractions right when the wedding reception started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was glad that I was able to help some in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;before the reception started. I cut 4 pineapples and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's when it all started to go down hill. I was about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to pass out a few times on the chair. The pain was so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bad I had to run home. I ended up crying myself to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I slept for a good hour. Woke up and was still in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't stand for very long without it hurting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally made myself something to eat. Kenton tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to go back to the reception and record some. That way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could still enjoy some good memories. Yet, He didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make it on time. He got there when they were having&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;their first dance. Kenton came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home from the reception and then went to go play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basketball. I couldn't believe that he left his wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that was in pain. Oh well! I'm sure he had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus he got his exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March 24th 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am glad to announce that I'm feeling better today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got plenty of sleep and some. I felt like I waisted the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;day away getting rest. I didn't get up much due&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to pains still coming every so often. I hate that my hips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hurt as bad as they do. I'm now officially 36 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prego today. Crazy to think that we now have only 4 more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weeks to go. If the baby comes on time. If he comes early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we might have a little one here before we know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I better get started on finishing up his room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That would be a great idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations to Stef and Brenton on their beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wedding day. I wish you guys a life full of happiness and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7829169434650866966?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7829169434650866966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7829169434650866966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7829169434650866966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7829169434650866966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/03/stefaniess-wedding-dinner-and-wedding.html' title='Stefanies&apos;s Wedding dinner and Wedding 36 Weeks Prego!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2Nv3JZLro4/TYwYEHlcfxI/AAAAAAAAB8g/RTV-MkRjkqc/s72-c/CIMG0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-4504590835962649909</id><published>2011-03-19T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:48:25.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 Weeks and 2 Days Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XMpZWqoVAg/TYWM-TumPxI/AAAAAAAAB7g/eKvE_w06f-I/s1600/CIMG0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XMpZWqoVAg/TYWM-TumPxI/AAAAAAAAB7g/eKvE_w06f-I/s400/CIMG0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586025914898464530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday Dad and Ann came over and had dinner with us, after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they went and saw Aubrey talk at the stake center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was watching Aubrey's little girls and her baby girl wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to sit on grandpas lap. She wanted some olives. I thought it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so cute, because she placed all of the olives on her fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is super cute while wearing those cute Pink sunglasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her favorite color is pink. I love her! I'm so glad that she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;keeps us entertained. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0TMIEbiTyO0/TYWM-FUCb_I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/FZpvgiUC44M/s1600/CIMG0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0TMIEbiTyO0/TYWM-FUCb_I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/FZpvgiUC44M/s400/CIMG0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586025911028969458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;35 Weeks and 2 Days Pregnant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely little baby bump pictures taken on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March 19th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week I went and saw my cousin Joyce for her baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shower, she is just a five days behind me on my pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are about the same size. I loved seeing her and her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute little baby belly this week. I have a picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of us, but I didn't want to post it. Just because we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;showing our bare belly's. I feel like that is more of a private&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture is you ask me. :0) Ha Ha! You can't see the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Uyx0shoEu8/TYWM9zT-ZSI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/JopzlASpVkQ/s1600/CIMG0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Uyx0shoEu8/TYWM9zT-ZSI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/JopzlASpVkQ/s400/CIMG0523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586025906196866338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first Baby shower on March 19th 2011. Kenton's mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sisters tossed me a baby shower. It was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Diaper Cake my mother in law made me. It is super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xnkvQJSc8I/TYWM9f3x9iI/AAAAAAAAB7I/DTQtrMadSZk/s1600/CIMG0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xnkvQJSc8I/TYWM9f3x9iI/AAAAAAAAB7I/DTQtrMadSZk/s400/CIMG0525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586025900978337314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For one of the games my family decided to guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the measurements around my belly. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all took some sting and guessed to see how big it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Majority of them were way too long. hee hee hee! Only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one aunt had her string smaller then what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt happy that she thought I was so skinny. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so much fun. My aunt Julia won. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHmHtwet7ro/TYWMrvQ6aVI/AAAAAAAAB7A/ml9R6kV_g3A/s1600/CIMG0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHmHtwet7ro/TYWMrvQ6aVI/AAAAAAAAB7A/ml9R6kV_g3A/s400/CIMG0557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586025595872635218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mommy got our little sport this cute little suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it ADORABLE??? I LOVE it! I guess mom was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talking to Aubrey about how I was going to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making ties for my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was wondering why she was brought it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ended the conversation about it. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's because she bought our little one a suit and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she couldn't tell me. I love you mom! I LOVE this little suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqZ-fVVGwRc/TYWMrb_30wI/AAAAAAAAB64/lG8QMMw0cV8/s1600/CIMG0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqZ-fVVGwRc/TYWMrb_30wI/AAAAAAAAB64/lG8QMMw0cV8/s400/CIMG0560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586025590700888834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandma Buchanan made me this cute little baby blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She used the rest of the material from my wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blanket. It's Super CUTE! Grandma was a worried because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she said it probable wasn't good for a baby boy. She thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it looked a little girly. I think it will work well for all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my kids. This was a perfect gift. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqW7Lp5DtzU/TYWMrDBq85I/AAAAAAAAB6w/OLZ-f2TqDAw/s1600/CIMG0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqW7Lp5DtzU/TYWMrDBq85I/AAAAAAAAB6w/OLZ-f2TqDAw/s400/CIMG0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586025583997547410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this baby blessing blanket. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little boy was spoiled with clothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blankets, bottles and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAfXMYuhl6g/TYWMqo_sihI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jsegC2tbFcc/s1600/CIMG0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAfXMYuhl6g/TYWMqo_sihI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jsegC2tbFcc/s400/CIMG0573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586025577009941010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton came at the end of the baby shower. I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this man! He is so good to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mm10SZE1274/TYWMpJF0mZI/AAAAAAAAB6g/XDYkLXjzwIQ/s1600/CIMG0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mm10SZE1274/TYWMpJF0mZI/AAAAAAAAB6g/XDYkLXjzwIQ/s400/CIMG0574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586025551265831314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;Kenton wanted a silly picture. He had us look at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;telephone while this picture was taken. He is so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I had to post this pictures to have everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;enjoy the humor. :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;Thanks to everyone who came to my baby shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I had such a great time with all of you. I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;your sweet wishes for our little one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;There is nothing better then having family near by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;We are truly blessed to have so many people in our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;who care about our little boy. :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-4504590835962649909?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4504590835962649909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=4504590835962649909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4504590835962649909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4504590835962649909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/03/35-weeks-and-2-days-pregnant.html' title='35 Weeks and 2 Days Pregnant!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XMpZWqoVAg/TYWM-TumPxI/AAAAAAAAB7g/eKvE_w06f-I/s72-c/CIMG0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-4390054031084523120</id><published>2011-03-12T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T05:17:48.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy photo shoot at Union Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M08VcUbfz0Q/TYH6WH8z7EI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/K8aEdWuBw9E/s1600/kenton%2Band%2Bdaisia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M08VcUbfz0Q/TYH6WH8z7EI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/K8aEdWuBw9E/s400/kenton%2Band%2Bdaisia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585020270914300994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a good day. Kenton had his best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take some nice pictures of us. This way we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;able to get some fun pregnancy shots, before I blow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol! jk! It's so weird to think we will have a baby here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in probably a month!!! CRAZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ended up editing these photos, so hopefully they don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look to bad. I hope you enjoy them. Oh Kenton picked out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my shirt that I'm wearing. Only down fall... I didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have anything else to match it with except for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outfit... lol! I do apologize if I look a little out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot my allergy medication. oh well~ It's life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15mp7mms7tA/TYH5weY47kI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/kA_ibxfPQJk/s1600/IMG_9736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15mp7mms7tA/TYH5weY47kI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/kA_ibxfPQJk/s400/IMG_9736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585019624102620738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PvHptDEgIz8/TYH5wNufUbI/AAAAAAAAB6I/KqWTako4lyI/s1600/IMG_9739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PvHptDEgIz8/TYH5wNufUbI/AAAAAAAAB6I/KqWTako4lyI/s400/IMG_9739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585019619629814194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FzBm39cD2Y/TYH5CazAZRI/AAAAAAAAB6A/zNHFycMqZqk/s1600/IMG_9745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4I8yVk1YBE/TYHrZzq3JJI/AAAAAAAAB4o/VB-DIZHVg-Y/s400/My%2BBest%2BFriend%2B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585003841515365522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3158042337749755440-4390054031084523120?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4390054031084523120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=4390054031084523120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4390054031084523120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4390054031084523120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/03/pregnancy-photo-shoot-at-union-station.html' title='Pregnancy photo shoot at Union Station'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M08VcUbfz0Q/TYH6WH8z7EI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/K8aEdWuBw9E/s72-c/kenton%2Band%2Bdaisia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7318901990022319071</id><published>2011-03-11T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:50:15.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Weeks and 1 Day Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cozPx87qL2w/TX8db-9YqhI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0ZMafunWhcQ/s1600/34%2BWeeks%2BPregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cozPx87qL2w/TX8db-9YqhI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0ZMafunWhcQ/s400/34%2BWeeks%2BPregnant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584214429556845074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a busy week. I've been trying to get invitations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ready for the baby shower. I feel like it's getting somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished editing them with JJ. I must say they look pretty cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you get one I'm sure you'll love them just as much as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were definitely worth the time spent on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have noticed that "nesting" has totally been kicking in. I went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and deep cleaned all my carpets. I never thought that when they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;said you'd hit a nesting stage, that I would go to that extreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our carpets are only a 2 years old. You would think I wouldn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;care all that much about them. Also I have been deep cleaning my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;house in other areas. I even cleaned the dog cage as well as the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've noticed that feeling "Prepared" is of importance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton has been helping me in that area. I think I might pick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up a changing table soon. I'm sure that might help some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been working on my crib bedding for the baby. I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally finished the bed sheets. It took me a lot longer to finish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just because I miss placed the instructions. I had no idea where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put them. All I knew was they were somewhere in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk about a pregnant women's mind. I'm loosing my marbles. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must say the bed sheets do look pretty amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost want to make one more for a backup, just in case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one becomes very messy and it needs cleaned. I have loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sewing for this little one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daxREvK1qQA/TXxTf18v-wI/AAAAAAAAB4I/efDnJUFTQ7I/s1600/SCAN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daxREvK1qQA/TXxTf18v-wI/AAAAAAAAB4I/efDnJUFTQ7I/s400/SCAN0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583429444555504386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at our sweet little one. Isn't he a stud? I'm so excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that we have such a great OB again. Since our other doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Retired. We were seeing his replacement. I couldn't stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;him as much as I mentioned before. I had one huge anxiety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;attack and Kenton and I agreed that we should change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doctors and I'm SO GLAD we did it! Not to mention this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new doctor is super nice and super friendly. It's always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good to have a knowledgeable doctor that takes the fear out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of labor and delivery off your shoulders. Knowing that my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life is in a good doctors hands. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRYn1eBXJLE/TXxTLlhnq5I/AAAAAAAAB4A/GGT8V_ngMmE/s1600/SCAN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRYn1eBXJLE/TXxTLlhnq5I/AAAAAAAAB4A/GGT8V_ngMmE/s400/SCAN0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583429096549362578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During our OB appointment. Our doctor looked at the monitor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then looked at Kenton, looked at the monitor again and looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at Kenton and said "He looks like his daddy!". I was like really? You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can tell by looking at the baby already? I was just excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to see his face. I know that put a huge smile on Kenton's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have also been excited because we finally picked out a middle name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for our little guy, but I'm not going to disclose it until he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;born. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Makes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel all happy inside, whenever I say the name all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll like it, just wait and see. :0) Love you all! Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7318901990022319071?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7318901990022319071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7318901990022319071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7318901990022319071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7318901990022319071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/03/34-weeks-and-1-day-pregnancy.html' title='34 Weeks and 1 Day Pregnant'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cozPx87qL2w/TX8db-9YqhI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0ZMafunWhcQ/s72-c/34%2BWeeks%2BPregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-787618114044683924</id><published>2011-03-06T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:35:14.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Weeks and 3 Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qb15Izl7u8I/TXUnwumTUKI/AAAAAAAAB34/IJ_3wpWtoz8/s1600/33%2BWeeks%2Band%2B3%2Bdays2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qb15Izl7u8I/TXUnwumTUKI/AAAAAAAAB34/IJ_3wpWtoz8/s400/33%2BWeeks%2Band%2B3%2Bdays2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581411031291482274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow does time fly by when you're having fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to update all of you what's been going on this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have made a decision to change OBs this week. Call me crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up on Saturday 26th of Feb. with a big Anxiety attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't felt very comfortable with this doctor since day one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like the second time would be better. It wasn't. I cried and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cried. He was very friendly and super smart. Just not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why but he reminded me of Robin Williams when he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;played an OB on that movie Nine Months. Not saying he was that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bad, but for some reason when him acting a little jittery around the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new equipment, made me miss our first OB very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish he didn't retire. I was happy to have changed our OB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; on the 28th of Feb. to Dr. Beier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xWefrhbrKU/TXUnwVmd12I/AAAAAAAAB3w/g0U0S2Oy8YI/s1600/love%2Bjoy%2Band%2Bwonderful%2Bdreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xWefrhbrKU/TXUnwVmd12I/AAAAAAAAB3w/g0U0S2Oy8YI/s400/love%2Bjoy%2Band%2Bwonderful%2Bdreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581411024581285730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you can tell in these pictures I have my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;done. Kenton let me go get it cut and highlighted on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd of March. My color was dead and my ends were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VERY dead! It was getting so bad that once I went to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see the hair stylist she mentioned that we would have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take an inch in a half. OY! I didn't want to hear that. I LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my length of my hair before, but to get it at a health state, we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stuck with cutting it off. The lady I went to is the same hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stylist that my mom uses. She is super nice. I loved getting to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her. Plus her mom was over getting her hair done and her mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was just as nice. I will for sure use her again. She was cheep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;considering what I usually would spend on my hair when and if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ever had it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things in my 33 Week of pregnancy. You gotta love the bloating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gas, fatigue, emotions, tiredness, insomnia. I haven't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been able to work on my sewing because of feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uncomfortable or those crazy Braxton hicks. Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;should make a pill to help those. lol! Our little sport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has been getting some chunky thighs. I know that for a fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so fun to watch him move. I'm glad most of his movements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moved to 9pm instead of his late midnight karate nights. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad that I have an amazing Hubby that supports my crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apatite. BBQ chicken, deviled eggs, potato boats, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;corn on the cob (with basel butter), peanut butter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bagels with strawberry cream cheese, fruity pebbles cereal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberries and raspberries. Just to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy do have a appatite and it never wants to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can someone please pass the movie theater popcorn. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talking about Movie theater popcorn. My hubby finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talked me into going to see Tron Legacy. Ok! I had a hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time trying to figure out what everything was. When I finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;started to understand the movie. It had one stupid ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you've seen it... Why in the world does the father die???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so dramatic. I think in guy movies the best thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is HOT girls and something to blow up. So dramatic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't help when the girls look so stinking skinny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I have to keep telling myself "I'm pregnant".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So weird to be in this position. Weird when your normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyday clothing doesn't fit you anymore. Very weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when your belly moves when your so caught up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something you forget your pregnant till the baby moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a neat experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3158042337749755440-787618114044683924?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/787618114044683924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=787618114044683924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/787618114044683924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/787618114044683924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/03/33-weeks-and-3-days.html' title='33 Weeks and 3 Days!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qb15Izl7u8I/TXUnwumTUKI/AAAAAAAAB34/IJ_3wpWtoz8/s72-c/33%2BWeeks%2Band%2B3%2Bdays2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-4975804438854937603</id><published>2011-02-25T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:04:52.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Weeks and 1 Day Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tr_HOxIj_go/TWnmIa6rk5I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9IvwgxQ_jlU/s1600/CIMG0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tr_HOxIj_go/TWnmIa6rk5I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9IvwgxQ_jlU/s400/CIMG0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578242645813859218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OY! What a week it has been. I have been nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but sick sick and SICK! "If it isn't one thing, It's another"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as my dad used to always say. I'm now going to be saying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because it's SO true. This child has finally reached my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diaphragm and is making it harder for me to breath and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get so hungry in the morning, I eat. Then I'm super sick, dizzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and can't bear to stay awake anymore. Then I wake up four hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;later and this child is hungry again. So what do I do? Feed it of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;course. Then I'm sick again feeling dizzy and nauseous and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't stay awake, then I'm down for the count... 3 to 4 hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NAP! Waking up from that really doesn't make you feel any better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I believe this is what they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;call a high acid issue. lol! I just wish that I could eat and not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get to sick and be out for hours on end. I don't think I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotten much done this week. Besides Cleaning my house on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides that... Nothing much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad I've kind of gotten over feeling bloated. My birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasn't the best feeling... I was not getting rid of being a "big balloon".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are slowly getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I'm also dealing with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acne problem all over again. I thought I was out of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"teen stage" lol! It brings me back to the days when I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would have a major break out and feel embarrassed and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;behind my make up. lol! I'm sure all these hormones are just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not helping one little bit. Silly pregnancy Daisia needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to look pretty. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ51RH5gjtA/TWnmIArHaUI/AAAAAAAAB3I/TwK4OZ5dAkM/s1600/CIMG0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ51RH5gjtA/TWnmIArHaUI/AAAAAAAAB3I/TwK4OZ5dAkM/s400/CIMG0359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578242638769252674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the bright side of things, our little man has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been getting bigger and bigger. To the point where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he shows us whose the boss. I thought this was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton was listening to my belly and he was making a comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that he couldn't hear our little boy's heartbeat and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; all he could hear was a bunch of water in my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; All of a sudden our boy kicked Kenton in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;face. It was pretty funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbXq6aaq0kA/TWnvLHpWPbI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/jOkMoG3aDEs/s1600/cartoon20.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbXq6aaq0kA/TWnvLHpWPbI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/jOkMoG3aDEs/s400/cartoon20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578252587785141682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont' worry, It wasn't This dramatic. Our little guy doesn't&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tr_HOxIj_go/TWnmIa6rk5I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9IvwgxQ_jlU/s1600/CIMG0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kick that hard. lol! This was a funny comic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continuing good news our baby is now as heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as a big Jicama (Which makes me kind of crave one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now that I'm talking about it). Our baby is about 3.75 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now. Which I totally believe. I've read he is probably roughly 16.7 inch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;long about now. For the next 7 Weeks he will be packing on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby fat. I was shocked to hear that I could be gaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a pound a week. HOLY COW! Is this where the stretch marks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;come into play??? lol! Our little man now has fingernail, toenails,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and even real hair now. The digestive system has finally finished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;developing. So much has happened in such a short amount of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These past few weeks have been an adventure for Kenton and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the Dollar Theater. I think we have been trying to help them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out financially by giving them a lot of our money. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These past few weeks we've seen "Harry Potter and the Deathly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hallows", "How do you know", "Mega Mind", "Morning Glory".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other ones we've seen the weeks before that was "Life as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we know it", and "You again". Kenton has been trying to talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me into going to see "TRON Legacy" these past 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I'm movie buffed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out for a long while. lol! At least it's just a dollar and we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aren't spending an arm and a leg to go to all these movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH talking about TV. Kenton and I have made a smart decision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to switch from DISH to Direct TV. We already cut our bill in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;half with Dish, but it is time to say good bye DISH. NO more interfering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dish Network. I was getting so tired of our channels changing, weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recordings, people buying movies off of our dish (which we never saw). So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why should we be left with the bill? We Kept them for 6 months longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then what we were going to do. Oh well! At least we got some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;free stations like STARS and HBO for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has come that time to move on to better TV. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I talk way to much tonight. I should say good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I will find something else to talk about soon. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOvE you all! Have a GREAT night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3158042337749755440-4975804438854937603?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4975804438854937603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=4975804438854937603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4975804438854937603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4975804438854937603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/02/32-weeks-and-1-day-pregnant.html' title='32 Weeks and 1 Day Pregnant'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tr_HOxIj_go/TWnmIa6rk5I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/9IvwgxQ_jlU/s72-c/CIMG0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-2283668710384876679</id><published>2011-02-22T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:07:45.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Dinner + Tuesday Bliss!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YIomRi9ehs/TWS5tqPR4II/AAAAAAAAB28/ihQHWFztkH4/s1600/CIMG0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YIomRi9ehs/TWS5tqPR4II/AAAAAAAAB28/ihQHWFztkH4/s400/CIMG0342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576786432675143810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk about a great way to ending a birthday. Alysa came up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a great idea for making me dinner for my birthday. Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Alysa decided to make it a family thing. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aubrey and her family came. Alysa and her lovely family was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there, so was Kenzie and my step sister Becky and her two boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;came. It was so fun to be at moms with so many others there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becky felt bad that she didn't get my Birthday card out in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I didn't even know that her birthday was coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really need to write all the family's birthday's down. I feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I start to catch up and then I get left behind. Oh well!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a yummy dinner that mom made. She had me pick out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I wanted to eat. which of course Pork Chops, Mashed Potatoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gravy, Hot rolls,  Corn, and Jello. :0) Yummy!!! My FAVORITE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96K4mqyhuNM/TWS5W3DZvrI/AAAAAAAAB20/iboB6JcYs58/s1600/CIMG0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96K4mqyhuNM/TWS5W3DZvrI/AAAAAAAAB20/iboB6JcYs58/s400/CIMG0333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576786040977997490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom had bought a Ice Cream Cake. Because she wanted to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrate Aubrey, Becky, and My Birthday. Mom started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the candles and had all of us birthday kids blow out the candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;together. Becky had her youngest step in for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipMCvYW8IGc/TWS5Ws2nnBI/AAAAAAAAB2s/MUHcCbJ47kk/s1600/CIMG0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipMCvYW8IGc/TWS5Ws2nnBI/AAAAAAAAB2s/MUHcCbJ47kk/s400/CIMG0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576786038240025618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here We are blowing out the candles. lol! what a site to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had such a fun time with Family. Love you all. Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the great birthday dinner. LOVED it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Kenton and I went up to see his parents and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was getting so tired. Plus I was SUPER full from dinner at moms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really couldn't eat anymore. It was so fun just hanging out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with family. I was really really tired by the end. I was just happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to crash out at home. Silly baby! He always wears me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnFT-OvFfGY/TWS5WeujqRI/AAAAAAAAB2k/b8M2-Gt2MBo/s1600/CIMG0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnFT-OvFfGY/TWS5WeujqRI/AAAAAAAAB2k/b8M2-Gt2MBo/s400/CIMG0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576786034448115986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK so I went to KID to Kid today and I found this amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bouncer, I just COULDN'T RESIST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was on our baby registry and I wanted it badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found out that it still worked and was in great condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All it needed was a good wash and WA LA! Look it's so pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was originally $60 at Babies R US,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and I got it for $23 at KID to Kid. Talk about a GREAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buy! I was so tickled to death over all of it. I called Kenton and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asked if I could get it. Of course he said yes after I told him I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would us my birthday money on it. lol! Our little guy is going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxdPXDWlElU/TWS5WLx1PAI/AAAAAAAAB2c/BzYq8QFnLZg/s1600/CIMG0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxdPXDWlElU/TWS5WLx1PAI/AAAAAAAAB2c/BzYq8QFnLZg/s400/CIMG0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576786029361576962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really have to say I LOVE KID to Kid. It has great deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on baby clothing. Look this outfit was only $2.99 That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also got an outfit for $1 and a pair of tan shorts for $1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you get any better then that? Unless it's free... of course LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzoUwv-xbUU/TWS5Vl-3ZwI/AAAAAAAAB2U/blV4n4k0LnI/s1600/CIMG0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzoUwv-xbUU/TWS5Vl-3ZwI/AAAAAAAAB2U/blV4n4k0LnI/s400/CIMG0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576786019215697666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been working on my baby crib bed set. I know it isn't done yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried the bed skirt to see if I was sewing everything correctly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and look I was. YAY! It's going to look amazing once it's completely finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all those who didn't know, I did change the Fabric on my bed set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did post awhile ago on what my baby bedding was going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to look like with the other material. but trust me. These colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just shout out FUN!!! Our Little guys room is going to be Lime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;green, baby blue, brown, and white. I'm going to LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I completely finish it. I will post better pictures of the bedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this is a side angle  shot. We really need to get the guest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bed into the other bed room. Then I will have more room to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decorate. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Mommy is very happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-2283668710384876679?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2283668710384876679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=2283668710384876679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2283668710384876679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2283668710384876679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-dinner-tuesday-bliss.html' title='Birthday Dinner + Tuesday Bliss!!!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YIomRi9ehs/TWS5tqPR4II/AAAAAAAAB28/ihQHWFztkH4/s72-c/CIMG0342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-4826703755545124644</id><published>2011-02-18T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:05:09.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday and 31 Weeks and 1 Day Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24xw7ZIsk0g/TWFHeNLZZNI/AAAAAAAAB2M/iXHuYJniEwo/s1600/CIMG0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24xw7ZIsk0g/TWFHeNLZZNI/AAAAAAAAB2M/iXHuYJniEwo/s400/CIMG0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575816397920494802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a boring Morning that lead to a wonderful Evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was sad because my hubby had to go to work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was worth the wait. I was able to clean the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and also go to the store and pick up Aubrey's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gift as well as my birthday outfit from Rue 21. Love that Place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was on my way home my sister Aubrey called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and asked if I was home. I told her I was on my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She told me that she was coming over to wish me a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday and that she would be over shortly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was sad because I hit every red light there was. Super&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;annoying! Aubrey got to the house and called Kenton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was home and they went inside. Good thing because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her little girl didn't want to wait in the car. She wanted to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go hide before I got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pulled up and saw that Aubrey was already there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked inside and was wondering if all the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went upstairs to see the babies room. As I was looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up the stairs I hear "SURPRISE!" The girls, Aubrey, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton jumped out from behind the couch. It was so CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They came up and gave me a big hug and wished me a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday. My cute little niece pick me out a Gluten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Free cake from the Gluten free store. It was SUPER cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was actually one of my favorite cakes there. Great choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cutie. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave Aubrey a Calla lilly. I'm so happy she loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave my little nieces each a ring pop. lol! I loved them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as a child. I'm so happy they like them as well. I felt like it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the perfect little Valentines gift. I was just really sad that I didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;give it to them until now. I am 4 days late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for their valentines gift and 12 days late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on Aubs birthday gift. I need to get on top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of my game. Sorry I didn't take any pictures of the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were super cute today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U3n98R1cuPk/TV99T_5cEjI/AAAAAAAAB2E/UAceDamIOq0/s1600/CIMG0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U3n98R1cuPk/TV99T_5cEjI/AAAAAAAAB2E/UAceDamIOq0/s400/CIMG0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575312646231298610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awe my sweet hubby took me to Red Lobster today for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my birthday. He mentioned that we could come here only once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every year. Which is my birthday! My hubby doesn't like sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;food and doesn't like the smell at all. Yet He can put up with it for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me on my very special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EBZ3wLpujw/TV99Tn1aaEI/AAAAAAAAB18/u9j_AoZec2o/s1600/CIMG0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EBZ3wLpujw/TV99Tn1aaEI/AAAAAAAAB18/u9j_AoZec2o/s400/CIMG0301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575312639771961410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton got steak and I got a 1 pound Snow Crab. YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't all one pound. Because the crab has a shell on it. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very sad to see that the ultimate feast is mainly Gluten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh! I miss the creamy mashed potatoes, buttered shrimp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;battered shrimp, and those yummy rolls they bring you all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton had the yummy rolls. I so want to learn how to make them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gluten free. It looks like the roll is based off of bisquick. I will have to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with some recipes. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our food was so yummy! I couldn't get enough of it. I'm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;glad that we don't come here a lot. There is a lot of fat with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all that butter. lol! Splurge! ha ha ha ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHdxd4RtmTk/TV99Tb2HeUI/AAAAAAAAB10/ClV0r3wH4B8/s1600/CIMG0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHdxd4RtmTk/TV99Tb2HeUI/AAAAAAAAB10/ClV0r3wH4B8/s400/CIMG0316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575312636553689410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry I look so bloated in all these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It comes with the territory with being pregnant. It's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all for a good cause. I keep telling myself that. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got some birthday money from my dad and Ann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to get myself a birthday outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The two shirts and my lovely Jewelry. Thanks Dad and Ann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so happy that you were able to spend time with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us before you went out of town. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nTuy7R505UE/TV99TG1hpzI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ksstyG40Mwo/s1600/CIMG0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nTuy7R505UE/TV99TG1hpzI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ksstyG40Mwo/s400/CIMG0318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575312630914066226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side View. Sorry My shirt isn't really form fitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you can't really see my belly. I Love this Little guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I say that every time. I do feel like he got a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bigger since Valentines day. HOLY COW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAEBmG_hQi4/TV99S9vYkSI/AAAAAAAAB1k/3qpTJCwVQ8M/s1600/CIMG0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAEBmG_hQi4/TV99S9vYkSI/AAAAAAAAB1k/3qpTJCwVQ8M/s400/CIMG0325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575312628472385826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My birthday gift from Kenton...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knew I really wanted to get a new purse, because I've had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mine since 2008 and it was falling apart. He had me close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he drove us to a place. I was really confused where we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were. I can usually tell where we are, yet he drove round in circles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a parking lot to throw me off the path. He had me open them and I realized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were at the Ross Store. I was really confused and then he explained that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he wanted me to pick out which purse I wanted. I was so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't see one at Ross's that I really liked. We ended up going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Mall. We walked around and after going to three other stores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we found this one. I was in LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have smaller shoulders, so not every purse works for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The straps would always just fall off of my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;small shoulders. This purse didn't do that. It actually worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The purse wasn't that cheap, but it will last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a long long time and will be used everyday. Now that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I call putting your money into something that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;useful. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you honey! You are the best. I was so surprised to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see all the Facebook Greetings and all the wonderful text&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;messages I got from family and friends. I feel truly loved today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you all and thank you for all the love and support you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;give. I will never forget this wonderful Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-4826703755545124644?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4826703755545124644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=4826703755545124644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4826703755545124644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4826703755545124644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-birthday-and-31-weeks-and-1-day.html' title='My Birthday and 31 Weeks and 1 Day Pregnant'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24xw7ZIsk0g/TWFHeNLZZNI/AAAAAAAAB2M/iXHuYJniEwo/s72-c/CIMG0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-4359446257584558294</id><published>2011-02-14T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:49:41.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day! 30 Weeks and 4 Days Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhSgH5SIkhw/TVoXjL_8F9I/AAAAAAAAB08/bQrE1iJ_YaY/s1600/CIMG0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhSgH5SIkhw/TVoXjL_8F9I/AAAAAAAAB08/bQrE1iJ_YaY/s400/CIMG0270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573793382108239826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I woke up from a very bad dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never thought I would have a dream when I went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into labor and my baby was dead on site. I found Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the kitchen at 6AM and gave him a huge hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He comforted me, let me know that everything was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I calmed down... Before he went to work I was so excited I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;him open up his Valentines gift. He found some Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;colon (He mentioned that he liked the smell). Picked that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up at Rue 21. Along with his two shirts that I got on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was wanting more casual shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZl7k6pioyg/TVoXiMVTExI/AAAAAAAAB0s/FGFGJPdljx4/s1600/CIMG0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZl7k6pioyg/TVoXiMVTExI/AAAAAAAAB0s/FGFGJPdljx4/s400/CIMG0272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573793365017957138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is his first shirt and some yummy Heart Suckers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton's other shirt he was wearing. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad Kenzie came with me. Just because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know which shirts out of the three to get him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I didn't have her with me. I would have gotten all three. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEZoVcyqYFs/TVofqZn0tpI/AAAAAAAAB1E/L5rV5pon7TA/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573802302117295762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30 Weeks Pregnant! I can not believe only 10 more weeks&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLRWxxBbhEU/TVof2n5LUBI/AAAAAAAAB1M/2WdPsLXJnkI/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;to go. There has been so much going on this week. First off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Kenton was REALLY sick for 4 days. Missed majority of work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;that week. It made me really sad to see him so out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Once he got feeling better (with me playing nurse). He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;was helping so much around the house. It was so nice to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;him active and help me clean some. He's amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm just happy he isn't sick anymore. I hate it when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;he is sick. I miss him too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLRWxxBbhEU/TVof2n5LUBI/AAAAAAAAB1M/2WdPsLXJnkI/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLRWxxBbhEU/TVof2n5LUBI/AAAAAAAAB1M/2WdPsLXJnkI/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573802512106606610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;On Valentines day I really wanted to see our little baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I know very cheesy that I had Kenton scheduled it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;on Valentines Day. I was excited that there wasn't a huge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;wait. Instead of waiting 1 hour or more, we waited 15 min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Our doctor came in. He still didn't take any pictures also he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;didn't do any 4D ultrasound. So upsetting! I was happy to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;hear our little man's heart beat. Also he is 3 pounds 6 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was surprised that I gained 5 pounds in a month. I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;that it had something to do with my appetite finally picking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm debating if I want to change doctors or not... Maybe I should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;pray about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-putvQDYyL_U/TVoXh_H2lrI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Z4MyIGe44Lk/s1600/CIMG0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-putvQDYyL_U/TVoXh_H2lrI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Z4MyIGe44Lk/s400/CIMG0273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573793361471903410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton got me flowers. Funny story about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hubby came home from work and was taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;care of our dog, then turned on the tv down stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while I was getting ready. I went down stairs and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;noticed that he didn't get me flowers. I mentioned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You didn't get me flowers?" With a frownie face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was like "I didn't forget" and rushed out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His excuse was... he was wanting to come home to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he totally forgot to pick them up on the way home from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He came back home and had these 6 roses sitting on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is such a nut. After we rushed straight to the OB to see little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the OB we went straight to Off Broadway Theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know on mondays you get in for half the price per&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ticket. I didn't complain. We saw "Phantom of the OBT" which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was spoff off of Phantom of the Opera. I thought it was really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funny. I did realized that I shouldn't have gone without eating dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was getting a really bad migraine. I took something and was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling much better by intermission. That show was so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved the Bum Hobo guy that played in the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the show one of the cast came up to me and say "Look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we match" and was pointing at our belly's. He had a bear gut and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was pregnant. I said right after "we sure do!" lol! I felt bad after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and was thinking I shouldn't have said that, it was a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rude. But he did start it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxEl8_1aOyA/TVoXH5TGvJI/AAAAAAAAB0c/gth8oSwjbPk/s1600/CIMG0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxEl8_1aOyA/TVoXH5TGvJI/AAAAAAAAB0c/gth8oSwjbPk/s400/CIMG0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573792913231887506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look a little tired and my allergies were kicking my butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you can't see it in the pictures. Here is me after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a long valentines day. Sorry I didn't have pictures with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I at the theater like I wanted. Oh Well... We &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVgrf_iSwec/TVoXHkhF_tI/AAAAAAAAB0U/rfaqH0q7ZRo/s1600/CIMG0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVgrf_iSwec/TVoXHkhF_tI/AAAAAAAAB0U/rfaqH0q7ZRo/s400/CIMG0267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573792907653414610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My front shot. Our little man has learned to Wake me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up with hard kicks when he wants me to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgXkS4I4pQ/TVoW-jEsU-I/AAAAAAAAB0M/haYhGDKVEDA/s1600/CIMG0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJWsr_XXKCc/TVoXinG-LFI/AAAAAAAAB00/3FRogVJbpo8/s400/CIMG0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573793372205624402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton making Spaghetti at 10:30PM. We were having&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a very late dinner if you couldn't tell. Kenton cleaned up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the rest of the dishes from the night before When Dad and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann came over. It was very nice to have them stop by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did all the dishes that night and couldn't fit the rest in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dish washer. Kenton knew how out of it I was and took over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUPER sweet hubby. The shirt he is wearing is on of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shirts I got him. He looks like a stud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner was great! But made me very sick, from not eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I was hungry at 630PM. Oh Well! Live and Learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm truly blessed to be married to such a great man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm also truly blessed to be married to my best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friend. He has inspired me to be better everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you honey and I am so happy we had a good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-4359446257584558294?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4359446257584558294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=4359446257584558294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4359446257584558294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4359446257584558294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-30-weeks-and-4-days.html' title='Valentines Day! 30 Weeks and 4 Days Pregnant'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhSgH5SIkhw/TVoXjL_8F9I/AAAAAAAAB08/bQrE1iJ_YaY/s72-c/CIMG0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-5665325328340391449</id><published>2011-02-13T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:07:39.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Returns and birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2XKRGQLKIg/TV1EjsaFleI/AAAAAAAAB1c/97z3RsOq0Uc/s1600/fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2XKRGQLKIg/TV1EjsaFleI/AAAAAAAAB1c/97z3RsOq0Uc/s400/fullsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574687293761230306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For my birthday Kenton got me a sewing machine. I was so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy, because now I get to work on projects for the babies room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This machine is WONDERFUL! We got $100.00 off! Can you believe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sure couldn't. It's a digital. I don't think I could be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFfFGBMihw4/TV1EHadSBGI/AAAAAAAAB1U/WPmzk2Mj4IU/s1600/CIMG0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFfFGBMihw4/TV1EHadSBGI/AAAAAAAAB1U/WPmzk2Mj4IU/s1600/CIMG0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFfFGBMihw4/TV1EHadSBGI/AAAAAAAAB1U/WPmzk2Mj4IU/s400/CIMG0283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574686807906452578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I got this amazing Kitchen table that I found on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KSL.com This guy bought this table and still have the plastic on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the chair. He said that he bought them and barely used them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he had to move. I assume somewhere out of the state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had this in a storage shed. We got it for super cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love KSL deals. If anyone doesn't want their new stuff. I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mind buying it from them for a super GREAT deal. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was Nice because we used it for the first time for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Dad and Ann. It was so nice of Dad to pick it up from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;South Jordan and bring it by to our house. It is Ann and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my birthday. We decided to have a birthday dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made potato boats, deviled eggs, Homemade gluten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;free roles (I made by scratch), orange Jello with Mandarin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oranges. Dad and Ann brought Steaks that Kenton grilled up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course he made them medium steaks and not medium rare. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly boy!!! I'm not a big person on steaks. So I made myself Tilapia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tacos. :0) They were very yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we watched Prince of Persia a disney movie. I made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone their own personal gluten free upside down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pineapple cake. It was super yummy!!! It was a great night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-5665325328340391449?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5665325328340391449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=5665325328340391449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5665325328340391449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5665325328340391449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/02/tax-returns-and-birthday-dinner.html' title='Tax Returns and birthday dinner'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2XKRGQLKIg/TV1EjsaFleI/AAAAAAAAB1c/97z3RsOq0Uc/s72-c/fullsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7510377211532041883</id><published>2011-02-06T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T02:05:37.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Weeks and 3 Days!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TU-UQ_SIraI/AAAAAAAABz8/dAvImaCka_c/s1600/CIMG0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TU-UQ_SIraI/AAAAAAAABz8/dAvImaCka_c/s400/CIMG0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570834283666910626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can not Believe how time has just flown by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There has been so much that has gone on this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 2nd of Feb. We caught up with April my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after 6 Years. I met her little ones. They are super&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute. I loved catching up with her and how she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has been doing with work and all. I love her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was good to have a sister date. I hope we get to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do it again sometime soon. :0) That would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aubrey's two kids and Aprils kids were getting along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun to watch them interact with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TVEVHBa-VzI/AAAAAAAAB0E/xyTmOSr3EPA/s400/I%2Blove%2Bmy%2Bbaby%2Bbump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571257424418854706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have 10 More weeks and 4 days to go... HOLY COW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was that a baby kick??? lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little man has been kicking, Stretching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punching, pulling the umbilical cord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting under my ribs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little guy is every where these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time I have experienced loss of breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This child has been getting on my diaphragm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They tell you to crunch and breath deep. HA HA HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is that supposed to help. I tried it and I tried sitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;straight up. I've also tried pushing my belly. Hum... I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know how that was supposed to help? Gasping for air is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;odd... Especially when you've never experienced it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TU-UPkbNvzI/AAAAAAAABzs/88mFA_wjNzg/s1600/CIMG0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TU-UPkbNvzI/AAAAAAAABzs/88mFA_wjNzg/s400/CIMG0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570834259277365042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hubby took me to the movies to see "morning glory".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the Kaysville Theater. That was a funny movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so nice to get out. I have been CRAVING Movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theater popcorn. SOOOO good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've also been craving English Chips. If you don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know what they are. It's like a Potato fry, but it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a square and has a coat of sugar base on it. It's super good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had to have Diet cherry Limeade with it. Don't ask...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's super good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to stop Craving SUGAR... How do you get off sugar when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're pregnant. I need to start eating healthier. It's doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing but making my hips get bigger. I believe that is normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just different, my body is Changing. AHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TU-UPeLwjfI/AAAAAAAABzk/pRHj0d-3asc/s1600/CIMG0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TU-UPeLwjfI/AAAAAAAABzk/pRHj0d-3asc/s400/CIMG0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570834257601924594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had so much fun finishing the front part of my blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this week. AWE it's super cute! I've had so much fun making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this. :0) Just need the back fabric and some cotton to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the inside and then I can finally finish it up. I'm so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it cute??? Thanks Chelsea for letting me use your sewing machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get this going. I'm so happy I have a surger. Thanks mom for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;letting me know what I was doing wrong with threading the surger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The thread kept breaking. So glad I figured out what I was doing wrong).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TU-UO8QUY5I/AAAAAAAABzc/o7Qd2lV4yP0/s1600/CIMG0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TU-UO8QUY5I/AAAAAAAABzc/o7Qd2lV4yP0/s400/CIMG0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570834248494244754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I LOVE our little boy already. We both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talk to him when he is moving, right before we go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's such a blessing and a fun experience to have the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chance to be pregnant. Kenton and I are both looking forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to Valentines Day. We are going to the OB to see how our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little man is doing. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We still don't have a middle name. If you have any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good middle names that you want to lend our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way, we would be so grateful if you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought that picking out a middle name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would be so hard to do. OY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure it will come with time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7510377211532041883?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7510377211532041883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7510377211532041883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7510377211532041883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7510377211532041883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/02/29-weeks-and-3-days.html' title='29 Weeks and 3 Days!!!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TU-UQ_SIraI/AAAAAAAABz8/dAvImaCka_c/s72-c/CIMG0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-9117846437627359557</id><published>2011-01-30T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:23:02.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Weeks 3 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUZaQe9ZhYI/AAAAAAAABzQ/1Oc7X2GoSlY/s1600/CIMG0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUZaQe9ZhYI/AAAAAAAABzQ/1Oc7X2GoSlY/s400/CIMG0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568237228525192578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week sure flew by really fast. It's so fun to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see that people have been noticing my baby bump lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I normally don't have people notice, I usually tell them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I'm pregnant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they don't believe me when I tell them how far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;along I am lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUZaP5mvRpI/AAAAAAAABzI/gKK71gnzGRE/s1600/CIMG0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUZaP5mvRpI/AAAAAAAABzI/gKK71gnzGRE/s400/CIMG0194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568237218498037394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to document a few things I have noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little one kicks more when I first wake up in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the morning. He kicks when I want to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have also noticed that he kicks when I am cooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;near the stove, When I'm soaking in the tub. He loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to kick after I have eaten. He kicks more when I eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spicy food or when Kenton is home and just made me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little one responds to me poking my belly. lol! It's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more like a slight movement and then he's back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cravings: Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches or just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;peanut butter. I have been craving more sweets. Which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to not have a lot of... Hmm... I have been wanting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more diet coke. Which is also odd, because I haven't had a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of caffeine till I walked into my third trimester. Hence this week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and last week. Ugh! I have wanted more chicken. I have noticed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've wanted waffles morning, day or night. lol! I've been in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my Ensures in the morning with my breakfast. Such a friendly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boost PLUS vitamins. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUZaPXJlQeI/AAAAAAAABzA/fdH7mv8scC0/s1600/CIMG0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUZaPXJlQeI/AAAAAAAABzA/fdH7mv8scC0/s400/CIMG0198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568237209248940514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton went a little camera happy. We are in the middle of transitioning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the guest room to the babies room. So I'm sorry about the sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theme and floral theme in the room. lol! It's so random! These next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two months were going to playing a lot in the nursery and getting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it more ready. :0) So exciting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUZaPNPI8DI/AAAAAAAABy4/94RB4MUO_HI/s1600/CIMG0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUZaPNPI8DI/AAAAAAAABy4/94RB4MUO_HI/s400/CIMG0202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568237206587895858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized that when I look down I can't see my feet any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so weird to not being able to see my feet anymore. It is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a good thing I just read on "What to Expect when you're expecting".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was also reading about babies kicks and how big the baby is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe that my baby that is about 16 inches right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is also the size of a Chinese Cabbage and weighs 2 1/4 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe that my LONG baby actually fits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's now time for baby to start packing on the weight before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he comes out. I just hope our OB knows how to work the 4D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ultrasound by the time we have our next appointment, which is on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines day! Awe... Such a wonderful treat to ourselves. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-9117846437627359557?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9117846437627359557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=9117846437627359557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/9117846437627359557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/9117846437627359557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/01/28-weeks-3-days.html' title='28 Weeks 3 Days'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUZaQe9ZhYI/AAAAAAAABzQ/1Oc7X2GoSlY/s72-c/CIMG0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-8337059237196292889</id><published>2011-01-29T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:45:55.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye Tiburon hello MAZDA3 i Touring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY9hYWAP8I/AAAAAAAAByo/OHyzeEXcaic/s1600/CIMG0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY9hYWAP8I/AAAAAAAAByo/OHyzeEXcaic/s400/CIMG0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568205632969916354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went and sold our car... The last look of our sweet sports car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our 2005 Tiburon GT limited sports Car. With Power locks/windows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;keyless entry, sunroof, auto climate control, infinity sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;system including a 10" subwoofer in the hatch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saying good bye... Trade in for our Family car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY9gyNwXVI/AAAAAAAAByg/mvDHfnHWlTg/s1600/CIMG0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY9gyNwXVI/AAAAAAAAByg/mvDHfnHWlTg/s400/CIMG0181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568205622734773586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY9gowgGSI/AAAAAAAAByY/70v3Ur5fls4/s1600/CIMG0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY9gowgGSI/AAAAAAAAByY/70v3Ur5fls4/s400/CIMG0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568205620196153634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton loved the Leather/Material on this... But sacrifices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;must be made. :0) We sure LOVED ya car. It was such a fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;car to take on dates and outings. Good Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUPLzAumktI/AAAAAAAABx4/1Vf6wpPVEvk/s400/760c63f60a0a006500907aee0ab6c56d.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567517641589297874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;in this picture... The car isn't scratched. It just has snow and ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;on it. I took this picture from the dealership website. I didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;have time to take one of my own. I should probably get on that. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We finally sold our Tiburon today. It's so weird to say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;we have a NEW car. It's so fun to have a family car. We really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;needed one. If we had the Tiburon when the baby was born,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;there would be no way we could get the baby in and out very easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; Just because we found out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;with Aubrey's kids. That the car seat has to be put through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;the hatch. Ugh! Good thing Aubrey's kids are bigger. I just don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;know what I think about all of that with a new born. Just because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;they have to stay in the car seat the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY8oSUTnRI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Gm2VfwSJv-g/s1600/760c6a1b0a0a006500907aee06a1a32d.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY8oSUTnRI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Gm2VfwSJv-g/s400/760c6a1b0a0a006500907aee06a1a32d.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568204652099640594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to tell you a little bit about our New Car. This is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a 2010 Mazda MAZDA3 i Touring. The color is Liquid Silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton is really happy that is is a darker silver. He isn't a fan of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lighter color silver and I have always loved color on a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so happy that we found a car that we both like. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY8oPheRpI/AAAAAAAAByI/I5AZXjGBgpQ/s1600/760c7e210a0a006500907aee482206db.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY8oPheRpI/AAAAAAAAByI/I5AZXjGBgpQ/s400/760c7e210a0a006500907aee482206db.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568204651349558930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The inside of the car, it is the base model so no leather, heated seats,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;navigation system, Auto Climate, Sunroof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; or no Push Start. If we ended up getting that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;car it would have been 5 to $8,000 more. We ended up putting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our priorities in order. We do have a baby on the way and we both realized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that getting baby stuff is more important. These things will all come in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY8n3hD7sI/AAAAAAAAByA/bB62jpJJ6ZQ/s1600/760c76130a0a006500907aee152749f2.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY8n3hD7sI/AAAAAAAAByA/bB62jpJJ6ZQ/s400/760c76130a0a006500907aee152749f2.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568204644905381570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I have just loved this car. I was really surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that we sold our sports car. Kenton had put the Tiburon on Ksl.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a guy at a dealership wanted to see it. We ended up driving to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandy to have our car looked at. One of the dealers went out and looked at it and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;came in and gave us a price that was way more then what any other dealership&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was going to offer us. I turned to Kenton and was more willing to look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the cars the had on their lot. We had already tested the Mazda3 before and we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;already knew that we loved this car. I was really happy to see that they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had this car for a great deal. Kenton ended up talking the guy down $1,500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from what he wanted to sell it for. I was trying not to laugh or show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;any emotion, in fear that he wouldn't go down any more in price. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in shock to see that we were doing paper work and that we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to get this car. We have been to many dealerships and loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;certain cars, but things always happen for a reason. The dealers never offered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us a good price for our car. I know they did that, because they knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they could sell it for a lot more. Kenton and I just ended up walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;off the lot to try to sell our car on our own. I LOVE my husband. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is such a great man. I'm looking forward to many trips with our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new little family car. Looks like things are finally coming together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm also feeling more prepared as the time has been getting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;closer for our little man to come. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-8337059237196292889?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8337059237196292889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=8337059237196292889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/8337059237196292889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/8337059237196292889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-mazda-mazda3-i-touring.html' title='Good bye Tiburon hello MAZDA3 i Touring'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TUY9hYWAP8I/AAAAAAAAByo/OHyzeEXcaic/s72-c/CIMG0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-201932789573500454</id><published>2011-01-25T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:46:36.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Card 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To all those who didn't get a Christmas Card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm very sorry!!! We had a short budget and could only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do 25 which went to Family and very few friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will try to do better next year. I know I promised I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would post this for those who didn't get a card could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see it and feel included. Remember I still love you! :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you enjoy our lovely Christmas Card to all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9ewbcyq0I/AAAAAAAABxQ/KbrlpmvpBB8/s1600/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9ewbcyq0I/AAAAAAAABxQ/KbrlpmvpBB8/s400/img001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566271850548472642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9ewFlWrvI/AAAAAAAABxI/5fJ83el5yiY/s1600/img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9ewFlWrvI/AAAAAAAABxI/5fJ83el5yiY/s400/img009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566271844678807282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9evmEi9HI/AAAAAAAABxA/8IjpFEIZJz8/s1600/img011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9evmEi9HI/AAAAAAAABxA/8IjpFEIZJz8/s400/img011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566271836219700338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sorry the last picture was a little orange from our Mexico trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; It looked different on the website and when they were printed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; we ended up looking like umpa lumpas. Ha ha ha! Gotta Love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you are having trouble reading the wording on the Christmas card, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ust click on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the picture and it will make it bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happy Be-Lated Holiday's Everyone! I hope it was a good one. :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-201932789573500454?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/201932789573500454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=201932789573500454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/201932789573500454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/201932789573500454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-cards.html' title='Our Christmas Card 2010'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9ewbcyq0I/AAAAAAAABxQ/KbrlpmvpBB8/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7063798190260025161</id><published>2011-01-25T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:12:41.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bedroom Design in the works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few Ideas we have for the baby's room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm super excited to see all the plans and Ideas finally coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;together. We have all the patterns and the materials picked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for our tax returns to come so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I can go buy my fabric and start on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this lovely Bedroom set idea we have for our little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a funny story on why we decided on sewing all the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things for the baby's room instead of just buying one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Kenton and I went to Babies R US and looked at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bedding sets. I wanted a jungle theme and Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanted more of a sports theme. I wasn't into the sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theme as much, just because it looked more like a room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a child in the 5th grade. Kenton didn't like the Jungle Theme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just because he said it looked too much like a little girls room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well after looking online and going a little nutty on trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to find the right pattern that both of us could agree on. After looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a month online, I decided to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go with a plain pattern. No designs on it, no theme, just Blue and brown. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found one online that we both really liked. The only problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was the ugly camel color on it. I didn't want to just spend money on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something I wasn't truly happy with. I ended up breaking and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;came up with the idea to just make a custom babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; room set. I started going to all the fabric stores and picking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;swatches of fabric. I had so many different swatches and so many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;different colors. After playing with them for a while. I finally came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up with this wonderful pattern with these colors. Kenton and I both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9MC_h1aoI/AAAAAAAABw4/G-1omXajKik/s1600/img006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9MC_h1aoI/AAAAAAAABw4/G-1omXajKik/s400/img006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566251278750018178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was just the beginning of our ideas for the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is including baby crib (Bed skirt, bed sheets, and bumper pads).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be making the curtains with that lovely blue material. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have also found a beautiful sheer White material to go behind the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;curtains. It has the same look as that blue material. I'm also adding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;material to a lamp shade to match the room. This room is going to look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so darling once we finish it all up, and add little extra touches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the room with the money we will be saving in the long run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As well as what extra things we will need, that we didn't get from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby showers. I'm excited that Kenton and I have a game plan. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9hLczKTTI/AAAAAAAABxY/ieKOHBwCB1s/s400/2337777.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566274513790455090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me know your thoughts on this baby room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it! I hope you feel the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3158042337749755440-7063798190260025161?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7063798190260025161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7063798190260025161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7063798190260025161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7063798190260025161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-bedroom-design-in-works.html' title='Baby Bedroom Design in the works'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT9MC_h1aoI/AAAAAAAABw4/G-1omXajKik/s72-c/img006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7317377619575302414</id><published>2011-01-24T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:13:19.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Weeks and 4 Days Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT887q1zD9I/AAAAAAAABww/39yjsAhRCzE/s1600/CIMG0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT887q1zD9I/AAAAAAAABww/39yjsAhRCzE/s400/CIMG0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566234660263104466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should be more on top of these things. I feel like I never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get pictures done right on my week mark. lol! I haven't wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about our last doctors appointment. We went to see our new doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on January 17th 2011. He was actually really good and answered a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of my questions and fears. I enjoyed that he had so much knowledge. I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loved the fact that he had so much time to spend on me. I had our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;other doctor that had way too many clients and was always in a rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not saying he was not good, because he was the Best OB in Utah. I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only down fall with our new doctor was he didn't really know how to use &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the fancy equipment. He knew all the basics. I was sad that he didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know how to do the 4D ultrasound. I hope he can figure it out before we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in again. I miss the 4D pictures. Our new doctor also forgot to give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us our pictures of the little baby. So I don't really have a visual for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone. I'm sure he will get a hang of it. I can say that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trust him in a delivery room. I'm glad I gave him a chance. I really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shouldn't have worried all that much about a new OB. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been so excited. I finally finished my 9 burp cloths and 4 baby bibs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am now going to get started on my baby blanket. As soon as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finish that, then it's time to get started on baby bedding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which includes the bumper pad, crib sheets, and crib skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I have a diaper stacker I'll be working on, as well as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;curtains to match, if I have extra time I will be working on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another baby blanket. I thought this way we would be saving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;money as well as giving me something to do during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I were also happy Brady and Bonnie let us borrow their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little baby bassinet. It's super cute and white. :0) I'm sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that will be nice to have for the first three months. Thank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you guys it is super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finally finished our baby registry at Babies R US. Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time to finish up our registry at Target. Then we will be set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been working on invitations for the baby shower and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;almost have them finished (all thanks to JJ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have all of our paper goods bought for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shower. I'm so happy that yesterday we finally picked out a date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The date for the shower is on April 16th around 11AM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided I'm doing the same thing I did for my bridal shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and only having ONE shower for my dad's side, Mom's side, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friends. I felt like that worked best on me as well as on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kind of scared having it so close to the due date. I think it will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok... Hopefully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other news... Our little man has been getting so big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His kicks are getting stronger and I swear he is a night owl. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love watching my belly move. Kenton likes watching him kick and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling his movements. Kenton likes to talk to my belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He tells him who is boss and not to hurt mommy. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though the kicks don't really hurt. I love my little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm surprised on how small I look. I don't feel very little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our new doctor was concerned because I didn't look like I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26 weeks and 4 days pregnant. He did some measurements on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my belly and then when he did the ultra sound he wasn't worried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anymore, he told me "You must be doing something right, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is a week ahead of schedule". That made mommy's day to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that all is well. Maybe I just have mother bearing hips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have said a lot for now. I will see if I can get our baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bedding ideas up soon so all of you can see all the images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and materials that we will be using in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE all of YOU! Thanks for all your support and all you do for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our growing little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7317377619575302414?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7317377619575302414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7317377619575302414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7317377619575302414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7317377619575302414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/01/27-weeks-and-4-days-pregnant.html' title='27 Weeks and 4 Days Pregnant!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TT887q1zD9I/AAAAAAAABww/39yjsAhRCzE/s72-c/CIMG0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-4827305674862839163</id><published>2011-01-07T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:07:34.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Weeks 1 Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TTbm3pS5QLI/AAAAAAAABwQ/wzobnjRrtDI/s1600/CIMG0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TTbm3pS5QLI/AAAAAAAABwQ/wzobnjRrtDI/s400/CIMG0150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563888233315123378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my! I can't believe how time has just flown by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I are getting so excited for our little one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is just GROWING! His kicks are getting stronger and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is moving more these days. On January 6th 2011,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we made it to our 26th mark. I feel like I have been totally blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with an easy pregnancy, an amazing husband, a beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;house, and wonderful family and friends. What more could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a girl ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting with this week I now know what Braxton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hicks Contractions are now. Not to worry for those who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont know that that is. I'm not in labor. It's more like my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;body preparing for baby to come. They come for a min. Then they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are gone. All is well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On January 10th 2011 we Hit our 100 day mark till baby comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really couldn't believe that we were on the double digits point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to celebrate that we are now in the "double digits" on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 13th. We went to Roosters  Restaurant. It was so good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had Hot Wings. I haven't had hot wings since the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beginning of 2008, when I was in Chicago. Oh how I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;missed the taste of hot wings. It's so nice to be able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to eat them again. Everywhere I have been they don't sell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot wings Gluten Free. Family and Friends Roosters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has a wonderful Gluten free menu. I could kiss them. I really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was that excited! Half way though my meal. My little one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was doing summersaults in my stomach. I read that it is ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to eat hot and spicy meals. It's kind of interesting to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that they can now taste what I eat. It just takes 2 hours to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get to him. I feel like trying different foods and introducing him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to all my favorite foods. I told Kenton that our little man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will have my taste buds. LOL! He will grow to LOVE spicy foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vegetables and sea food. I'm going to love having a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buddy. :0) I love you honey. Thanks for all that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for our little family. Hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-4827305674862839163?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4827305674862839163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=4827305674862839163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4827305674862839163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/4827305674862839163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/01/26-weeks-1-day.html' title='26 Weeks 1 Day'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TTbm3pS5QLI/AAAAAAAABwQ/wzobnjRrtDI/s72-c/CIMG0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-6568025520098810460</id><published>2011-01-05T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:14:09.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvWES6PPxI/AAAAAAAABwA/u5_kC11NFn4/s1600/1146374504_8E8iy-XL.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvWES6PPxI/AAAAAAAABwA/u5_kC11NFn4/s400/1146374504_8E8iy-XL.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560773534202937106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Pictures are in! Yay! I'm super excited to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were at Grandma Wilkinson's for Christmas and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the chance to get our pictures done. Yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were taken December 23rd 2010 at Grandma's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her house is so beautiful. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I was Exactly 23 weeks. So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you enjoy these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvWD8koD_I/AAAAAAAABv4/8NcxYG9p8NM/s1600/1146374692_tSpsj-XL.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvWD8koD_I/AAAAAAAABv4/8NcxYG9p8NM/s400/1146374692_tSpsj-XL.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560773528206708722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvWD-V92gI/AAAAAAAABvw/Pdr50C284BM/s1600/1146374889_gcjmF-XL.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvWD-V92gI/AAAAAAAABvw/Pdr50C284BM/s400/1146374889_gcjmF-XL.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560773528682093058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvV5RlJ5lI/AAAAAAAABvo/P84yhfS7EVM/s1600/1146375165_MCL92-XL.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvV5RlJ5lI/AAAAAAAABvo/P84yhfS7EVM/s400/1146375165_MCL92-XL.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560773344867509842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvV5W7q54I/AAAAAAAABvg/YdcK2MLlkKw/s1600/1146375390_Z5z2u-XL.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvV5W7q54I/AAAAAAAABvg/YdcK2MLlkKw/s400/1146375390_Z5z2u-XL.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560773346304124802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvWbb-fnII/AAAAAAAABwI/pM0b6tVmc9U/s400/1146375620_ibci6-XL.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560773931773697154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvV40YUcfI/AAAAAAAABvQ/XBOvPj1ggFo/s1600/1146375801_dYioa-XL.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvV40YUcfI/AAAAAAAABvQ/XBOvPj1ggFo/s400/1146375801_dYioa-XL.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560773337029046770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvV4I0Rc9I/AAAAAAAABvI/q68FVmoNGYs/s1600/1146377651_WLRUo-XL.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvV4I0Rc9I/AAAAAAAABvI/q68FVmoNGYs/s400/1146377651_WLRUo-XL.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560773325335131090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun to have all Kenton's family there. What a lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;family picture. Love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-6568025520098810460?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6568025520098810460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=6568025520098810460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6568025520098810460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6568025520098810460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSvWES6PPxI/AAAAAAAABwA/u5_kC11NFn4/s72-c/1146374504_8E8iy-XL.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-6259584864187324413</id><published>2011-01-01T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:19:42.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!!! Good Bye 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKO1tx0ouI/AAAAAAAABvA/__mz7KgZSUg/s1600/2011NewYearSwirlDesignVectorGraphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKO1tx0ouI/AAAAAAAABvA/__mz7KgZSUg/s400/2011NewYearSwirlDesignVectorGraphic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558161943601390306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Years!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it's 2011 already. This year has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gone by so fast. I guess it's because so much has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happened in 2010. From planning a wedding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton getting a new job, to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting married, moving into a new home, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on board (planned may I add). Now preparing for a baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so fun planning and preparing for a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton has loved his new job. We loved getting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Married in the temple. I keep wondering what is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to be coming around the corner for 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do know that baby will be here in April, right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after our one year anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was trying to think if I had any resolutions from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last year. Then I realized I don't think I made many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was engaged and was too twitter-pated to realize I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didn't make any. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOq-_krPI/AAAAAAAABuw/uJw0iYwvdyU/s1600/CIMG0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOq-_krPI/AAAAAAAABuw/uJw0iYwvdyU/s400/CIMG0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558161759243906290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton Wanted to make our last day special. He decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to take me out. I got all dolled up and we went to Outback &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steakhouse. I was so excited when I heard that Mom and Dan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were going to the same place at the same time. So we decided to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meet them there. It was good to go out to eat with them. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOqjcX5jI/AAAAAAAABuo/i_lxp9awZOU/s1600/CIMG0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOqjcX5jI/AAAAAAAABuo/i_lxp9awZOU/s400/CIMG0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558161751848511026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I ordered our favorite foods from this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really sad to see that the waitress was over worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had so much on her mind that she kept forgetting about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what we needed on our table. It happened so many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was excited because Kenton let me get a specialty drink. :0)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOqZTQYvI/AAAAAAAABug/diAxduRecek/s1600/CIMG0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOqZTQYvI/AAAAAAAABug/diAxduRecek/s400/CIMG0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558161749125915378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we decided to go play some bowling at boondocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was a lot of fun. I told Kenton that my uterus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was probably the size of this bowling ball. Only to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out that it is the size of a soccer ball. lol! I'm a soccer mom and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even know it... also I didn't have to get the minivan. lol! jk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm 24 Weeks Pregnant and I feel like it! I was having a hard time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting up and down from my chair. Kenton had to help me out. Nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOqCoX7YI/AAAAAAAABuY/AKi3sPUUHpM/s1600/CIMG0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOqCoX7YI/AAAAAAAABuY/AKi3sPUUHpM/s400/CIMG0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558161743040474498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton thinks he's pretty tricky. Look what he can do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOpjgcbwI/AAAAAAAABuQ/vMFrkXPl54Y/s1600/CIMG0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKOpjgcbwI/AAAAAAAABuQ/vMFrkXPl54Y/s400/CIMG0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558161734685716226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't believe that I won the first game of bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That has never happened before. Kenton always wins every bowling game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have ever played before. Also I couldn't believe that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I tied on the second game. That has never happened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before either. We didn't do so well on the second game if you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;couldn't tell. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we decided to head out to Brady and Bonnie's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;house to play some games with some of their friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and family. It was so much fun hanging out. They played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a game called curses and funglish. I've never played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the game funglish before. If you've never played it before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; you need to play it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super silly! I know I stayed up way too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;late on New Years Night. What a great way to end 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton almost forgot to give me my new years kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So glad he remembered... a min later. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so grateful for my Husband, Family, and my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Love our home. Our Little dog that has way too much energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we do love him. Other times I wonder... lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been so blessed every time we turn around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One second I think we aren't going to make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next second we are being totally blessed. You have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking forward to 2011. This is going to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a fun Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-6259584864187324413?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6259584864187324413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=6259584864187324413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6259584864187324413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6259584864187324413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-good-bye-2010.html' title='Happy New Years!!! Good Bye 2010'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSKO1tx0ouI/AAAAAAAABvA/__mz7KgZSUg/s72-c/2011NewYearSwirlDesignVectorGraphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-2063664799353426898</id><published>2010-12-26T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:53:00.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6qDCfouI/AAAAAAAABuA/zwFUDAduCa4/s1600/IMG_1896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6qDCfouI/AAAAAAAABuA/zwFUDAduCa4/s400/IMG_1896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557858277940765410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was such a busy weekend. It wasn't as crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as I thought it would be. This picture above was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our lovely tree this year. I was so happy to find such a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great discount on it. Mom let us borrow some wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas ornaments she had left over. Brought back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many memories and made it feel like Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6p5JLyeI/AAAAAAAABt4/awg1K7dJagw/s1600/IMG_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6p5JLyeI/AAAAAAAABt4/awg1K7dJagw/s400/IMG_0628.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557858275284470242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought some Stevens hot cocoa for our neighbors. I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so silly just giving it to them as is, with a sticker on top of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it with their names. I decided to get creative and made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20 of these cute little cocoa jars. I put a little poem on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When the weather outside is frightful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot Chocolate can be so delightful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May it warm your spirit and your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let is Snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you feel a chill or brrrrr,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use the candy cane to stir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add hot water and sip it slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess you can say I have too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; time on my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6d4wgMKI/AAAAAAAABtw/_6usjP0Hu0A/s1600/IMG_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6d4wgMKI/AAAAAAAABtw/_6usjP0Hu0A/s400/IMG_1897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557858069022519458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Christmas gift to ourselves was this beautiful big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;flat screen TV. We bought it a little early around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October to enjoy it a little longer. We just couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pass up the great deal we got on it. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our stockings were something cheap that I had bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't find any cute ones that I really liked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we dealt with something simple this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I will keep my eyes open, hopefully I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;find some good ones for us next year. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6dkKCUUI/AAAAAAAABto/rziFV3XOjtI/s1600/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6dkKCUUI/AAAAAAAABto/rziFV3XOjtI/s400/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557858063492469058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I got Jingle Jammies from old Navy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for Christmas Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so much fun to see Kenton's face when he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;opened them. He can't get enough of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad I did a good job picking them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my handsome man. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6dSHf15I/AAAAAAAABtg/600tyNM6mwI/s1600/IMG_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6dSHf15I/AAAAAAAABtg/600tyNM6mwI/s400/IMG_1907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557858058649982866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning. Kenton found this wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas surprise in his stocking. It is our first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ornament for our Christmas tree. He LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love our wedding picture that was inside it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6dM97QQI/AAAAAAAABtY/m3Ne2wgyPdA/s1600/IMG_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6dM97QQI/AAAAAAAABtY/m3Ne2wgyPdA/s400/IMG_1910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557858057267659010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got Kenton the power drill accessory set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so proud of myself. Kenton has loved using&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his tools around the house. It will be so nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have a nice tool kit to have. I love it. He loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't post my picture up... but Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had got me a food dehydrator. I was so surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that he bought it for me. I wanted one when we got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;married. I was surprised that he remembered that I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanted one. I love my man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got many other gifts. I didn't post them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will just say we got spoiled. The highlight gift that mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gave us was a crystal serving dish. It's so beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you mom! It's Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF539ZIerI/AAAAAAAABtI/DfqvVRDKXLU/s1600/IMG_1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF539ZIerI/AAAAAAAABtI/DfqvVRDKXLU/s400/IMG_1919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557857417431644850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I ran home really fast to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; our dog outside. Kenton's good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friend from work came over to drop off a gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(He was one of our best roommates that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lived with us for one month).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got Kenton this huge Crescent 195 pc tool set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOLY COW!!! He out did my gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Short story on this. Kenton asked him if he could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;borrow his Crescent set, so he could fix his spark plugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on our Tiburon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Larry decided to buy him this huge tool set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instead. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF53p6GV0I/AAAAAAAABtA/vzjQTE9067I/s1600/IMG_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF53p6GV0I/AAAAAAAABtA/vzjQTE9067I/s400/IMG_0664.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557857412201207618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Christmas day we went to Kenton's parents house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to enjoy some Christmas time. :0) It was fun to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what fun games they had planned. First I got this silly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silly shirt from My brother in law Jason. It looks great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my new pj's. Kenton got Toy Story 3 on Blu-ray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from his baby sister Andelyn. He was super excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been trying to get more kid movie's for our little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man, whom is on his way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then played a game at the Jeffery's. It was kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of like the White Elephant gift game. There were many different kinds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of wrapped gifts, such as cookies, brownie mix, hygiene items,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;female products, and mens items. How to play: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it was your turn, you would choose a present from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the middle of the pile and open it. Everyone could steal an item&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only 3 times. On the third time it was safe, Which means you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get to keep it. I thought it was funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because we ended up with a few razors. Which I didn't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved working as a team with my husband to steal gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that we wanted. lol! I think it turned out well. Way fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF53dxMfwI/AAAAAAAABs4/o6veQu0UTiU/s1600/CIMG0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF53dxMfwI/AAAAAAAABs4/o6veQu0UTiU/s400/CIMG0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557857408942636802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Christmas on the 26th of December. We went to my dad's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to celebrate Christmas. My little nieces got these cute costumes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from my Dad and Ann. Tinker bell and Snow White! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were super adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF53D9k0hI/AAAAAAAABsw/5XZ-Z6zuI4k/s1600/CIMG0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF53D9k0hI/AAAAAAAABsw/5XZ-Z6zuI4k/s400/CIMG0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557857402015240722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so spoiled from Dad and Ann as well. He got us a Nice camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to replace the one we lost in Mexico. It is the same brand but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a new model. I didn't complain. It was really nice! We ended up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting "How to train your dragon" On Blu-ray! Also a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for our little man. :0) This picture is so fun! I'm starting to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look pregnant sitting down. So fun! I'm 24 Weeks! :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF52sXjpwI/AAAAAAAABso/_SiDs4Y-TWc/s1600/CIMG0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF52sXjpwI/AAAAAAAABso/_SiDs4Y-TWc/s1600/CIMG0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF52sXjpwI/AAAAAAAABso/_SiDs4Y-TWc/s400/CIMG0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557857395681765122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least. We got these super cute little glass booties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To place in our little boys room. I'm so happy that they are red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because it will match his room so well. :0) My step mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mentioned she didn't have any writing on it because we don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know exactly what day he will be born. We also don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how much he will weigh and what time he will be born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's blank for now. I wanted to ask her if they could later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;write on them. When he is finally born. If not I'm sure I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were super cute and a GREAT idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had such a great Christmas with everyone. I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were totally spoiled. I truly love my family and don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I would do without them. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone! I hope you have a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New year!&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/3158042337749755440-2063664799353426898?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2063664799353426898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=2063664799353426898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2063664799353426898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/2063664799353426898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-madness-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TSF6qDCfouI/AAAAAAAABuA/zwFUDAduCa4/s72-c/IMG_1896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-3004503311081916041</id><published>2010-12-20T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:06:16.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Weeks 4 Days! Targeted Ultrasound... Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TRRh_P963oI/AAAAAAAABr8/NTsaPiKwQs0/s1600/35596_477824696002_661476002_6499467_5274700_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TRRh_P963oI/AAAAAAAABr8/NTsaPiKwQs0/s400/35596_477824696002_661476002_6499467_5274700_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554171979700559490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never been such a happy mom seeing such beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures of my little bundle of joy. I have been just at awe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love seeing his facial features starting to come. I can't wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited to watch him grow more and more every visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so fun being pregnant and feeling all the little kicks and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;movements he makes. I know he is truly a night owl. That's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when he moves the most. He also lets me know he is still there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during the day. I will get a random movement and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then he is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I truly loved this visit. They checked everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to see if the baby was healthy and growing strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come to find out everything is normal and mommy can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally sleep and not stress if everything is ok or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TRRh_JxwU9I/AAAAAAAABsE/flIgx1DtHoo/s400/163661_477824676002_661476002_6499466_1764553_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554171978038924242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I love this picture. Our little man is giving the camera a dirty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;look in this picture. It makes me laugh so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Just because I don't think he liked the ultrasound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;as she was pushing on him. It was almost like he was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;sleeping and she woke him up. He wasn't too happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He then proved it by kicking me. I think he wanted her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;to stop bugging him in his sleep. I know this is odd to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;but I'm happy my baby already has emotions. Hopefully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;he wont be too much of a drama queen like mommy lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TRRh-7hbDwI/AAAAAAAABr0/_5soBvD_hB8/s1600/148255_477824626002_661476002_6499463_5332047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TRRh-7hbDwI/AAAAAAAABr0/_5soBvD_hB8/s400/148255_477824626002_661476002_6499463_5332047_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554171974212325122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE my babies button nose. Kenton said that he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has his button nose.  When the lady first pulled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this picture up in 4D I was so excited that he had a button&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nose. I think she just giggled. He is growing so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can I say... I'm one happy momma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TRRh_Y5fACI/AAAAAAAABsM/ZBm9kr2yihI/s400/164343_477824651002_661476002_6499465_2816260_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554171982097874978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have no idea how he is sleeping like this...? It is so weird to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see his feet all the way up by his head. It was so cute in the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because he kept grabbing his cute little toes. I love this little man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxqag7RIIB0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxqag7RIIB0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-3004503311081916041?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3004503311081916041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=3004503311081916041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3004503311081916041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3004503311081916041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/22-weeks-4-days-targeted-ultrasound-yay.html' title='22 Weeks 4 Days! Targeted Ultrasound... Yay!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TRRh_P963oI/AAAAAAAABr8/NTsaPiKwQs0/s72-c/35596_477824696002_661476002_6499467_5274700_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7245434645011882498</id><published>2010-12-17T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:02:38.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Weeks Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TQ2caWcm4ZI/AAAAAAAABrs/ASiixYYBTLI/s1600/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TQ2caWcm4ZI/AAAAAAAABrs/ASiixYYBTLI/s400/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552265892133790098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm loving that I'm starting to show more of a baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bump! This little baby is surely growing. Pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soon, I wont know what to do. Hopefully I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;start going to the gym and get my legs more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ready for what is to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been able to take the time and think of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the things that I am grateful for this christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so happy that I have a loving  husband,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A warm home, Food to eat, Warm blankets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Warm bath, there are a lot more things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I'm grateful for such as family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that so many of you have been so supportive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought my pregnancy. It sure isn't easy sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have my ups and downs with being pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus trying to keep as busy as much as I can during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so happy that all my christmas shopping is almost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;done. I have one more gift to get. :0) This should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be really easy! Oh... and stocking stuffers. Oy! I almost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forgot. lol! It will get done. I'm sure of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TQ2caAGLNpI/AAAAAAAABrk/nkJJftGhPRs/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TQ2caAGLNpI/AAAAAAAABrk/nkJJftGhPRs/s400/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552265886134122130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7245434645011882498?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7245434645011882498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7245434645011882498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7245434645011882498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7245434645011882498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/22-weeks-pregnant.html' title='22 Weeks Pregnant!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TQ2caWcm4ZI/AAAAAAAABrs/ASiixYYBTLI/s72-c/IMG_1877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-5749975644723533504</id><published>2010-12-07T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T06:31:52.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Weeks 5 Days Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TP8y3cACF6I/AAAAAAAABrY/IXCSdRokjLo/s1600/pic232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TP8y3cACF6I/AAAAAAAABrY/IXCSdRokjLo/s400/pic232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548209193934264226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our baby is still a boy! lol! There was a better view but our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doctor missed it. So we are stuck with this picture. Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TP8y3CGQv8I/AAAAAAAABrQ/itE_AwjRNVg/s1600/pic231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TP8y3CGQv8I/AAAAAAAABrQ/itE_AwjRNVg/s400/pic231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548209186981068738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not as good quality of pictures this time. I will explain why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so not what I expected my doctor visit to be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to our OB and he was behind 1 hour and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had to wait forever just to get in. Only to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;find out he was in a rush. We ended up in a different room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with different equipment. I believe this was so he could do a easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quick scan and get out of the office &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at a decent time. He tells us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I have been gaining weight very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he turns on the screen and says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that Kayden has been growing very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is now 15 oz. and is 5 days ahead of schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so good to hear nothing but good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then our doctor finishes and tells us he is sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to say but he is retiring from being an OB. He is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moving his practice from being an OB to going to be working with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;veracious vains.  This way he will not be "on call". From not having &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;any free weekends and working long hours in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is good for him, that way he can spend more time with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with out him. I have started to gain trust in our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doctor. Now I have to see someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I don't know how I feel about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess it's OB hunting all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our doctor Recommended the new doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Alejo. He has been in OB for 3 1/2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OY! I don't think I like that idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess we will find out in 6 weeks if we want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to change doctors or not. Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This video is very fast and there isn't any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4D due to our doctor not having a lot of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time and trying to rush though clients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally understand. Yet! I'm freaking out and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't know what to do about finding a new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doctor. EEEK! I hope to get answers soon. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either Seeing Doctor Bierer whom is already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super busy or taking chances on new guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to pray about it. I really need some answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cn8dKi755CI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cn8dKi755CI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm excited for our visit in two weeks. Because we are going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be doing the "targeted ultrasound". It is to help find if there is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;any birth defects and they screen for certain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;types of genetic conditions, such as Down syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe they can see all of that on this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ultrasound. It also checks the overall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;growth and development of our baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It checks details of the baby's organs including&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the face, ears, brain, heart, stomach, spine, kidneys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bladder, bones, hands and feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Durning the targeted ultrasound it can often detect birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;defects such as cleft lip, open neural tube defects, major&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heart defects and hydrocephaly. I'm excited to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the little details of our baby. It's going to be exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3158042337749755440-5749975644723533504?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5749975644723533504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=5749975644723533504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5749975644723533504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5749975644723533504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/20-weeks-5-days-ultrasound.html' title='20 Weeks 5 Days Ultrasound'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TP8y3cACF6I/AAAAAAAABrY/IXCSdRokjLo/s72-c/pic232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7651365357121755844</id><published>2010-12-03T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:40:37.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Weeks Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TP57BnWiQWI/AAAAAAAABrI/CWsXiFIXZWA/s1600/5162602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TP57BnWiQWI/AAAAAAAABrI/CWsXiFIXZWA/s400/5162602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548007058640617826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Dec. 2nd 2010 was my 20 week pregnant mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I surly don't feel 20 weeks pregnant. I look like I'm 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pregnant. Only 4.5 months more to go. Crazy to think I'm at my half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know there is so much to get done. I shouldn't worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about it. Things come with time. I have noticed being pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have had 3 Ear Infections (Which isn't normal... Every time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get rid of it, it comes right back. I don't like going to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doctors all the time so I just "deal" with the pain.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have noticed that eating while pregnant with Celiac Disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is HARD! I crave a lot of Gluten and I have to stay away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also haven't been getting the nutrition that I need. I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can say it's hard eating anything. I feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I eat the same thing everyday. I guess that's what I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to deal with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While being pregnant I haven't had much energy. I feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my chores seem to pile up on each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have had some blessings being pregnant one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would be being able to feel my baby move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started feeling him on my 16 week mark. While we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were in Mexico. Now I feel him every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little bundle of joy moves more when I'm ready to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to sleep about 11:30pm. So I end up just staying up for awhile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till I finally fall asleep. Guess you can say I'm not used to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the movement that's going on. It's kind of distracting. If you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been trying to keep busy with making my scrapbook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's on my progress with baby and also making baby bibs at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the moment. I have been trying to make a Gluten free cook book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it's not going over very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned down jet blue. Seeing that I would be away from Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for 4 weeks straight. for training...Trying to find something to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's gluten free seems like it's a harder then what I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also I have had more bad morning and trying to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ready seems like a chore with in itself. Always getting migraines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;almost passing  out if I don't eat. Then getting ear infections puts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me down for another couple of weeks. It is no fun being sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and pregnant. I would rather have one or the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another reason why I didn't take the job. It doesn't pay enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'd only be working part time. Kenton and I realized I'd only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be working till I have the baby. I don't think they will give me a long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pregnancy leave. Also I don't think I want to send my new born to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;day care. I have always wanted to be there for my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus I don't trust most girls. I was a nanny. I have seen a lot of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nannies. I don't want my baby to have neglect or abuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asking family to help part time seemed like a chore with-in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's self. I'd want to only ask them to babysit, only if Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I needed a babysitter so we could do a date night, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something like that. I was also thinking about if I worked in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the evening and kenton worked in the morning. Then we would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be like those parents that never really communicate because while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one is sleeping the other one is working. That didn't sound appealing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to me. We will see if something else comes up. Just to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;answer questions... No I can not work with a new born in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;house and juggle the job and baby all at once by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It might be a job from home, but I still have to have the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quiet and I can't say "I'm sorry miss can i put you on hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to take care of my crying baby? I'm sorry for all that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crying in your ear". You don't do that for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reservations for a plane company. That's not professional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I've had a few people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell me that I could still work while tending a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;umm... Then you do it with your own kids and you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;work for them. Sounds good to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On my twenty week mark I was expecting a celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from my husband like flowers or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With him saying "YAY! we are half way there, good job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; mommy to be". Then I released I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have an over active mind that is way too romantic sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton doesn't do romantic things unless it's valentines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;day. I live in a reality! The real world. Plus I had a migraine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that could kill if it really wanted too. I was dizzy and stayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the couch the whole day. Go figure! Good thing I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my thoughts that are attached with how great the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could have been. I like the thoughts better then reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes. Day dreaming is the best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should get off the computer and get ready for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a few things planned and I'm not going to be able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get them done sitting on here typing away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will up load some more soon. Sorry if pregnancy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seems bad sometimes. Everyone is different and we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all have different challenges with our pregnancies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to worry I'm excited to be a mommy to my little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-7651365357121755844?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7651365357121755844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7651365357121755844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7651365357121755844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7651365357121755844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/20-weeks-pregnant.html' title='20 Weeks Pregnant!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TP57BnWiQWI/AAAAAAAABrI/CWsXiFIXZWA/s72-c/5162602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-5219625040509513494</id><published>2010-12-02T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:28:32.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a boy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO95PHZuSMI/AAAAAAAABqw/ODbztGrpM4U/s1600/boy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO95PHZuSMI/AAAAAAAABqw/ODbztGrpM4U/s400/boy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543782966908307650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alrighty... I really need to keep updated with my posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the doctors on November 7th 2010. To find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out if our baby was a girl or a boy. Come to find out we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actually having a boy. I was wondering because my instincts told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me it was a boy. When I had a dream it was a girl. Kind of confused me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton on the other hand wanted a boy to be first (To be the protector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or his sister. If we ever have a girl). Kenton also had a dream while we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were in Mexico and saw that it was a boy. He saw when he was a baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to when he was just a child and also when he was an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton mentioned that his dreamed jumped around a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then come to find out that his dream was right put me in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always called my bump a boy. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were at the doctors office our doctor has always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been very nice and very helpful. I think he was excited to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was 17 weeks 1 day, and he was going to find out the babies sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sound a little too early? Well if you watch the video they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are pretty high tech over there. Which has been a blessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on my side. I always have to see and hear to know every&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thing is ok. Which it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton was standing by the bed this time. I'm glad I talked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to him the first time we went (he just sat on the chair and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watched the screen). But this time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was also so anxious to find out what the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;babies sex was. I have been having pain in my lower &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;left side. Come to find out our little bundle of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has been camping out on his side in the left corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh! Child that isn't very nice to do that to mommy. Our doctor was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having to move the ultrasound and as you can tell in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the video our baby was being a little difficult, but we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;found the little one. We are just not getting the full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;view like we did the first two times we went. The doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mentioned the bigger the baby gets this is how it is going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be. Seeing that you can't get it all on one shot. That's ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though. We had fun figuring everything out with the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the Doctor did some measurements, he then asks me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What's the sex that has the brains between the legs?". I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;puzzled because I was shocked he was asking a question like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that. I then reply with "A boy?" He laughs and looks at Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and says "Girls never get that question wrong". I had to ask him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Are you sure it's a boy?" He replies "I'm 85% positive". Well that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is better then 65%. lol! Then something comes on the screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I point at it and say... "Is that the...?" and the doctor said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yes that is the penis". Well... that went straight to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That finalized it. Our baby is 100% boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO95OhiyDRI/AAAAAAAABqo/oQ5voUo42Jw/s1600/pic229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO95OhiyDRI/AAAAAAAABqo/oQ5voUo42Jw/s400/pic229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543782956745755922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had so much fun telling family over the thanksgiving week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aubrey and Adam found out first... Seeing that Kenton started off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a story and Aubrey yells "I know what it is now" Then I covered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton's mouth which confirmed it. lol! Then after we went to moms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a couple days before Thanksgiving. She opened our box (that had the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;announcement in it). She was shocked and said "I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what to do with boys". I don't either mom. I don't even know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what Kind of toys boys like to play with. lol! I'm sure I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;find out on this journey. We then told Kenton's family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at a Thanksgiving party. Kenton's mom opens up the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was surprised to see it was a boy. She guessed wrong due&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to a dream she also had. She had a dream it was a girl. Don't worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donna I had a dream of a little girl and it totally threw me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then finally we went to dads house and announced it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a boy. He had guessed girl. Seeing our luck with girls in this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad opened it and his reaction was the best we've seen yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad has always wanted a boy. Now he has a grandson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited! Yet he was bummed that he wasn't one of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the very first to know about the sex. Yet I can't please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone. I sure did try to keep this a secret to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it a great surprise. I'm happy that it ended up being one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been thinking... Maybe our next baby will be a girl? lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing that I wasn't the only one who had the dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of a little girl. Interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rZrWbSuDe0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rZrWbSuDe0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our baby video. I hope you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoy it! We will have an updated one on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seventh. So keep posted! :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-5219625040509513494?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5219625040509513494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=5219625040509513494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5219625040509513494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5219625040509513494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-boy.html' title='its a boy!!!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO95PHZuSMI/AAAAAAAABqw/ODbztGrpM4U/s72-c/boy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-8014439958842800471</id><published>2010-12-01T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:18:11.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Virgins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TPdXzLAoQTI/AAAAAAAABrA/97X43a0v2FE/s1600/76951_468766641002_661476002_6353273_372240_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TPdXzLAoQTI/AAAAAAAABrA/97X43a0v2FE/s400/76951_468766641002_661476002_6353273_372240_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545998002770428210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What an exciting experience this was. I had the opportunity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be in a program called The Ten Virgins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;based off of the New Testament. Good thing I don't look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pregnant. I was able to hide my little belly with this dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I only had one month to memorize the song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Lantern light" (Leora's song). I played Leora the wise virgin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a song about Leora helping those that have lost their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She uses her light to the help the lost, the weary and the wounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She helps find their way back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Loved playing Leora. The funny thing is while we were singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we couldn't really hear the music. I was slowing my pace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down just so I could make sure I was on track on my solo. I felt like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since I couldn't hear I was wanting to go faster, but I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad I didn't mess up. I was nervous that I would, just because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during practice the music was too loud and also the mic was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too loud that I could hear myself too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Also on top of that it was way too warm, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I felt like I was going to pass out a few times)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; there were little kids running around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all the craziness I was having a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hard time remembering the words to my song. lol! I just had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her start my music over. I know during the program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aubrey had Kathy start her music over. It was really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hard to hear the music. lol! If it wasn't super loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was way too soft. I'm just glad the turn out was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last song we sang with all the 10 virgins was called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When he comes for me". I had a two small solo's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during it. It was so fun! The only down fall was it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little low key for me. I ended up pulling it off and making it work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally forgot my lantern light for this song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess you can say that I wasn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very prepared and wise anymore. lol! It's ok! I was just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the only one that didn't have a light. I just had to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly forgetful pregnant Daisia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TPdXyyKw3DI/AAAAAAAABq4/lwNAkWbz-CQ/s1600/155926_468768671002_661476002_6353325_1962877_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TPdXyyKw3DI/AAAAAAAABq4/lwNAkWbz-CQ/s400/155926_468768671002_661476002_6353325_1962877_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545997996102048818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so exciting to be in this program with my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kathy was asking me who I knew that could sing alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought of my sister. She wanted me to listen to that song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I quickly thought "my sister needs to sing this song".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I called Kathy up and told her I would talk with Aubrey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so happy when Aubrey said she would sing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aubrey ended up playing Nava. She sang "Easy to forget".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a song talking about how hard it is to remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it is so easy to forget. She gets caught up with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;world. It is such a pretty song and Aubrey sang it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the fact that my Mom, Dad, my husband, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my brother in law came to support us. I couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at my dad towards the end of my song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was getting all teary eyed and I was starting to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chocked up! I felt the spirit so strong while the program was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going. I just wish we could have recorded it. I really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanted it on video. Oh well! Good memories to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a life time. I'm going to see if I can get it recorded so I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can have it on a CD. Hopefully I will get it done soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I can post it on here so you all can hear it. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't that be fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you all. OH I almost forgot December 2nd is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my 20 week Pregnancy Mark! YAY! Half way Point. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-8014439958842800471?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8014439958842800471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=8014439958842800471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/8014439958842800471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/8014439958842800471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/ten-virgins.html' title='The Ten Virgins'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TPdXzLAoQTI/AAAAAAAABrA/97X43a0v2FE/s72-c/76951_468766641002_661476002_6353273_372240_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-6506804647308114009</id><published>2010-11-25T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:14:17.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Weeks Pregnant! Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO9l6udVrFI/AAAAAAAABqY/mBXYTYuKoFw/s1600/149103_466065161002_661476002_6310944_1285290_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO9l6udVrFI/AAAAAAAABqY/mBXYTYuKoFw/s400/149103_466065161002_661476002_6310944_1285290_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543761725894274130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I'm 19 weeks pregnant. It's now Thanksgiving :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had such a fun time hanging out with Family today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just feel bad that we were running late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner was supposed to be at 3:30PM we technically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didn't get on the road until then. I was super stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1 we had to make a gluten free dinner that morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then pack it. (not knowing the family was trying to prepare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something on the side for us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2 I was trying to get ready and still feeling sick and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was trying to get ready. Ugh! I felt like I had lead in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3 We were out of gas and no gas stations were open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we used my card. Ugh! I don't like to talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;financial hardships, but I can say we are totally flat broke until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton gets paid on the 1st. Then it will all go to the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and again we will have just enough for food and gas. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guess we live just like everyone else. Fun! Fun! Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended up making it to Dad's and everyone was quiet in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;room. We all got some food in our belly's and the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conversation picked up. It was good to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had dad open his present from us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for his birthday and it announced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the babies sex. His face lightened up with so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joy. It was so much fun to see the joy in his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's always wanted his own boy. This was just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nice for him to know we were having a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was super cute. I was sitting with my niece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylie and I decided to show her a video of my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had my dad come over too to watch the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was explaining what was going on in the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while it was playing. Once it was over Kylie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turns to me and feels my belly and says "I can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel the baby kick". I told her I only feel it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before I go to bed and she asks "Why?" I really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didn't have an answer for her beside. "The baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;likes to be awake at night and likes to sleep during&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the day.". Later she kept coming up and feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my belling while she would say "I felt your baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt it kick". then she would tell me where the head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was and that she could feel it's baby. It was super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so happy after we went to the movie "Tangled".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a cartoon based on Rapunzel cartoon. It was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super cute. :0) It was such a funny show I wouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mind buying it. I really enjoy those cartoons that are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fun for the kids and the parents. It was so fun to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see my other little nice do a dance right after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hearing my families laughter during that show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was priceless... Thanks Aubrey for the great idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it was your daughter 2nd Birthday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you sure made it fun for the whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so happy to be home and in my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully I wont be sick again tonight. Crossing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-6506804647308114009?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6506804647308114009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=6506804647308114009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6506804647308114009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6506804647308114009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/19-weeks-pregnant-happy-thanksgiving.html' title='19 Weeks Pregnant! Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO9l6udVrFI/AAAAAAAABqY/mBXYTYuKoFw/s72-c/149103_466065161002_661476002_6310944_1285290_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-6076094453436699218</id><published>2010-11-24T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:03:49.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick! Sick! Sick! AGAIN????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO9tPQNsPtI/AAAAAAAABqg/1czOo44_uZo/s1600/tiffany-as-sick-girl-cartoon-600x407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO9tPQNsPtI/AAAAAAAABqg/1czOo44_uZo/s400/tiffany-as-sick-girl-cartoon-600x407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543769775134228178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oy! On the 18th of November I was so super sick that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to go to the ER. I had Lower Abdominal pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't getting better it was getting worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was burning up and had a fever (at least I felt like it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My migraines were also getting worse. I had a hurt ear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the migraine two days before we left Mexico. I assumed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was just another ear infection, but wanted to weigh it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well... I waited till I was too sick to cope with it any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't go to the hospital near us. I have had nothing but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back luck with it. So we drove to Mckay dee hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was 100% better. (Besides my nurse that didn't know how to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take my blood. First she had the band on WAY too tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she was taking blue blood and not red. Then on top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of it she burst my artery in my right arm. It HURT! Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she goes to my left arm and tries to stick the IV in and misses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then she moves the needle around and can't get it in right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(AGAIN). Then she gets it. Starts the IV and dopes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up with benadryl and I can't remember the other pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;medication she gave me. All I know is it left a funny taste in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mouth and reminded me of finger nail polish remover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so dizzy and felt so sick after. It wasn't a pleasant feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at all. I wanted nothing but to fall asleep and get this out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of my system. My husband was up with me... It was one AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The doctor was concerned I might have a UTI. All due to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the fever and cold chills with hot flashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did a urine test. Then they took me to check on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby. Also to see if I had anything that burst to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;create such a terrible pain. The baby was fine and had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a great heart beat. When 430AM rolled around the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doctor came in and told us the test looked fine, the baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was fine, nothing looked not normal. He mentioned that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I probably pulled a muscle. Also pregnancy growing pains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aren't fun to go a long with it. He sent us home. While I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sicker then from when we came. Oy! Not a fun night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I laid in bed. I only created fear. Fear of going into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;labor in the future, knowing this pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; was going to be 20 times worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not look forward to giving birth being in so much pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't even handle this medication very well. I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even like being in any kind of hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I had one wish it would be to have the baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;magically apear in my arms. I think they could put me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out for that, then wake me up when it's all over. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing I know about myself is. I do NOT do well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with any kind of physical pain. I could when I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;younger, but the older I get the weaker I get. OY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was sad to see we didn't get home till 5 AM Knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton had work in the morning. I was just happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't in pain anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 19th I was so high on the medications I agreed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watching my nieces. So that my sister Aubrey and Adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could go out for a date night. I didn't start feeling sick sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again till the next day on the 20th. During the time we were practicing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;singing for our 10 virgin play. I left and told Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really needed a doctor. I called Urgent care and they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got us in right away (at noon). He checked everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I told him my symptoms. He said "Yep looks like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a bad ear infection and a bad throat infection". Gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;antibiotics and went home. What a glorious way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to live! I remember him weighing me. I've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lost .6 pounds since I saw our OB. WHAT! I can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;keep losing weight. I'm going to be a nothing soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By this time it was the 20th. My dad has been having&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a memory loss. Which is fine, I love him anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've talked 3 times about how I wasn't going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make it due to financial issues. He said "that's ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would love it if you would come to Thanksgiving".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were planning on just coming to Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Not like I could have made it if we had the money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seeing how sick I was). Well it caused a huge family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dispute and for some reason I was the victim. Not feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well... I didn't handle the situation very well. That night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to take a bath, got out, Threw up and then passed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a day I was so sick I called my mom at 6 am in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she said "sounds like you have the flu on top of what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you already have." Not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the exact words I wanted to hear. She calmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me down and mentioned the foods I should take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her orders was to get plenty of rest with lots of liquids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to break it down. I finally feel back to sleep at 8AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up at 1PM and couldn't get out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Text my sister then text my mom. Mom mentioned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she would run to get me a Jamba, but had to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back soon. I was so happy my mom rescued me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed for the life of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I had a Jamba I was feeling like my baby wasn't mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at me anymore. I was on the couch watching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Desperate house wives". I do not feel guilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for catching up on a good show. I think I finished season 6 in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two days lol! I love Hulu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 24th I thought I was doing better. We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did errands for Thanksgiving and then I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally done and wanted to just go home and do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing but rest. I believe this is called "Over doing it".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a pie then turned Desperate house wives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing I was going to be in bed for quite awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Started to feel super sick again and threw up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so happy my husband was home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just hope that tomorrow for Thanksgiving will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be a much better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to specially thank My doctors, antibiotics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my wonderful supportive husband, who has done more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then love me, he is a care giver too. Who stayed up with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me for long hours at the hospital and the doctors. He does more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then just take care of me. (He also does laundry and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dishes). I love you honey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to thank my mom for being here for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have a hard time using the word "Can you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please help me." I don't know why it is so hard to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say. I'm just happy she has been just a phone call away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-6076094453436699218?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6076094453436699218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=6076094453436699218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6076094453436699218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/6076094453436699218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/sick-sick-sick-again.html' title='Sick! 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AGAIN????'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TO9tPQNsPtI/AAAAAAAABqg/1czOo44_uZo/s72-c/tiffany-as-sick-girl-cartoon-600x407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-3413535078035192370</id><published>2010-11-08T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:53:49.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reilly's first trip to the groomer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpazZBmC0I/AAAAAAAABow/L6dHhxwfW4Q/s1600/IMG_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpazZBmC0I/AAAAAAAABow/L6dHhxwfW4Q/s400/IMG_1620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537838530742848322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was our puppy before he got his Hair cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was one shaggy/Matted dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He really needed a hair cut. I told Kenton if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he paid for the shots for the dog. Then I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pay for the dog to get groomed. Such a smelly little doggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpay9REDUI/AAAAAAAABoo/21pioF_l07g/s1600/IMG_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpay9REDUI/AAAAAAAABoo/21pioF_l07g/s400/IMG_1640.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537838523291536706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we went in I warned the lady that Reilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did NOT like brushes and he REALLY didn't like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the razor/ hair clippers. He will freak out to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said "Don't worry, he's still a puppy. These things just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get getting used too." I told her again. "You really don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;know my dog. He does NOT like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;Well come to find out when we walked in. She was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;struggling with our little pup like no other. It had been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;three hours and she was struggling big time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;I assume he was trying to bite her, because we found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;him like this with a muzzle on his mouth. I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;laughed and was thinking... "that poor girl". lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;Yet she did say "he's just a pup and he needs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;take time and get used to it". She looked like she wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;hand me the dog and say "You have a menace for a dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;Please take him". lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;I asked her how he did in the tub. She told me that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;he was freaking out. I assumed he would be just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;fine in the tub. He always let us bathe him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;just fine. I don't think I've ever had a problem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;bathing my dog. I wonder if she was using really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;cold water. I'm sure any dog would hate cold water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;Poor puppy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpaygVa6vI/AAAAAAAABog/PwgyjxwszJQ/s1600/IMG_1665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpaygVa6vI/AAAAAAAABog/PwgyjxwszJQ/s400/IMG_1665.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537838515525184242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we left to go walk around the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found that the girl asked for assistance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did tell her he REALLY hates to be touched &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on his face. He hates it to the extreme. I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking she now knows what I was talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about. The assistant was holding Reilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the other girl was cutting. Something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that would have been a five minute job, became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a 30 min. job. Poor girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpayA-V2KI/AAAAAAAABoY/rjB7LI6kNEo/s1600/IMG_1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpayA-V2KI/AAAAAAAABoY/rjB7LI6kNEo/s400/IMG_1668.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537838507106883746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Reilly was all done. I got him a sweater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he smelled just like sugar cookies. His&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breath smelled so much better after they brushed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his teeth. I think they should brush his teeth all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the time. That is wonderful! YAY!!! No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doggie breath. :0) Kenton Loves his new doggie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hair cut and also the fact that he wasn't matted anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus he smelled so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpax630ypI/AAAAAAAABoQ/bmXIg4nSc20/s1600/IMG_1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpax630ypI/AAAAAAAABoQ/bmXIg4nSc20/s400/IMG_1683.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537838505468938898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the brown and black on his fur. This is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to take some getting used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He doesn't look like our dog. But he sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acts like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-3413535078035192370?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3413535078035192370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=3413535078035192370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3413535078035192370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3413535078035192370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/reillys-first-trip-to-groomer.html' title='Reilly&apos;s first trip to the groomer'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpazZBmC0I/AAAAAAAABow/L6dHhxwfW4Q/s72-c/IMG_1620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-5652821789373568944</id><published>2010-11-06T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:02:08.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed our Mexico trip with Kenton's parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will always remember our trip to beautiful Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpPi00NdYI/AAAAAAAABno/CPDIMdd_rz8/s1600/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpPi00NdYI/AAAAAAAABno/CPDIMdd_rz8/s400/IMG_1444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537826151517222274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and his Dad chilling out on the deck. They loved site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seeing while we were in Mexico. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpPih7MFyI/AAAAAAAABng/rnrTY8VP-zQ/s1600/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpPih7MFyI/AAAAAAAABng/rnrTY8VP-zQ/s400/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537826146446219042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Halloween they decorated out by the restaurant to look a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;festive. I never thought I would see ghost hanging from palm trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpPiKHg70I/AAAAAAAABnY/ECgXhSwMLFU/s1600/IMG_1471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpPiKHg70I/AAAAAAAABnY/ECgXhSwMLFU/s400/IMG_1471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537826140055465794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite drink to have in Mexico was my Coca cola light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will never know how much that filled me with joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During my days there. We went and walked around this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;city. It was fun to see the wonderful town. The people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;live so differently from America. They actually spend their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;days outdoors, greeting with their neighbors. So peaceful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved these fish taco's we had at this place. I LOVE a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spice with some fish during my days there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpPhwe1UoI/AAAAAAAABnQ/kKON3799JO8/s1600/IMG_1478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpPhwe1UoI/AAAAAAAABnQ/kKON3799JO8/s400/IMG_1478.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537826133173949058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16 weeks pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the beach. It's kind of hard walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all over these rocks being pregnant and my shoes were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not helping much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO-baLQKI/AAAAAAAABnI/YvIrlJwxV1I/s1600/IMG_1479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO-baLQKI/AAAAAAAABnI/YvIrlJwxV1I/s400/IMG_1479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537825526221848738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my favorite city. If you look behind us you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see the very pretty palm trees with the clearer ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO91becxI/AAAAAAAABnA/l570cfyl0tE/s1600/IMG_1485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO91becxI/AAAAAAAABnA/l570cfyl0tE/s400/IMG_1485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537825516026753810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy did some amazing things with this fire and glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He made this glass sculpture that you see below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO9pzcrFI/AAAAAAAABm4/Imy4jZHE-X0/s1600/IMG_1488_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO9pzcrFI/AAAAAAAABm4/Imy4jZHE-X0/s400/IMG_1488_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537825512906075218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton bought this lizard glass sculpture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so cute! Kenton's going to be putting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it on his desk at work. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO9e3vD3I/AAAAAAAABmw/3JLWj4NxfIw/s1600/IMG_1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO9e3vD3I/AAAAAAAABmw/3JLWj4NxfIw/s400/IMG_1524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537825509971267442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead). November 2nd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never knew they celebrated dead people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a pretty neat sand sculpture. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO9CLoFaI/AAAAAAAABmo/Wm0zG7oAV8M/s1600/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpO9CLoFaI/AAAAAAAABmo/Wm0zG7oAV8M/s400/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537825502270068130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the many Sunsets we got to see in Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh! I just LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3158042337749755440-5652821789373568944?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5652821789373568944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=5652821789373568944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5652821789373568944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/5652821789373568944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/mexico-trip.html' title='Mexico Trip!'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpPi00NdYI/AAAAAAAABno/CPDIMdd_rz8/s72-c/IMG_1444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-1871736054664038040</id><published>2010-11-06T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:09:04.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofdLcqfoI/AAAAAAAABqQ/tS8hYhSDp5o/s1600/148360_10150318798270177_907270176_15768401_5883841_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofdLcqfoI/AAAAAAAABqQ/tS8hYhSDp5o/s400/148360_10150318798270177_907270176_15768401_5883841_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542276877582499458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why I strain my neck like this... lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well... I do have to say I was totally addicted to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these popsicles in Mexico. I Had to have one everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one is a coco/agua popsicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They even add real coconut to it. Kenton liked any of the fruit ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like strawberry, banana, and kiwi was his favorite. I so want to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;learn how to make these. Yummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny story about this day. We were out getting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some candy and these three preppy guys in a fancy car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were making cat calls to me in spanish. I have no idea what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were saying, but I was so stopping traffic. I started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laughing like crazy. I think it gave Kenton a boost of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah I know my girl is hot". lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofc2RkeII/AAAAAAAABqI/VIrUMbfJVEc/s1600/76620_10150318789175177_907270176_15768218_4198959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofc2RkeII/AAAAAAAABqI/VIrUMbfJVEc/s400/76620_10150318789175177_907270176_15768218_4198959_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542276871898822786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weird statues by the ocean. We just had to get a comedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofbarQ79I/AAAAAAAABqA/Xd-chqDXI0g/s1600/71769_10150305076080177_907270176_15560834_7607076_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofbarQ79I/AAAAAAAABqA/Xd-chqDXI0g/s400/71769_10150305076080177_907270176_15560834_7607076_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542276847310532562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking a little prego in this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16 weeks pregnant to be exact. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofbDqdI2I/AAAAAAAABp4/hYyLowwAVPE/s1600/150339_10150305074075177_907270176_15560794_7394100_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofbDqdI2I/AAAAAAAABp4/hYyLowwAVPE/s400/150339_10150305074075177_907270176_15560794_7394100_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542276841133122402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At our hotel there were these cute turtles and pretty fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We would come down and feed them. They were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so friendly. This hotel was absolutely stunning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofa0LjfwI/AAAAAAAABpw/BbMcKzqyfWM/s1600/74433_10150318804545177_907270176_15768504_6789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofa0LjfwI/AAAAAAAABpw/BbMcKzqyfWM/s400/74433_10150318804545177_907270176_15768504_6789_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542276836976983810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to lighten this picture some. This was the beach just outside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of our hotel. This was the last sunset before we left back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a great way to remember Mexico by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't mind doing another Mexico trip in the near future. :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-1871736054664038040?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1871736054664038040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=1871736054664038040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/1871736054664038040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/1871736054664038040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/mexico-part-2.html' title='Mexico Part 2'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TOofdLcqfoI/AAAAAAAABqQ/tS8hYhSDp5o/s72-c/148360_10150318798270177_907270176_15768401_5883841_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-403869104627183181</id><published>2010-11-02T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:10:38.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alysa's Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alysa and DJ on their new little bundle of joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpRrQdAIyI/AAAAAAAABn4/CvUcZPYPJFg/s1600/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpRrQdAIyI/AAAAAAAABn4/CvUcZPYPJFg/s400/IMG_1493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537828495398282018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must give Credit to Jessica on taking some beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures of my new little niece. We were in Mexico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and couldn't be their to see her in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad had Jess email him the pictures of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute baby and he forward them to me. I'm so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that we were able to see this little Angel. I just couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wait any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was 7 pounds 8 oz 20 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;born at 7:40AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is definitely a little doll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have seen her twice now. But I keep forgetting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to take pictures. Talk about my pregnancy brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lately. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158042337749755440-403869104627183181?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/403869104627183181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=403869104627183181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/403869104627183181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/403869104627183181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/alysas-baby.html' title='Alysa&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNpRrQdAIyI/AAAAAAAABn4/CvUcZPYPJFg/s72-c/IMG_1493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-7095555918805805828</id><published>2010-10-30T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:10:01.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNqpQ-MzXcI/AAAAAAAABpo/1Bb8k2_xW_o/s1600/IMG_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNqpQ-MzXcI/AAAAAAAABpo/1Bb8k2_xW_o/s400/IMG_1427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537924800845143490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Halloween... The time to dress up! The time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be something else. The time to have a little fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenton and I enjoyed this halloween. We didn't do much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just used some black hair spray for Kenton's hair. Then placed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little black make-up for the final touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went as a baseball player. Kenton went as something evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha Ha Ha! We were going to be some kind of vampires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then decided to go simple. I Love Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to go to mom's Ward Halloween Trunk or Treat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this year. It was fun to have the family there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sure missed having Alysa there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Gathered a bag of candy, bought a cheap bucket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and went. Those kids were so cute coming up and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saying "Trick or Treat". I was trying to be funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with some of them by saying "Trick or Treat, give you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something good to eat?" Majority of these kids laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved having My sis McKenzie help me for a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is super cute. I think the kids enjoyed our little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;puppy. I feel bad because he got his shots today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh! He did great though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to quickly add how sad I was that the lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we bought our puppy from told us he had his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first shots already. Only to find out that he didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She told us the clinic and they said they have no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;record of her doing that. Plus the doctor only had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a de-worm and getting it's tail docked. Those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were the only things he had at that doctor. Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH well... We got him super cheap anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had his last baby tooth pulled out. He was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;such a good boy. I know we brought Reilly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because of an allergy warning and he couldn't be left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alone for 48 hours. I'm so glad we brought him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to trunk or treat. The kids just LOVED him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite part of the day was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNqpQg7SkBI/AAAAAAAABpg/lo8YXLZ63Mg/s1600/100_3477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNqpQg7SkBI/AAAAAAAABpg/lo8YXLZ63Mg/s400/100_3477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537924792987062290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cute little Micky and Minnie mouse Niece's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are super adorable. The youngest one would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say "No Reilly, No!" They know he gets hyper with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them. I don't think they are used to having a puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around. Don't worry girls. I'm not either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm used to mellow older dogs. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that day we went home and finished packing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For our Mexico trip. We were up until 1 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;packing. I wanted to make sure we weren't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forgetting anything. Even though we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weren't going to be taking a whole lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so glad I took that picture of my phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of a picture off my digital camera of Kenton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I. I took it so I could  post it right away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on my phone to Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am super sad because... I left my Camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the shuttle in Mexico. Then we got our rental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;car. I was so out of it. I couldn't remember where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw it last. Well in Mexico if you leave something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's then considered it a gift or some kind of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;payment. Blah! I can't believe I left my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least I stole that picture off of it. :0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3158042337749755440-7095555918805805828?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7095555918805805828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=7095555918805805828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7095555918805805828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/7095555918805805828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TNqpQ-MzXcI/AAAAAAAABpo/1Bb8k2_xW_o/s72-c/IMG_1427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-3390337452529868623</id><published>2010-10-21T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:16:46.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Baby 14 Weeks pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TMCN5IVRV3I/AAAAAAAABmg/1FT0eJ8G4vk/s1600/lemon_baby_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TMCN5IVRV3I/AAAAAAAABmg/1FT0eJ8G4vk/s400/lemon_baby_love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530576355039729522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just read the most funniest thing this morning and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to share. I read that My baby is the size of a lemon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I hold my fist tight. I can see how big my baby is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always fun to see how big the baby grows in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;such a short amount of time. It's neat to see at 7 1/2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our little baby was the size of a gummy bear when we found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out. Now it's the size of a Lemon. So cute!!! I feel like i've slept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;majority of my 1st trimester. I'm so glad I was never really got sick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just REALLY tired all the time. It's bad, because I didn't feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like I accomplished much during that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Can you say "Baby hibernation",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's what I'm going to call it from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also read today that baby Jeffery is developing the roof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of it's little mouth inside. It's intestines are producing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meconium (it's waste that will make up the baby's first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bowel movement.) Makes me think I should probably go buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diapers. Then I could check that off my list of things to get. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The baby is sporting a downy coating of hair that keeps it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nice and warm. This makes me think of King Kong or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mighty Joe young. I have a little monkey in my tummy at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moment. I'm glad they are not born a hairy little baby. Even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though I have heard of some babies that are born VERY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hairy and they never get rid of it. That is one scary thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets just pray that doesn't happy to little baby Jeffery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy to read that baby fat is going to accumulate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over the next few months. That way the hair will start to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shed off as it starts getting that cute little baby rolls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the cute little baby fat all over the little one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kind of makes you want to cuddle with the little baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and give it plenty of kisses on it's cute little chubby cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes the Grandma's Want to kiss those lovable cheeks as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3158042337749755440-3390337452529868623?l=daisialifestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3390337452529868623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158042337749755440&amp;postID=3390337452529868623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3390337452529868623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158042337749755440/posts/default/3390337452529868623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisialifestory.blogspot.com/2010/10/lemon-baby-14-weeks-pregnant.html' title='Lemon Baby 14 Weeks pregnant'/><author><name>Daisia Lynne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TB-8KvaM89I/AAAAAAAABTg/tgMnZ1NWenY/S220/23468_1378154847010_1026031893_31121044_6412775_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TMCN5IVRV3I/AAAAAAAABmg/1FT0eJ8G4vk/s72-c/lemon_baby_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158042337749755440.post-6920382835657157112</id><published>2010-10-20T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:21:08.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TL_T0i9KP5I/AAAAAAAABmY/7omaqfwYZvI/s1600/CIMG2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k2CbZdKR2fE/TL_T0i9KP5I/AAAAAAAABmY/7omaqfwYZvI/s400/CIMG2860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530371767124246418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely little baby bump...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Lovely little lady lumps. LOL! Talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about showing a bump all of a sudden. I'm loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every little second of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Have to announce my "baby bump" and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait for it... I felt bubbles in my stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;three days ago. It's like a water pond in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my stomach, I did feel the baby move. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday I felt it move again. I do have to admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really didn't know what it was at first. I really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didn't know what to think about all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really didn't think that you could feel it this early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was was worried that my baby broke the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the next day it did the same thing again. I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to confirm from my sister if that is what it felt like when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the little one kicks. It is so different from what I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought it would feel like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just standing around before I got into bed and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a Random "KICK" comes from my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so weird and so cool all at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a little one swimming in my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it is more active right before I lay down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to go to sleep. This could be a bad thing if my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little one is a night owl. I wont get much sleep if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that keeps happening. I know I already have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;d
