tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35968620589990734822024-03-14T06:56:02.910-04:00Trey & Jami...WARNERJamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-38170849627889078302011-08-03T14:46:00.004-04:002011-08-03T14:58:50.626-04:007 Months Old TodayLast month flew by. I honestly don't know how it happened so fast but Indie is 7 months old already. She still won't roll over. Whatever, I still like her.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaqW2mCCIRZLaXNXzoMSeK5GFCx_BiL3kNMOCKL4-tThy5MjViLHZAMEOcNtAqkdkM0u1Xl-gOPTSPO9MnTZT01A2vd4t2Tu89D8YMAdbuaQ1l6ep1_MLT5v40Fso0owb5W2MrTRNQlc/s1600/IMG_1250.jpg"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIlkNjAy_P1Gd_g_ZEMC-MFNp8dSOaUNAphyphenhyphenWzItyDU08MZb9gwyB6M4moKDDHflANjslRhJtLKNAWL0pbFmjgCIYB4KiB2Y04UF4IAl3jm5hYBl7l11pehZwELgh4zBljQwtlWSHwQ4/s1600/IMG_1228.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIlkNjAy_P1Gd_g_ZEMC-MFNp8dSOaUNAphyphenhyphenWzItyDU08MZb9gwyB6M4moKDDHflANjslRhJtLKNAWL0pbFmjgCIYB4KiB2Y04UF4IAl3jm5hYBl7l11pehZwELgh4zBljQwtlWSHwQ4/s320/IMG_1228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636703852255298226" border="0" /></a>These two will be best friends someday. They're both already making an attempt so I can tell it's a step in the right direction.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaqW2mCCIRZLaXNXzoMSeK5GFCx_BiL3kNMOCKL4-tThy5MjViLHZAMEOcNtAqkdkM0u1Xl-gOPTSPO9MnTZT01A2vd4t2Tu89D8YMAdbuaQ1l6ep1_MLT5v40Fso0owb5W2MrTRNQlc/s1600/IMG_1250.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaqW2mCCIRZLaXNXzoMSeK5GFCx_BiL3kNMOCKL4-tThy5MjViLHZAMEOcNtAqkdkM0u1Xl-gOPTSPO9MnTZT01A2vd4t2Tu89D8YMAdbuaQ1l6ep1_MLT5v40Fso0owb5W2MrTRNQlc/s320/IMG_1250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636704202727441154" border="0" /></a>I am much too lazy to be a good blogger anymore. Where did my motivation go?Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-24058221433567091002011-07-18T16:18:00.002-04:002011-07-18T17:33:57.112-04:00My baby is chubbier than your babyIndie turned 6 months old a couple weeks ago and I am loving every second with her. She is the happiest, most content baby and I love hanging out with her and her squishy little body. I took a few pictures of her and ended up getting only one good one. She is always so smiley but as soon as I pulled out the camera this time, she pulled out the stink face.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5jVgL8Y-evBZQ8j9Lfyz6z6-Q2UQAVkWKk_rVszPzPJoQ4DksZN9TNRdg-06jUq8t3bIB9bFxpP9EMK_OAsJHh6h8zHpFNCAQYi1_3HHPlT_YFm7VUJ56aVembo1_W9d2c8xsjn7lfY/s1600/IMG_1169.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5jVgL8Y-evBZQ8j9Lfyz6z6-Q2UQAVkWKk_rVszPzPJoQ4DksZN9TNRdg-06jUq8t3bIB9bFxpP9EMK_OAsJHh6h8zHpFNCAQYi1_3HHPlT_YFm7VUJ56aVembo1_W9d2c8xsjn7lfY/s320/IMG_1169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630790375897511826" border="0" /></a>Here she is loosening up a bit...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtAP2U2WGTrNqv822g3SWlWzHcP10ZURa13dBEYjL_YQkvUM0RjrLj-k4BdGOVhk7fHNunRbnETJeOfn-k9LXFIBBTN9FsHpA4NPBhq9n939lbevqag37Vb4xaXjS3ZJ4jzVpGTD6DZE/s1600/IMG_1160.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtAP2U2WGTrNqv822g3SWlWzHcP10ZURa13dBEYjL_YQkvUM0RjrLj-k4BdGOVhk7fHNunRbnETJeOfn-k9LXFIBBTN9FsHpA4NPBhq9n939lbevqag37Vb4xaXjS3ZJ4jzVpGTD6DZE/s320/IMG_1160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630790371460835394" border="0" /></a>And I have about 15 more that look like this...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHaSeYnLAOC5OaCVzlJNfReKnpkpaPQKZS9NrE9N6AOAg4QN61Dwz-cy3_Os5eQuEsnAqNOxnOORHiSy6Ui7xQmKYGoA480P2iEgp2UMFvkRMEJBq439ikApQKFDH_zfaTS_a4eAVynk/s1600/IMG_1165.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHaSeYnLAOC5OaCVzlJNfReKnpkpaPQKZS9NrE9N6AOAg4QN61Dwz-cy3_Os5eQuEsnAqNOxnOORHiSy6Ui7xQmKYGoA480P2iEgp2UMFvkRMEJBq439ikApQKFDH_zfaTS_a4eAVynk/s320/IMG_1165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630790357525090562" border="0" /></a>She wasn't upset or anything so I thought it was hilarious that this is how she chose to look at the camera.<br /><br />I still have no news to report about her rolling over or sitting up, but she is enjoying some solid foods now and sleeping great unswaddled, praise the heavens above. She also has two teeth now that poked through about a week before she hit 6 months. I love them except when she bites me and makes me bleed...my own fault, I know.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTop6pvGQ2_4lGO4TzrfNYVZXRmYuh3zG75eKtO1b38JGS1q9ug4rc8Fvbpy5viZ8qsVgHWS8GlCYXFBRfSN3kyizK8wV4Chv0yZdzawd9fMfHfLhDznS6WfTjijIy4p2jWrjMUh-diQ/s1600/IMG_1153.jpg"><br /></a>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-33574946360462965402011-06-03T21:02:00.005-04:002011-06-03T21:32:58.564-04:005 months old!This little darling hit the 5 month mark today and I don't really feel like much has changed since month 4 except that she's sleeping through the night much better now and has probably packed on a little more chub. Actually I take that back. She's finally grabbing at toys and trying to eat them and sucks on her fingers every chance she gets. It's nice because sometimes she can even put her pacifier back in her mouth. I guess where I feel she hasn't really changed much is in the physical development, as in no rolling over, no straightening her legs and trying to stand. Just still kinda being a big baby blob. But a cute one at least.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvD3mcCOkx6leBumr0RfozOPidprxduc8R_gOnmWZFU5izVfYgIf96UUKEZlSu98HxPoIGCeykZ83AomWfFTtMHM1KlCb_24lvBa4tnRxL2nlb4JAdrCJSw4ZqJzUnldTWBTsBrVOhrgE/s1600/IMG_1035.JPG"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdncpRv6eFHArSAszNTGEdi68c2gbBRWzX_kWfGy-CQ7B2JEDXNL8zPB0mexQ-Or2LJyEOgm_KbC70R0Z7TGP_Xeo1WxzE4BstE4RQ_q-o2uhZBdkoqC3NMa8FJbKJectdSYpAEdmCvU/s1600/IMG_0983.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdncpRv6eFHArSAszNTGEdi68c2gbBRWzX_kWfGy-CQ7B2JEDXNL8zPB0mexQ-Or2LJyEOgm_KbC70R0Z7TGP_Xeo1WxzE4BstE4RQ_q-o2uhZBdkoqC3NMa8FJbKJectdSYpAEdmCvU/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166362558571650" border="0" /></a>She does drool much more now so that's fun! Luckily it's not so bad that she needs a bib or anything. We've been going to the pool a lot lately and when I hold her up against me she always has to suck on my shoulder. I think it's so cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXafs4BpzF9kq6pwuBdp6QYpfz83gVDUHjD58ctyn3AR2dEwHI8bgSt8yZriVtyTS0ID7OcM7P2cKUE4XGm7jy1Y4qb5nqdOsFUnOEE54sYWDVv-qtAz1XknocTF6nny0VZakC2fZQS0/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXafs4BpzF9kq6pwuBdp6QYpfz83gVDUHjD58ctyn3AR2dEwHI8bgSt8yZriVtyTS0ID7OcM7P2cKUE4XGm7jy1Y4qb5nqdOsFUnOEE54sYWDVv-qtAz1XknocTF6nny0VZakC2fZQS0/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166370191909890" border="0" /></a>These are her two favorite fingers. Usually it's just the pointer, but every now and again the middle finger gets lucky enough to be in there too. Definitely not a thumb sucker.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvD3mcCOkx6leBumr0RfozOPidprxduc8R_gOnmWZFU5izVfYgIf96UUKEZlSu98HxPoIGCeykZ83AomWfFTtMHM1KlCb_24lvBa4tnRxL2nlb4JAdrCJSw4ZqJzUnldTWBTsBrVOhrgE/s1600/IMG_1035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvD3mcCOkx6leBumr0RfozOPidprxduc8R_gOnmWZFU5izVfYgIf96UUKEZlSu98HxPoIGCeykZ83AomWfFTtMHM1KlCb_24lvBa4tnRxL2nlb4JAdrCJSw4ZqJzUnldTWBTsBrVOhrgE/s320/IMG_1035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166379395645794" border="0" /></a>Indie used to be super squealy, but in the last few weeks she has toned it way down. Now, it's almost as if she's taking everything in and just more content. At the pool, she doesn't get super excited, she just chills. And when we walk around the complex in the Bjorn, I wouldn't even know she was there if the extra weight wasn't digging into my shoulders. It's really bizarre to me how quiet she can be! That's all for now, I guess. Just a little Indie update for those who care, which you all should.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-1195755165966162322011-06-03T09:09:00.003-04:002011-06-03T09:16:30.102-04:00It feels good to give!In the last week, we have found out that Clara will have to undergo at least 6-8 months of treatment. As if that's not awful enough, the hospital is two hours from her home, which doesn't make it any easier on my brother and his family. Cameron, my brother in law, called me last week to see what I thought about getting some wristbands together to support Clara and keep the fundraisers going. Well guess what?? They are here and ready to be sold!! Click on the link below to go get yourself one!<br /><br /><a href="http://loveforclara.bbnow.org/">Love For Clara Link</a>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-60489210382098206682011-05-25T10:31:00.004-04:002011-05-25T11:09:53.875-04:00Love for ClaraThis is Clara. She is 2 years old. She is my brother's youngest child. Two days ago she was diagnosed with high risk Neuroblastoma cancer. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFSJbe0JUKVIQXrE_-Tk3-7Q2Qe_yPEizO1-QkNxnRapQLUnJDifZWYPftTX3o3dXqZDMFgPa1kbC74pUIOwEOm5FSTrhJQwobJ1nc1asrUGVHx-JZT-VuNpdhK6Urf9DS7vZCNi8h14/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-05-23+at+9.15.15+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFSJbe0JUKVIQXrE_-Tk3-7Q2Qe_yPEizO1-QkNxnRapQLUnJDifZWYPftTX3o3dXqZDMFgPa1kbC74pUIOwEOm5FSTrhJQwobJ1nc1asrUGVHx-JZT-VuNpdhK6Urf9DS7vZCNi8h14/s320/Screen+shot+2011-05-23+at+9.15.15+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610661459688907458" border="0" /></a>She is currently in the hospital undergoing many tests to really find out what she is up against and it seems that each test result brings more bad news. About 3 weeks ago, Clara started getting sick and the doctors thought she had strep. After the antibiotics failed to work, they questioned whether it really was strep. Clara was in a lot of pain and was having a hard time even walking, along with trouble breathing. They finally decided to take her to a hospital in Spokane, where they discovered the cancer, first around her kidneys, then in her leg, now on deep eye sockets, sinuses, and behind her eyes. Today she is having another bone scan done and then a biopsy on the tumor around her kidney. I'm receiving most of my updates through Facebook, thanks to my brother's sister-in-laws, but comments like these are just breaking my heart:<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody"><br />"Clara is in a lot of pain. They are having to give her morphine sooner than she is scheduled for it. As soon as she saw all of the presents and goodies from her friends, her face lit up and she wanted to hold the toys and dolls.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody">"<br /><br />"Clara is sleeping and Brian is holding her hand. She opened her eyes for a moment and said, "Thank you Daddy." My mom said she has been saying similar things to the nurses and doctors."<br /><br />From my brother, Brian: "</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody">You'd think we'd be better at this after what happened with Carson, but this seems so much harder."<br /><br />That's the next thing. This sweet family has been through this before with their second son. When Carson was about 6 months old, they found a brain tumor and operated on it a little while later. I remember his head was so swollen after that surgery, but luckily they got it all and he is the most angelic boy you will ever meet now.<br /><br />Less than two months ago, Clara and her family came to stay with us in Utah. They live in Washington so I don't get to see them much. Before this trip, I really didn't know Clara too well, but she made a huge impression on me in a short amount of time. Within ten minutes of being in my house, she ran up to Walter, only to realize that he was an actual living dog, so she turned and ran away screaming. Every time I put Indie in her swing, Clara was right there to help push it, usually much too hard :) When her cousin Cash was being whiney, Clara took it upon herself to discipline him by shaking her pointer finger at him. When we went to Kangaroo Zoo, which is a children's play place with tons of bouncy toys, Clara really loved the biggest slide. She would come up to me and back up into me so I would pick her up and take her down it. This happened time after time.<br /><br />A fundraiser has been set up on Clara's behalf, as she has a long road ahead of chemotherapy, radiation and many other things a small child should never have to go through. Many have already donated that don't even know her, which means so much to my family. I'm adding a link to the fundraiser so that if you are able, you can donate as well. Thank you in advance.<br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://goo.gl/bxsam"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Click here to help Clara</span></a>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-64675717682923917922011-05-21T13:46:00.010-04:002011-05-21T17:06:41.729-04:00Bored on a SaturdayIt is 85 degrees outside right now and so beautiful but I am stuck inside while Indie naps so I thought I'd be a good little blogger for the time being. Our days out here in Charlotte are much like the movie Groundhog Day...same routine every day with slight variations if we are motivated enough. I usually have no idea what day it is, which doesn't even matter since all the days are the same. Somehow 5 1/2 weeks have flown by and Indie is growing like a weed!<br /><br />We spent our first few weeks relearning how to sleep because apparently she forgot when we changed time zones. I have read so many sleep books but one was recommended to me by a friend, called The Baby Sleep Solution, and it is, by far, the best one out there. It claims to have your baby sleeping 12 hours by 12 weeks old, but I can't vouch for that since I started when Indie was around 17 weeks. I'm already excited to train our next baby!<br /><br />I've been snipping away at Indie's hair lately because it's starting to look so retarded. She rocks herself to sleep by moving her head from side to side over and over, which means she is rubbing all her hair off. If it weren't for all her hair on the top, her and my dad would have the same hairstyle. I took the clippers to the back of her head last night just to even things up a bit and it looks much better. Sad that she's making herself go bald but I guess it was inevitable.<br /><br />Indie giggled for her first time on Mother's Day and it hasn't happened since. You could tell while it was happening that she was confused and had no idea what was coming out of her mouth. It lasted for about 30 seconds and that's the last we've seen of that. She mostly just squeals all the time. I can get her squealing just by making the noise and she will mimic me until she gets bored. Speaking of bored, you may never meet a baby that gets bored quicker than Indie. We are constantly switching up the activities because she will definitely let you know she's over it.<br /><br />We did a mini photo session today that only lasted about 5 minutes and you can see by the end of it that she was done.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3_5KUI4yIm3iDBlJzqEkf721vOLqDDHCBlWTH3cYwu-NAE6iyP3SHF7Zu__sWkQWgEb1FfSaGY7jdCuMZtiY_peJUslIjKlbgJa7SRYRQk5egVj913VGZcX7Tk3st7-7nYlDgB0Yoho/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3_5KUI4yIm3iDBlJzqEkf721vOLqDDHCBlWTH3cYwu-NAE6iyP3SHF7Zu__sWkQWgEb1FfSaGY7jdCuMZtiY_peJUslIjKlbgJa7SRYRQk5egVj913VGZcX7Tk3st7-7nYlDgB0Yoho/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609230895803768066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPtQRglwQs0y0_BQ2QaB4kFxHTgd3PTHTSd9XhvcQ_5qi1k6gWAXvLMxf-EKdYAsDuSmzp-cNAcDosNr_bpCk44xn0ikm5ap_31gPlVQa_2G2d6Ca3fV-vEYr1bJD9EzJaWmipUuEfRc/s1600/IMG_0873.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPtQRglwQs0y0_BQ2QaB4kFxHTgd3PTHTSd9XhvcQ_5qi1k6gWAXvLMxf-EKdYAsDuSmzp-cNAcDosNr_bpCk44xn0ikm5ap_31gPlVQa_2G2d6Ca3fV-vEYr1bJD9EzJaWmipUuEfRc/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609230677355230290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMRMVXrSUbh69izpBfUrS3nx3Ey4Ok53WDAFnZr2UaQEuND2_ZhblZJ_fN-ux3hge-RWiZD2YviQQJ2nSR9pwKvW2b8Rr2RbZOxCM4ZGoH9aThNKUqw89IO0SXafoEZpErrdyVU5U2Bw/s1600/IMG_0883.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMRMVXrSUbh69izpBfUrS3nx3Ey4Ok53WDAFnZr2UaQEuND2_ZhblZJ_fN-ux3hge-RWiZD2YviQQJ2nSR9pwKvW2b8Rr2RbZOxCM4ZGoH9aThNKUqw89IO0SXafoEZpErrdyVU5U2Bw/s320/IMG_0883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609230475883089442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn1yur52hjyXMC57epVpd5hTTuqnUb0VhzBpOaGh9RK5Kd1qn4qBEvqPCxD8s5XpjbBVMhR3EZ00ucy6WvtHHDrOKDv1abStZnhwYYy7mwDCGjs7PFcOC5eaPUs00oXJbJBmPhu4IA_cw/s1600/IMG_0889.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn1yur52hjyXMC57epVpd5hTTuqnUb0VhzBpOaGh9RK5Kd1qn4qBEvqPCxD8s5XpjbBVMhR3EZ00ucy6WvtHHDrOKDv1abStZnhwYYy7mwDCGjs7PFcOC5eaPUs00oXJbJBmPhu4IA_cw/s320/IMG_0889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609230149908247026" border="0" /></a>Geez, how many rolls can you count on those arms?!<br /><br />I'm realizing that my blog is mostly consisting of Indie these days but I guess that's to be expected when a baby comes along and consumes your whole life. I absolutely love being a mom to this little one and get more excited everyday as she gets bigger. Some moms are sad to see their kids grow up, but I love it because she's able to interact with us more and more and that's way more fun than boring baby blob. Is that mean? Don't get me wrong, newborns are precious, but I enjoy the growing up part much more!Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-25064176772418588112011-05-05T20:59:00.002-04:002011-05-05T21:28:58.327-04:004 Months Old!For Indie's 4 month old birthday, she got a double chin, two thunder thighs and some roly poly biceps. Oh, and let's not forget calves that pretty much fold over her ankles. You'd never know this was a low birth weight baby, that's for sure. Trey and I both feel like she's totally chunked out since we moved out to Charlotte, which was just over 3 weeks ago. I just love squishing all that chub. And go ahead and judge me, I pierced her ears.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZYhuLh7qEqy870yBLzdR8XawTkNXY085YzS-zS54FU9TXiVS34R3y1Jbnu81V6-zLojcCDNjGu0-bGWztHym3mnAnoQrQdkQ24y9wAd0zlPbNhN1IV2401_c8Sm0HUkmnx5mVQNG4b8/s1600/IMG_0654.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZYhuLh7qEqy870yBLzdR8XawTkNXY085YzS-zS54FU9TXiVS34R3y1Jbnu81V6-zLojcCDNjGu0-bGWztHym3mnAnoQrQdkQ24y9wAd0zlPbNhN1IV2401_c8Sm0HUkmnx5mVQNG4b8/s320/IMG_0654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603403042275237650" border="0" /></a>At her 4 month appointment, she weighed in at 13lbs even and 24 inches long. I don't remember the percentages because this doctor out here doesn't really get specific, just does ranges. I think her head was in the 10-25th percentile. That's too big of a range for me to take them seriously with anything. My favorite part about her appointment was when the doctor asked me how much time she is spending on her tummy. I was proud to report that she can stand it about 6 minutes a day now, real improvement! The doctor then went on to tell me that she should be on her tummy for 3 hours a day. I just laughed. No way in H-E double hockey sticks that that will ever happen.<br /><br />Since moving out here, Indie has backtracked a little on her night sleeping so we are in the process of fixing that as soon as possible. My eyes burn all day long as my night's sleep has likewise backtracked. Aside from that, she's smiling all the time now and loves squealing and kicking her legs to Ellen. She gets the whole kitchen wet when I bathe her because she just loves to kick those legs. She absolutely hates riding in the car, I think because she needs constant entertainment and staring at the back of the car is not that cool. My rotator cuff is frequently sore from reaching back and putting her binky in her mouth. Needless to say, I now hate riding in the car too. Notice a pattern? If Indie doesn't do it or doesn't like it, neither does mom.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-56528550284355524952011-04-28T12:02:00.003-04:002011-04-28T12:08:35.460-04:00So behind! 3 months old...25 days ago!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjEVHYHOoB5chDhc_W_t_xWVF6cTsjawaIqGE5MiqhNC92HgT8bgHpVQTpqZM_nQMoJyKOaUwlqBmKnhww2fOfqoemLfU2b9pmH7Zmu8JuV28ZlkAcyo0TLwcW4JHWQyEEJLJkndswAE/s1600/IMG_0526.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjEVHYHOoB5chDhc_W_t_xWVF6cTsjawaIqGE5MiqhNC92HgT8bgHpVQTpqZM_nQMoJyKOaUwlqBmKnhww2fOfqoemLfU2b9pmH7Zmu8JuV28ZlkAcyo0TLwcW4JHWQyEEJLJkndswAE/s320/IMG_0526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600666531767894354" border="0" /></a>This little one is not so little anymore. Things have been crazy busy so I haven't had a chance to update. Since I'm nearly a month behind, I'm just going to skip the last month and leave you with a photo of her at 3 months. She'll be 4 months next Tuesday so we'll fill you in on her life sometime around then.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-5364763575326076302011-03-08T21:26:00.003-05:002011-03-08T21:53:56.491-05:002 Months Old!I'm a little devastated because my computer crashed last week and of course I hadn't backed it up since Indie was born so all the pictures of her birth up until now are gone. I'm hanging onto the slight hope that my bro-in-law can recover those photos so we'll see. Anyway, Indie had her 2 month check up today and she weighed in at exactly 10lbs and 22in. She's in the 29th percentile for her weight, 37th for her height, and 11th for her head...still a small little thing, but from where she started I think she's pretty big. I think she looks bigger than she really is because much of the weight has resided in her cheeks. Just like her mama, the first sign of weight gain goes straight to her face. She is really a good baby and sleeps anywhere from 5-7 hours at night. I have been pumping for the last 2 months since she struggled a little with nursing in the beginning, but last week I tried nursing her for the first time since her first week of life and she picked it up so easily. Definitely the backwards way to do things and I don't know if anyone has done that before, but it seems to work for us and I'm stoked about it. She also seems to be a happier baby. She was originally the gruntiest baby you've ever heard, but ever since nursing she has toned it way down. I'm guessing maybe there are less air bubbles in her belly, but what do I know. Here are some pictures of this sweet thang...<br /><br />Starting to smile all the time now...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVETetAefWR06PL1RZZEUqQTcnJaVtHFLFYS1z8iM3mMibIiQEvrodvd9SyCzl9ayYNslY5k55t9vLWhMr9ng0THayYz9fuAVZfXu-41Iq1KbDYUHpMVwaIsIB8WxfD5hAVc6xvAh88oI/s1600/IMG_0411.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVETetAefWR06PL1RZZEUqQTcnJaVtHFLFYS1z8iM3mMibIiQEvrodvd9SyCzl9ayYNslY5k55t9vLWhMr9ng0THayYz9fuAVZfXu-41Iq1KbDYUHpMVwaIsIB8WxfD5hAVc6xvAh88oI/s320/IMG_0411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581904182368726786" border="0" /></a>Walter has yet to care one bit about this new person in our home, but I'm positive they'll be best buds before too long (this is just about the closest he has come in proximity to her)...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDapHF1hGh0PffIJgRX0AmkfALsDo4kgXx5FwQXdym2mhwssapeUHff-s7DcKmGrAdksXGabfZmE_eOKR8PMfaz1ELSK2OCDKLQxQ3X4n1x_2kNLnz7c83XHfHlrhTxt5-QXmvt7UHy4/s1600/IMG_0356.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDapHF1hGh0PffIJgRX0AmkfALsDo4kgXx5FwQXdym2mhwssapeUHff-s7DcKmGrAdksXGabfZmE_eOKR8PMfaz1ELSK2OCDKLQxQ3X4n1x_2kNLnz7c83XHfHlrhTxt5-QXmvt7UHy4/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581904173874638002" border="0" /></a>Indie loves to be talked to and tries so hard to talk back...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVlsqqOedeCM58ocS7xuH6w-INI_JhbnqV9YMJQ1_b4NPc56m1_ZQUlGq1GGBZmf8Fnl8z-qpnYW0azFaXO5e9NRX-6cg_wx0jZAYcVBK5hLOb-gLfyUlJpLwwzAlizVMn4td6euunAk/s1600/IMG_0315.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVlsqqOedeCM58ocS7xuH6w-INI_JhbnqV9YMJQ1_b4NPc56m1_ZQUlGq1GGBZmf8Fnl8z-qpnYW0azFaXO5e9NRX-6cg_wx0jZAYcVBK5hLOb-gLfyUlJpLwwzAlizVMn4td6euunAk/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581904168740636194" border="0" /></a>In other news, we will be living in North Carolina for the summer and will be leaving April 13th to head out there. Trey loves to choose the farthest areas for our summer residency, but strangely enough, I love the hot humidity and we always get lucky with that on the east coast.<br /><br />I should have Indie's birth announcements tomorrow so if you'd like one and don't think I'd have your address you can email it to me...jwoo42@hotmail.comJamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-83415206568431850632011-01-17T16:55:00.003-05:002011-01-17T17:00:53.984-05:00Gosh, she's beautifulWe are so in love with this little girl.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHET3ztXSG69OUTyC2yrqhvKkBz2RmBWckAI6StVNolzwXNX8tcvXGCtYDhB5g1hPbuT05nQ0mgSgBpbe_jsnw6oaQvQRS8E35bvjn_JUebQV8GvUhLYK0vyw_BWsZQcrpcCztxkZQ3jc/s1600/164764_626255282590_35901244_35417384_2025436_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHET3ztXSG69OUTyC2yrqhvKkBz2RmBWckAI6StVNolzwXNX8tcvXGCtYDhB5g1hPbuT05nQ0mgSgBpbe_jsnw6oaQvQRS8E35bvjn_JUebQV8GvUhLYK0vyw_BWsZQcrpcCztxkZQ3jc/s320/164764_626255282590_35901244_35417384_2025436_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563277071527381730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTg4El_h0qGR0HfNPLRWYr5v7RrMHbmRTvqaHdh7Qwt70lKL9Zl7n5haGYtdXAtY66-czO21kp7rDtcc1deOWy46TKamIT-qUZZB9t4mSLh9Cbn_3NiCXpiJjawOa5Vq0bgniIevuPtrQ/s1600/164146_626255352450_35901244_35417387_3894006_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTg4El_h0qGR0HfNPLRWYr5v7RrMHbmRTvqaHdh7Qwt70lKL9Zl7n5haGYtdXAtY66-czO21kp7rDtcc1deOWy46TKamIT-qUZZB9t4mSLh9Cbn_3NiCXpiJjawOa5Vq0bgniIevuPtrQ/s320/164146_626255352450_35901244_35417387_3894006_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563277066669661666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMWUcHE-IiDCk54IprcjN2q9o9Tz2tKl6ACUogmkSLFoXWbItdQscPuA8hAGBgGdNhIJJ6Z1GNHASzOwItzEoUbcP649TFub0tRiv_EsnlSQoH2TJscdTw5wayCOeHPbTFzAwys9FU5ys/s1600/162596_626255402350_35901244_35417390_7424276_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMWUcHE-IiDCk54IprcjN2q9o9Tz2tKl6ACUogmkSLFoXWbItdQscPuA8hAGBgGdNhIJJ6Z1GNHASzOwItzEoUbcP649TFub0tRiv_EsnlSQoH2TJscdTw5wayCOeHPbTFzAwys9FU5ys/s320/162596_626255402350_35901244_35417390_7424276_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563277066100318706" border="0" /></a>And we like Bri, too, for taking her pictures...and for many other reasons :)Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-44477083861214295932011-01-13T20:30:00.002-05:002011-01-13T20:37:12.394-05:00A little sneak peek!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPZTyxweGtS0UQbtS6HqsOTHUWkwQWqJ_oEnkndoyGGzafXs0L7aNl47jpywL0bvzIjfaHo5VM8f8UIPXKwqCxb1a78i9FbIN7kuPNW217i965HR4qpCVegM9W0q0VIQEmbZ4avkrgyI/s1600/Indie-39bw.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPZTyxweGtS0UQbtS6HqsOTHUWkwQWqJ_oEnkndoyGGzafXs0L7aNl47jpywL0bvzIjfaHo5VM8f8UIPXKwqCxb1a78i9FbIN7kuPNW217i965HR4qpCVegM9W0q0VIQEmbZ4avkrgyI/s320/Indie-39bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561848309759366610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6rnl7qhn2a5sBESmomU8yeOPrrl5RpmA_Aph6pAHD2PoRK1oML06aPlo2o0CJbJgFrb4WaLdKDyoFOtAj-7vxVA8sv3JGnnUoKhjBkonhoexMoQcRTNdiSMyCuxoJjD18WK60hvJs00/s1600/Indie-10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6rnl7qhn2a5sBESmomU8yeOPrrl5RpmA_Aph6pAHD2PoRK1oML06aPlo2o0CJbJgFrb4WaLdKDyoFOtAj-7vxVA8sv3JGnnUoKhjBkonhoexMoQcRTNdiSMyCuxoJjD18WK60hvJs00/s320/Indie-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561848302897741234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgddjKjVw5YLpzR1WiOrU8CtKlOBAJ3M74A5YMybGrE2U_ZjUITx02NWnKv7D423mhaOhlbOrtRCWAb6jJ5z6TE6BZ9QUfQAE5-Ix_d5CcRXul_5w6PLqKik32ZVGx5PIzlkRaoFZVsn8I/s1600/Indie-32.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgddjKjVw5YLpzR1WiOrU8CtKlOBAJ3M74A5YMybGrE2U_ZjUITx02NWnKv7D423mhaOhlbOrtRCWAb6jJ5z6TE6BZ9QUfQAE5-Ix_d5CcRXul_5w6PLqKik32ZVGx5PIzlkRaoFZVsn8I/s320/Indie-32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561848298081942882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe0pt73a1YgxnMSNgF5acvlXWIbLpxKiiG7cSIkgD-MALCWL1dYIyxpamsXhFGAf_MeRDv3goSpNVJI7Q8IFaxzbRFSHVexHVt-4nWNQ9z3X9xOlmTuGT_1QS5oQ4_LDtLc7F2YgmhnRc/s1600/Indie-35.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe0pt73a1YgxnMSNgF5acvlXWIbLpxKiiG7cSIkgD-MALCWL1dYIyxpamsXhFGAf_MeRDv3goSpNVJI7Q8IFaxzbRFSHVexHVt-4nWNQ9z3X9xOlmTuGT_1QS5oQ4_LDtLc7F2YgmhnRc/s320/Indie-35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561848294589414402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPy5sgL5PUZu-2oCG-IVTHTo4C_dZaRF3Yvn7VpLkgBNWeiI8UksW3CQZXD8QAUhQ-PY7UcsiOvHl5tVn_Sj4GtpyNXwn8n6mrb7eXq1ifFlLZI9m8JBhg6BwVgcbEBn-bU1H3ms7ou_g/s1600/Indie-37bw.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPy5sgL5PUZu-2oCG-IVTHTo4C_dZaRF3Yvn7VpLkgBNWeiI8UksW3CQZXD8QAUhQ-PY7UcsiOvHl5tVn_Sj4GtpyNXwn8n6mrb7eXq1ifFlLZI9m8JBhg6BwVgcbEBn-bU1H3ms7ou_g/s320/Indie-37bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561848296100717682" border="0" /></a><a href="http://briandadam.blogspot.com/">Bri </a>did a great job taking pictures of our little princess and family. You can see more on her blog if you want!Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-52227207318486591272011-01-11T22:06:00.007-05:002011-01-11T23:44:31.213-05:00Here she is...Indie Lyn Warner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzcKH4RxHkalCN6OivRIKs3ox23fcq2K3RUedC0usdmm-qnPBFm839ja97E9ud-LvEqUs_nGG3zO8QmEDcp4np2WJfhyeR2kgF0IKDB2eXdU5shJIq6IzHHkioJNaJwNkkYFlo-1jmJc/s1600/Indie6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzcKH4RxHkalCN6OivRIKs3ox23fcq2K3RUedC0usdmm-qnPBFm839ja97E9ud-LvEqUs_nGG3zO8QmEDcp4np2WJfhyeR2kgF0IKDB2eXdU5shJIq6IzHHkioJNaJwNkkYFlo-1jmJc/s320/Indie6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561147569783367698" border="0" /></a>On Monday morning (January 3), I woke up at 2am to my water breaking. We went to the hospital about two hours later and the nurse told me I was barely dilated to a 1. Awesome! After three hours of no progress and being hooked up to many monitors (Indie's heart rate kept dropping), they gave me some Pitocin to try to get things moving. That also caused her heart rate to drop so my doctor told me we were in for a long day and Indie might not arrive until the following morning. However, Indie kicked it into high gear and I was fully dilated just 5 hours later. What a blessing! This is Trey and I right before they gave me the go-ahead to start pushing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGZS5fwuUHvPLYphlUwW8aajtRWWce036hZ6-uAU3uK1UNKEMlys8xinf1JhHtijeZtcy6jeYpAhgI1aDILzD2D5lb80zbHmFhOwUhAEW2WjsANF1qai8dRnBmtjwpPs3mfMwYVEd0Ng/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGZS5fwuUHvPLYphlUwW8aajtRWWce036hZ6-uAU3uK1UNKEMlys8xinf1JhHtijeZtcy6jeYpAhgI1aDILzD2D5lb80zbHmFhOwUhAEW2WjsANF1qai8dRnBmtjwpPs3mfMwYVEd0Ng/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561146170317033346" border="0" /></a>I hate to be that person but I seriously pushed for 15 minutes tops and Indie flew out of me. Everyone kinda jumped back because she came out so unexpectedly fast. They had many nurses in the room waiting for her since they weren't sure what her condition would be once she came out with all the heart rate droppage, but luckily they didn't need to be used at all. The little girl was absolutely perfect, weighing in at 5lbs 7 oz, 19 inches long. Here's my team of amazing people that helped bring Indie into the world...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8el_NYNwq59rFS0AViFfOkpCKPl_RZR99q7qh0ygD3DQS5CFIkLwueMps_XFEqFOt_iIqTkCyQjJPlueWp64aqpdhGyIp8Z0fN2Wy4RX_H5255sFJnxF9M5aVaNxFR_VRq1GxytF3Wk/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8el_NYNwq59rFS0AViFfOkpCKPl_RZR99q7qh0ygD3DQS5CFIkLwueMps_XFEqFOt_iIqTkCyQjJPlueWp64aqpdhGyIp8Z0fN2Wy4RX_H5255sFJnxF9M5aVaNxFR_VRq1GxytF3Wk/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561146162044715730" border="0" /></a>When they let me hold her, she was wide awake and staring right at me. They kept her extremely bundled because she was so tiny and they said she had no fat on her to keep her warm.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhareSBGVZjs_T4VTnwRRuG_0wjHBWh2mYRYEngVHGp1GXeZ6Tw0DdQ1CpTD1e1RtUW-Fpjtrv-uYJQnE4r2uZ1P3Nfl_hRG520Uu6Atb_PDWBeFiHZM_6ntkyZt0ePBYDZioLf2xQaHCc/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhareSBGVZjs_T4VTnwRRuG_0wjHBWh2mYRYEngVHGp1GXeZ6Tw0DdQ1CpTD1e1RtUW-Fpjtrv-uYJQnE4r2uZ1P3Nfl_hRG520Uu6Atb_PDWBeFiHZM_6ntkyZt0ePBYDZioLf2xQaHCc/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561144932635510930" border="0" /></a>She got to wear this sweet hat the whole time in the hospital to help keep her temperature up. I thought it was pretty funny since it was so huge, but she didn't seem to mind.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxX-zZsJtahIymVSBhLzfPbmqB_ehkgmObhFnbWKG2KAGSyfDnn1bN-OjrDvO4KU2zEMyLfPzcRsw765o-rxBI-gTRZ51Bk3S1DtuONZM8CvADh9MLC_toJJS3DzaDsdDOvDEmS5-wPU/s1600/DSCN1208.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxX-zZsJtahIymVSBhLzfPbmqB_ehkgmObhFnbWKG2KAGSyfDnn1bN-OjrDvO4KU2zEMyLfPzcRsw765o-rxBI-gTRZ51Bk3S1DtuONZM8CvADh9MLC_toJJS3DzaDsdDOvDEmS5-wPU/s320/DSCN1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561147565506292802" border="0" /></a>The proud father holding his little girl, who looks very much like him!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-JQUx6EptH0tNzwMcH6auHY0CDw5IsngrWwVfSFGurJlpKzXQcF0XqVm-QkYoj7OQQrL5lVqBYlLLGqB2MNU_HgQOw08zMgov9kuPDQGn2CPChp8uSXwLmxmPEHxvmeOGDm-FjNUeW4/s1600/DSCN1212.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-JQUx6EptH0tNzwMcH6auHY0CDw5IsngrWwVfSFGurJlpKzXQcF0XqVm-QkYoj7OQQrL5lVqBYlLLGqB2MNU_HgQOw08zMgov9kuPDQGn2CPChp8uSXwLmxmPEHxvmeOGDm-FjNUeW4/s320/DSCN1212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561147563096405442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">When</span> she is awake, she is very awake and alert. We don't get to see this too often, but every now and again she will shock us and stay up for nearly an hour.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGgi2BCQJiZGtUSSVMVogxegDJiMjZKufCDI5eqNyYJj-Yu2vTDQ86itmLg1Tq2PvMCGFA_0ipm0Dk8D1hoYFIMiy0h4DbPIDb9nufakheYqxqC1XsK_fQDvUSzQpquPZcvezNoPiCr4/s1600/IMG_0180.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGgi2BCQJiZGtUSSVMVogxegDJiMjZKufCDI5eqNyYJj-Yu2vTDQ86itmLg1Tq2PvMCGFA_0ipm0Dk8D1hoYFIMiy0h4DbPIDb9nufakheYqxqC1XsK_fQDvUSzQpquPZcvezNoPiCr4/s320/IMG_0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561144611812444130" border="0" /></a>I just don't think this picture does justice to show how small this little thing is. She doesn't fill out anything, including her own skin. It's so loose on her body, it's hilarious!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwZulWPfTLbWs0dXFcrhwA3KIFTRSpw5m7bcmQF-x57JiIsPaDkTHbm56JGYAayf-EepavdxbHIg3fYuC-udNFjm9MZ8M0A9-unBjP7PyoxYp0qh-HssbML4QjqHqPG8fXHfe8ELeUhk/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwZulWPfTLbWs0dXFcrhwA3KIFTRSpw5m7bcmQF-x57JiIsPaDkTHbm56JGYAayf-EepavdxbHIg3fYuC-udNFjm9MZ8M0A9-unBjP7PyoxYp0qh-HssbML4QjqHqPG8fXHfe8ELeUhk/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141799130060322" border="0" /></a>My friend, <a href="http://briandadam.blogspot.com/">Bri</a>, came over today and took some pictures of Indie so hopefully those will be available soon so you can see her cute little naked body! Overall, the whole day was pretty amazing with how everything worked out. I was never nervous like I thought I would be and never worried that anything would be wrong with my little baby. We are so happy that she is here and even happier that she decided to grace us with her presence 11 days early. I was planning to be induced a week early just because they knew she was small and thought she might have a heart arrhythmia <span class="spell" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span>but I guess she didn't think that was soon enough. Thank heavens!Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-47556133165744096052010-10-27T19:52:00.004-04:002010-10-27T23:30:49.869-04:00Is there sugar in syrup?After years of being told he looks like Will Ferrell, I finally convinced Trey to dress up as Buddy the Elf. He's never embraced his celeb look alike status, but this year I practically forced it on him. And since I'm fat with child, I thought being Santa with a natural big belly would fit perfectly.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4VcCB_YLgDKGBhMFCqFGi2Gr4fGHT_xnPLRX0zUmWwxj9OqiO4G5mvdc3jyIj8pxRbAsV1ryAIw2SnStI10qgIZgLBhNT-3h96TWj6oXiCE1iqaXIbcFYQ6K9tmUS0DJXfvd1lJQr84/s1600/DSCN1163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4VcCB_YLgDKGBhMFCqFGi2Gr4fGHT_xnPLRX0zUmWwxj9OqiO4G5mvdc3jyIj8pxRbAsV1ryAIw2SnStI10qgIZgLBhNT-3h96TWj6oXiCE1iqaXIbcFYQ6K9tmUS0DJXfvd1lJQr84/s320/DSCN1163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532878787558481234" border="0" /></a>Our doctor/friend let Trey borrow this nice, velvet costume, while mine was of the homemade sort. Not quite as fancy, but it got the job done.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRlPi0yS74yINfk3bmaBms49R0hBn8cGwvrUjXWROrVZLqoVyfJvUNG8ytljVKAnJZFA_KUkR4Xkk34l52DTa1Hpz-FoiuATBmf5-GYwbrEPzNtaw1T3qNMOdTjIxVpVjxygcveell5U/s1600/DSCN1166.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRlPi0yS74yINfk3bmaBms49R0hBn8cGwvrUjXWROrVZLqoVyfJvUNG8ytljVKAnJZFA_KUkR4Xkk34l52DTa1Hpz-FoiuATBmf5-GYwbrEPzNtaw1T3qNMOdTjIxVpVjxygcveell5U/s320/DSCN1166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532878783522856754" border="0" /></a>Jenna and her little family were perfectly coordinated. Cash's costume even had pads in the shirt and pants.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbxGYLu9M659etdFupvZpjiWCcbxPbyQrNt08YEwK5vkyIi722qy-LTGbTCmKg95Pi-_HrCFsOLgn9e-u0_AzMZi5JS72tT_bszlBJC97kso_ROpMciXQPXeIl57QpUILkzylHwLvPCM/s1600/DSCN1169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbxGYLu9M659etdFupvZpjiWCcbxPbyQrNt08YEwK5vkyIi722qy-LTGbTCmKg95Pi-_HrCFsOLgn9e-u0_AzMZi5JS72tT_bszlBJC97kso_ROpMciXQPXeIl57QpUILkzylHwLvPCM/s320/DSCN1169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532878773761431106" border="0" /></a>Ash and her two kids were jockeys, while Cam had absolutely no coordination with them and was a rocker of some sort.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlb1d51mwBTnVz_25UwFK6_ovSBRb3P5rfoyh9ulLXnSVt17WKIe9ezZt1qnuX_PiLOLy02uLvVmuMeO98NDYgL8biwxwdjrXa9H-1s3Ao-gM-JfvJZy_d0PVHK558jsvWJpfdN8AFQu8/s1600/DSCN1171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlb1d51mwBTnVz_25UwFK6_ovSBRb3P5rfoyh9ulLXnSVt17WKIe9ezZt1qnuX_PiLOLy02uLvVmuMeO98NDYgL8biwxwdjrXa9H-1s3Ao-gM-JfvJZy_d0PVHK558jsvWJpfdN8AFQu8/s320/DSCN1171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532878772834264642" border="0" /></a>I didn't get pictures of the other two families but we did take a group shot. We had a great time partying as much as we know how when Monday Night Football is on simultaneously.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFCF5THS0Aw8HFi1dvwNzpxJbuHOzHi8v-SKdsncF6ioDb3D9PixNa30Tg4GDYEcYKaoFAOePDxXHJtxAUVrFiQdTsZAn87nz-xw6ikmxortugqnSlfq24-GWK1c0ChG8f8Iooy6SOhms/s1600/33700_484596104253_629094253_6827011_2965036_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFCF5THS0Aw8HFi1dvwNzpxJbuHOzHi8v-SKdsncF6ioDb3D9PixNa30Tg4GDYEcYKaoFAOePDxXHJtxAUVrFiQdTsZAn87nz-xw6ikmxortugqnSlfq24-GWK1c0ChG8f8Iooy6SOhms/s320/33700_484596104253_629094253_6827011_2965036_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532878763866361154" border="0" /></a>In all honesty, I don't love Halloween and I hate the pressure of dressing up. I prefer to leave my house and turn the lights off to avoid trick-or-treaters. The kids are cute and all, but when the truckloads of teenagers show up, it's not so cute anymore. This annual party with my family, however, is actually something I look forward to since we can all make fun of each other and look ridiculous without actually going in public. Tomorrow night, however, Trey and I will be in public in our costumes and you better believe we are for sure not dressing like this. It'll be much more toned down.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-74406377642869656352010-10-13T20:58:00.003-04:002010-10-13T21:08:55.745-04:00The Relaxi TaxiRecently, Trey's lease on his car ended and we decided to be a little more thrifty so instead of getting him a new car, he downgraded to my Xterra and I downgraded to one of the summer work vans! Minivans aren't necessarily considered cool, but they're probably even less cool when you don't even have kids to put in them. Here's what I'm cruising in these days...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpqBxyRZFzaCaCkg2-8ialv1rGDx6SvF3XWNty6ekriro8aN-IutUkgM_VPNX4JJV-rvNOyezxbmyB75yS_dcJmrn1mya8wZWKwbMOOnrTWLghQZNfea-otIhTYFtbceYJ4j0E3iyiDw/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-13+at+6.58.24+PM.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpqBxyRZFzaCaCkg2-8ialv1rGDx6SvF3XWNty6ekriro8aN-IutUkgM_VPNX4JJV-rvNOyezxbmyB75yS_dcJmrn1mya8wZWKwbMOOnrTWLghQZNfea-otIhTYFtbceYJ4j0E3iyiDw/s320/Screen+shot+2010-10-13+at+6.58.24+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527700894249956178" border="0" /></a>It may not be cool, but it sure is hard to deny the convenience of a minivan. I can only imagine how nice it will be when the baby comes. If you're jealous that I get to drive this car around the town, just let me know because we have another one just like it (a white version) parked side-by-side in the garage that we will sell you! I know, it's tempting.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-2454208378289595142010-10-08T20:08:00.004-04:002010-10-08T23:59:19.845-04:00Last Vacation Before the BabyMy parents did something pretty awesome and took 5 of their 6 children (with spouses) on a cruise to the Caribbean last week. We had a great time and I definitely added some pounds to my 26 week pregnant bod. We ate ALL the time. Here's a shot of the group one night at dinner, minus my parents, who were nice enough to babysit the 6 grandkids that came on the cruise at the other table.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLg0b6vCPf1WeQq3FGBt9tznBvc3PhRrH0-pgwLxZ0FjXEp2izXuEeOqTiDQ-2JDxZjiv2pKtZ_nj2isfOOITXwsQNxCPM9PrQbSiDG7WP2aBdtHKWM3EQa3Fqz814QjouQtHOhNugzD0/s1600/DSCN1087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLg0b6vCPf1WeQq3FGBt9tznBvc3PhRrH0-pgwLxZ0FjXEp2izXuEeOqTiDQ-2JDxZjiv2pKtZ_nj2isfOOITXwsQNxCPM9PrQbSiDG7WP2aBdtHKWM3EQa3Fqz814QjouQtHOhNugzD0/s320/DSCN1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525884294598384242" border="0" /></a>Of all the places I've been in the Caribbean, Jamaica is one of my favorites, only because of those waterfalls you see in the back of the picture below. It's about a 2 hour hike up them and so much fun. Other than that, Jamaica is dirty. So dirty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyC-4AE4rLXd6dEzpRIpEBvrAkKBlJdDAFC1_iiQSNiHWfxEQwq9pH4jAgVdnuSimT5lEtk6eLAELCK6TAvpGuvA2-o0E2Iuzer4SlF1BeMbEuHbiIHW22cZK-6bXydDcEcuw7YV5Gl4/s1600/DSCN1092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyC-4AE4rLXd6dEzpRIpEBvrAkKBlJdDAFC1_iiQSNiHWfxEQwq9pH4jAgVdnuSimT5lEtk6eLAELCK6TAvpGuvA2-o0E2Iuzer4SlF1BeMbEuHbiIHW22cZK-6bXydDcEcuw7YV5Gl4/s320/DSCN1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525884290407782034" border="0" /></a>This was our last port in Cozumel Mexico. My poor ankles turned to <a href="http://shoptalk.dmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/cankle-illustration.jpg">cankles</a> after walking around so much through all the shops and on the beach, but luckily they went away a few days later.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWh4RogDvbKb59gWKaP60k_23NtY6CpdCyoz6YAxLTfu6NAK6N0z48WPraLJBXss6nY2iMYrO32SZ9VJTLBJEwBPEvY__6hI-BBryQieSo9F0sPMuRnXyPBDx2K2fZ83gERUxBNfjdsps/s1600/DSCN1129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWh4RogDvbKb59gWKaP60k_23NtY6CpdCyoz6YAxLTfu6NAK6N0z48WPraLJBXss6nY2iMYrO32SZ9VJTLBJEwBPEvY__6hI-BBryQieSo9F0sPMuRnXyPBDx2K2fZ83gERUxBNfjdsps/s320/DSCN1129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525884287964633954" border="0" /></a>These were the waitresses we had through the whole week. Ezgi on the right, Devvy on the left. They are the reason I look fat here. They just kept bringing out more food!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZOr6Aio26cKsWBKpLRWsL8eM__vYB1o6M5FEf0lDN9K1sVsY9mYjFlmmiSeT-7nHoorzzxcuGZZ2svjzrKFDy9UF1jDNCRTmJUTyFBZF3pKBnYDhGGT4gV4eE3qhVVhb7-9VSqI4_8o/s1600/DSCN1138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZOr6Aio26cKsWBKpLRWsL8eM__vYB1o6M5FEf0lDN9K1sVsY9mYjFlmmiSeT-7nHoorzzxcuGZZ2svjzrKFDy9UF1jDNCRTmJUTyFBZF3pKBnYDhGGT4gV4eE3qhVVhb7-9VSqI4_8o/s320/DSCN1138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525884280053494770" border="0" /></a>These boys are all smiling now, but maybe I shoulda taken another picture when their luck was running out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVmzEdOQ-lkCPC8t5vzPAJ_WnqInZvb-PzGHfqlBfjBe1Vq5zqSJzw0eDlvv3WIn3dcFsVigPo8Ma2V-H_cAQrpcnDI5yzISvS2Ehm-g2clE_u6At2O-MSJoYZa-WXs41HVlLNFECwdI/s1600/DSCN1141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVmzEdOQ-lkCPC8t5vzPAJ_WnqInZvb-PzGHfqlBfjBe1Vq5zqSJzw0eDlvv3WIn3dcFsVigPo8Ma2V-H_cAQrpcnDI5yzISvS2Ehm-g2clE_u6At2O-MSJoYZa-WXs41HVlLNFECwdI/s320/DSCN1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525884241131383986" border="0" /></a>This baby will be here before we know it and this trip was a great last one to have before she gets here. Thanks again mom and dad for hookin' us all up!Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-14891864963979721782010-09-19T11:53:00.003-04:002010-09-19T11:59:08.449-04:00Furniture Refinishing ClassMy sister Ashley is amazing when it comes to finding old, outdated furniture in the classifieds or at thrift stores and then bringing it home and refinishing it to make it look completely awesome. She's going to be teaching a class in about a month to help other people learn how to do this. She makes some pretty good money when she buys an old dresser for $25 and then turns around and sells it for $250. Not bad, huh? She's helped me finish an old cradle and I'm already trying to think of new things I can do.<br /><br />You can check out <a href="http://treufam.blogspot.com/">her blog</a> and see the info on the class and some of the pieces she has refinished or just read her info on it below:<br /><h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Ok, it's official, the date will be <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Saturday, October 16th, 10:00am-12:00pm</span> at my home for the small price of <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">$35</span> :) . Please let me know if you're planning on coming as soon as possible. You can either leave me a comment on my blog, facebook, or call, text, or email me (ashleytreu@gmail.com) if you have any questions. I'll be going over pretty much everything you need to know to start refinishing furniture- or whatever it is that you want to refinish! It will be a <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">hands-on class</span> so you'll learn and get a feel for what you're doing and I'll teach you tricks and tips I've learned the hard way :) . Hopefully that date works for any of you who are interested, if not, hopefully this will be the first class of many! Thanks!</span></span></h3>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-57977890842896299272010-08-03T23:47:00.003-04:002010-08-03T23:53:04.461-04:00It's a Girl!I totally forgot to blog about this but we found out last Wednesday that we are having a girl. We found out a little early so there is definitely still a margin of error but the doctor said he was 100% sure so we're taking his word for it. Trey was absolutely shocked. I think he had the deer-in-the-headlights look for about 2 hours following our appointment...he thought for sure it was a boy.<br /><br />People told me I'd go crazy buying things once we found out what we were having, but for some reason I have no desire. I have not purchased one single baby thing. I would rather give someone I trust my credit card and tell them to get everything I need for the baby and then decorate a nursery. Any takers?Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-10245068931408077792010-07-08T20:01:00.003-04:002010-07-08T20:35:00.287-04:00Multiples or Singleton?Once upon a time we did In Vitro and transferred 3 embryos. Oh wait, I already told you that long drawn out story. Well, after we got pregnant, they told us that around 7 weeks we could find out how many embryos had actually implanted. We could be having triplets for all we knew. We moved out to New Jersey when I was just about 4 1/2 weeks along so I got online and found some random doctor under my insurance list to go to. I made the appointment for an ultrasound on the day I would be exactly 7 weeks. When I was about 6 weeks and 5 days, Trey decided he didn't want to wait the extra two days so I called our doctor to see if we could come in that day. I called over and over and every time got a machine saying they were closed. It was a Tuesday so I didn't really believe the machine. Being impatient as we are, we drove over to the doctor's office to call their bluff. They were, indeed, closed. Dangit.<br /><br />So we drove back to our apartment and I got online to check the insurance list for more potential doctors. I called the first one but they said we couldn't come in until the next day because our insurance would have to be verified. Click. I called the next one and the receptionist said we could come in right away, no insurance needed, just pay upfront. You know if you can get in to see a doctor that day they probably aren't your best option, but we were too anxious to care.<br /><br />We pulled up to the <a href="http://www.sjwc.net/">South Jersey Women's Center </a>and went through the first set of doors. Weird, we had to be buzzed in through the next set. Oh well, the place smells gross and not at all doctor-like but I go up to the front window and pay for the ultrasound. The receptionist hands me a cup to pee in. "Is there a cabinet to put it in once I'm done?" "No, just walk it back out and give it to me, " she says. Gross. Lucky for me there's no one else in the waiting room. Nobody wants to see someone else holding a cup of fresh, warm pee. I do my thing, hand her the cup, and sit down, waiting to be called back.<br /><br />As Trey and I are sitting in the waiting room, we're looking around and noticing this isn't a normal doctor's office. There are posters all over with Obama's face on them, promoting change. There are pro-abortion decals on the receptionist's window and "free to choose" stickers all over the place. Have I been sheltered living in Utah for 8 years? Is this a normal doctor's office?<br /><br />The nurse calls my name and we both get up to walk back together. The nurse stops Trey and says, "Sorry sir, you're not allowed back here." Oh okay, maybe they'll come get him when they're ready? She takes me to another empty waiting room and I start texting Trey..."What is this crazy place? I am alone back here, go ask the receptionist if you can come back..."<br /><br />Meanwhile, Trey has made conversation with a random man in the waiting room, asking him questions like, "So is that your wife back there? Are you guys finding out what you're having?" Normal questions potential dads might ask each other in a normal waiting room. He gets my text and goes up to the front desk.<br /><br />He asks the lady, "Don't I get to be back there with my wife?"<br />"No sir, I'm sorry."<br />"But in the movies, the guy is standing next to his wife and they get to see their baby on the screen for the first time together, right? So why can't I go back"<br />"Sir, due to the nature of what we do here, we have to respect the privacy of the women back there and so that's why men are not allowed back."<br />Trey notices the decals on the window and sees a piece of paper taped to the wall which is in memory of some doctor who was murdered, who was still doing 3rd trimester abortions.<br />"Wait," Trey says, "Is this an abortion place?" loud enough for the 4-5 people in the waiting room to hear him.<br />"Yes sir."<br />Oh dear, Trey takes his seat.<br /><br />I've now been called back to my room and am completely second guessing this whole thing. I have the darkest, sickest feeling in my gut. I don't remember a smile on any of the faces I'd seen. The doctor and nurse come in, completely expressionless. The doctor is rude; he can't understand why I wouldn't be using my IVF dr. for this ultrasound. Clearly sir, the insurance list didn't make a side note to tell me what this place really was. Can you just do the ultrasound and let me go? So he does the ultrasound. I have to ask him how many are in there and he just says, "One. You're about 6-7 weeks. Good luck." And out they both go. Wow, I think I dressed in 15 seconds and was out just as quickly as they were.<br /><br />I walked out to Trey and held up one finger to him. We both smiled and got the H-E-double hockey sticks outta there.<br /><br />So creepy. Glad I'm still pregnant.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-25934833489381262622010-07-07T17:32:00.006-04:002010-07-07T19:24:22.214-04:00In Vitro Part 3After our first attempt at in vitro had failed, we decided we didn't want to waste any time before trying again. Every year, we move away for the summer for Trey's job so we really only had 2-3 months before we'd be leaving again. We spoke with the nurse and got things underway to be in the April grouping for the next round of IVF.<br /><br />I felt extremely nervous from the beginning. I second guessed my gut feelings and intuition. With the first IVF cycle, I felt good throughout the whole thing. I felt like I was pregnant. My own intuition had failed me. This second time around, I wanted to really know if it was the right thing to do so we wouldn't be throwing away so much money again. I had more negative feelings this time, but I know it was coming from a more pessimistic version of myself, the bitter side of me that didn't think we would ever get pregnant. If it was up to me, we probably would've waited a while to try again. I felt like we were spending so much money and my stupid body was just going to fail me again. I relied completely on Trey to make this decision and without hesitation, he said the money didn't matter and we would try again and it would work.<br /><br />As much as I didn't love the shots before, I was actually anxious to start them and get things going. I documented so much of the first IVF with pictures and whatnot, but the second time I did nothing. I didn't want to jinx it or have memories of it not working. My biggest fear this time around was actually a new shot I'd have to be taking everyday in my upper butt and the needle was much bigger than my usual half inchers. This would be a thicker, longer needle and if I did get pregnant, I'd have to continue it for 9 weeks into my pregnancy. Yikes.<br /><br />Things were much better from the beginning and to make this story shorter, I'm going to jump ahead. When the retrieval was all said and done, we went in for the embryo transfer. This time, our doctor's lab was complete so we only had to drive 10 minutes instead of all the way to Boise. They brought us back and showed us what we had to work with...4 healthy embryos this time! Though there was a risk of multiples, I felt good about implanting 3 and nobody was going to change my mind about that. So they put in 3 and we froze the 4th and went home to rest for a few days.<br /><br />Luckily for me, my mom was in town and made it so I never had to move a muscle. She cooked for us and cleaned when she got bored. It was wonderful. But she also had to wait out the 10 days with us. I hate that wait. By the first night, I had cramps already. Of course, I cried. This was a bad sign last time around and I was sure it was menstrual cramps this time too. Trey calmed me down and tried to help me stay positive. Every day I tried to notice symptoms, but it was so hard because I was on so many different drugs that had so many side effects, I didn't have a clue what was going on with my body. If I ever felt any bit of hope, I never told Trey because I didn't want him to get his hopes up. Around day 6, I remember sitting on my bed at night and telling Trey that I didn't think it had worked, I didn't think I was pregnant. I still, to this day, don't know if he was just faking it for my sake or if he really believed it, but he told me that night that he thought I was pregnant and I needed to stay positive. I didn't believe him so I dropped the conversation.<br /><br />The next few days I was more exhausted than I had ever felt in my life. I took naps during the day and was in bed by 10:00...not my style at all. My mom and Trey would give each other suspicious looks as if they knew I was pregnant and I would just roll my eyes. Blame it on the drugs, don't get your hopes up, I'd tell myself. On day 8, I went in for a blood test and then had to return again on day 10 for another. I went in by myself both times and on the 10th day, the nurses were very giddy with me. They asked how I was feeling and asked if I'd taken a pregnancy test yet. I told them no way, I did that last time and it had backfired. I wasn't about to do it again. After nurse Brenda took my blood, she kept asking me all these questions. So I finally said, "Do you know something?" and she said smiling, "Maybe..." I said, "Does that mean the first test was positive?" She smiled and told me that yes it was. I said, "So unless something crazy happens, this second test will be positive too?" And again, she told me yes. I couldn't believe it. I drove to my sister's right after and didn't tell anyone. I was skeptical and wanted to hear the official phone call later that day before revealing anything. I did, however, call Trey and let him know. He was with the contractor working on one of our rental properties, so that guy was officially the first one to find out we were pregnant. How special!<br /><br />Once again, the doctor's office took forever to call us with the results. Trey ended up calling them and asked Brenda if they had any news for us. She told him to hold on and came back a few minutes later. I have the whole conversation recorded because this time, I knew it was going to be good news. When she got back on the phone, she said, "Well...I have really good news for you. Yes, yes you are. It is definitely positive." On the recording, you then hear Trey screaming and laughing really loud. She went on to tell us some numbers and how great everything looked because those numbers were so high. We thanked her and hung up the phone. I think I remember Trey high-fiving me, kissing me, and hugging me. I can't believe I didn't cry at this point. But I sure did once we started making the phone calls. I called my mom first, who was over at my sister Jenna's house. I guess Jenna had a bunch of her in-laws over so when I told my mom the news, everyone over there started crying too. Called Ashley...cried again. And on and on with all the phone calls.<br /><br />The road was long and definitely hard, but we are so happy now and closer as a couple than we ever would have been had we gotten pregnant right away. Trey has been the rock in our marriage by always staying positive and never once making me feel like I was to blame for the infertility. It was hard on both of us, but he was able to see the bigger picture and knew that we would get pregnant someday. I love him and I am sure glad he was right.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-57028710177574089702010-07-06T17:45:00.005-04:002010-07-06T19:05:52.523-04:00In Vitro Part 2I was scheduled to start my shots December 31st. I remember that day because my baby sister gave birth to her son that afternoon. This time around, I was cleared to begin. Have you ever had a needle in your hand and been told to stab yourself in the stomach with it? How bout 4 times a day? That was a little nerve racking for me. Some women have their husbands do it but I didn't want to have to plan my 4 shots a day around Trey's schedule. After a few days of shots in the stomach, I had to switch to my thighs because my stomach was so sore. After my thighs got sore, I'd switch back to my stomach. It was only 2 weeks though, I knew I could handle it. Here's what I was working with...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlus5JmTF_yMRJ2R4OnKPVCb-MZWZx3VDpLezBRwOIe-IVUQjcz0Vqasn63aBw2qHSqOY7VmIBUVkGUtDSyh5wXAiYvl15iITdYYYTblDBy7nPq370I8B9fzFlOgWoTGWZtv35aK4C0w/s1600/photo(4).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlus5JmTF_yMRJ2R4OnKPVCb-MZWZx3VDpLezBRwOIe-IVUQjcz0Vqasn63aBw2qHSqOY7VmIBUVkGUtDSyh5wXAiYvl15iITdYYYTblDBy7nPq370I8B9fzFlOgWoTGWZtv35aK4C0w/s320/photo(4).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490914612325142082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYIO8oz1kVP_aS4LWk5LE4kP5PadiTS9jewZNzeMVtYD7TQ6fbsciTSu1FotKBwjIzpJOIZEq7TwZkbU9-68Z-hQepH2tj-LWjbPnrf8In27LF5otK8ZoEut6IA2jkd2XipqpUlWBWPg/s1600/DSCN0771.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYIO8oz1kVP_aS4LWk5LE4kP5PadiTS9jewZNzeMVtYD7TQ6fbsciTSu1FotKBwjIzpJOIZEq7TwZkbU9-68Z-hQepH2tj-LWjbPnrf8In27LF5otK8ZoEut6IA2jkd2XipqpUlWBWPg/s320/DSCN0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490915355527590146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nznBavheVPS6GnxTpTGc2QV8VYqson4zbMa_KCqoMnA6mBZb3iBDfKpmQiNaSHE3SQAE44GWTYenZNWAKDT0HtwU_zFM41CVj4lCUrn5GXO7dz0MZqtuQ3A9hnTHQXL4QTTCWI8I9fQ/s1600/DSCN0774.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nznBavheVPS6GnxTpTGc2QV8VYqson4zbMa_KCqoMnA6mBZb3iBDfKpmQiNaSHE3SQAE44GWTYenZNWAKDT0HtwU_zFM41CVj4lCUrn5GXO7dz0MZqtuQ3A9hnTHQXL4QTTCWI8I9fQ/s320/DSCN0774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490915368192197570" border="0" /></a>After about a week and a half had gone by, we had an appointment for an ultrasound to see how the drugs had affected my ovaries. The drugs were follicle stimulating hormones, designed to produce as many eggs as they could muster up for that one cycle. With a normal woman on a normal cycle without drugs, you'd produce one a month. This is the appointment where you get excited because you get to see how many eggs you'll get to work with.<br /><br />The nurse was the one who did my ultrasound, but after about 3 minutes with us she left the room. Probably not a good sign, I thought. She came back and told us that she had called the doctor to come over and check for himself because she wasn't seeing much activity in there. Our doctor showed up about 10 minutes later and confirmed that we only had one egg to do this upcoming in vitro with. He explained how slim the odds were with just one...not only does that one egg have a 60% chance of fertilizing but then it's got just a 50% chance of surviving the 3 day development and then after that a 33% chance of implanting and getting pregnant. Or in other words, it would take a major miracle for this to work. Trey and I were praying for that miracle and did not want to give up on that one little egg so we decided to continue forward.<br /><br />For the actual egg retrieval and embryo transfer, we had to travel to Boise because our doctor's lab was not complete in Utah. Day 1 was the egg retrieval, where they put me out for half an hour, removed the egg and sent us on our way to wait it out for 24 hours to see if the egg fertilized. We tried to stay busy while we waited so we wouldn't stress and drive ourselves crazy. That, however, is hard to do in Boise, ID. The following day, we waited all morning for a call and never got one. We continued to wait until 3:00 when we just got too impatient and Trey decided to call them. They didn't answer so we actually drove over to the doctor's office to find out for ourselves. I made Trey go in to get the news because I didn't want to get bad news in front of anyone. I waited in the car for about 10 minutes and then looked up as Trey came running out of the office shooting his arms up and down in the air. It had worked! That one egg made it through the 60% and fertilized. Now we just had 2 more days to kill, waiting to see if it could survive and be a good embryo.<br /><br />Two days of boredom later, we went back to the doctor for the embryo transfer. They hadn't told us if our embryo made it and I was so nervous. A nurse came out to the waiting room and gave me a Valium to take. That was my answer...they wouldn't give me this drug unless we were going through with the transfer. They brought us back and showed us a picture of our embryo that was the best it could have been. All these miracles were happening right before us and I could not believe that this was really going on. Luckily for us, my parents drove down from Washington the night before to hang out with us so they got to be in the room during the transfer. We all joked that not many grandparents are in the room when their grandchildren are conceived.<br /><br />After the transfer, I had to take it easy for a few days so we drove back to Utah immediately. We then had the long wait of 10 days to find out if we were pregnant or not. I had read all about pregnancy symptoms, trying to know my body before those 10 days, which was probably a mistake looking back. Every time I felt anything different, I would think, oh man this is it, I've got to be pregnant. Trey and I both felt that so many miracles had happened to get us this far that it just wouldn't make sense if we weren't pregnant. On day 8, I decided to take a pregnancy test to confirm my feelings. It came out negative and I was devastated, but still had hope since it was a little early. We went to church a few hours later and I remember this moment so vividly. We were singing a hymn and in the song the line read, "For courage to accept Thy will..." After that I broke down. I had just had my own confirmation that I was not pregnant. I knew it. We left church soon after because I could not stop crying and did not want others to see me like that.<br /><br />Two days later, we waited around all morning for the phone call to tell us whether or not we were pregnant. Even though I didn't think I was, I still had a tiny ounce of hope that I was wrong. All of our friends and family knew we were getting the news this day so they were also anxious to hear. After 1:30pm, we got impatient and Trey called in to get the results. They told him they would call between 2-3. So we waited a little while longer and then my phone rang. I handed it to Trey to answer. I didn't want to be the one to get the bad news. Trey answered and the woman explained she was calling from the doctor's office to give us our results. I remember her saying "Unfortunately, your blood tests were negative. I'm sorry." Trey held it together to talk to her a bit, but I was already sobbing next to him and as soon as he hung up, he joined me.<br /><br />We cried together for maybe 30 minutes and then decided we should probably let our friends and family know. I think we both sent out mass text messages because neither one of us felt like talking about it. That was a very hard day for both of us. We were back to square one and didn't understand why it was so hard for us when so many others got pregnant so easily. We spent the afternoon together, crying off and on and then went to Taco Bell for some comfort food. I remember holding back tears while I sat and ate. I also remember seeing the word "fart" etched in pencil on the table we were eating at. And that put a smile on my face and I knew we were going to be okay. Look close in the pink stripe and you'll see it too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuR4A8JKLhv8u6CxqFDIDVzxtFTJ0PQQMU8BuFWHx1z7l51PNN_RpTRryoV-Ah38xWzgAk8RcqiaJgXFOSpPKvPsmHjf6ijcqzInHES6gXVqKTWcRpzVX26toJ760WQFs3OVbBG96HyA/s1600/photo(6).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuR4A8JKLhv8u6CxqFDIDVzxtFTJ0PQQMU8BuFWHx1z7l51PNN_RpTRryoV-Ah38xWzgAk8RcqiaJgXFOSpPKvPsmHjf6ijcqzInHES6gXVqKTWcRpzVX26toJ760WQFs3OVbBG96HyA/s320/photo(6).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490933022572351282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Stay tuned tomorrow for Part 3.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-7730287117869009852010-07-05T17:20:00.003-04:002010-07-05T18:13:14.080-04:00In Vitro Part 1I must admit, I am a very impatient person. After 3 months of trying to get pregnant, I called up my doctor to see if he thought something was wrong or had any suggestions. We tried every trick in the book and were still unsuccessful. We started doing some testing after 5 months and everything came back normal. We tried artificial insemination. We tried fertility drugs. Still nothing. "Keep trying. Sometimes it just takes some people longer than others." I heard this statement all the time. "It will happen when it's supposed to happen." That one, too.<br /><br />After Trey and I spent about 18 months trying to get pregnant on our own, I finally went to see a doctor I'd been referred to. I had two separate blood tests throughout the month and after the results came back, they scheduled me to come in again. I could tell as soon as the doctor walked in that something wasn't right. She sat down right next to me and showed me some of my results, which I didn't fully understand. When I asked her to explain, she basically told me that I might be 25 on the outside, but my ovaries were like a 45-50yr old woman's who is nearing menopause. Awesome. Then she said, "The only chance you have of getting pregnant is through in vitro." I took the news bravely and drove home to where my mom, sister and friend were waiting. I walked through the door and they asked me how it went. I said, "Not good," and instantly, the tears started to fall. I guess it took the drive home from the doctor for things to really sink in...life wasn't going to be as I'd always planned. Is it ever? I really had no idea what in vitro (IVF) entailed, but if it could get me pregnant, I was up for it.<br /><br />The doctor referred me to a fertility specialist, who I made an appointment with immediately. Without doing any testing, he scheduled us for the next cycle of IVF. Two months of preparation went by and the day I was supposed to start my shots came. I went in to get an ultrasound to make sure everything was good to go first, which they should have done from the beginning. They found two large cysts on my ovaries. In other words, in vitro cancelled. I held my composure until I got in the car, but started crying as soon as I shut my door. Why do I always go to these appointments alone?? I drove home completely discouraged. I had already calculated my due date based off this IVF working and now it wasn't even going to happen.<br /><br />Two weeks later, I had another ultrasound by the fertility specialist's partner where he confirmed that I most likely had endometriosis at its worst stage and would need surgery to remove it. He made me feel better by letting me know that 60% of women who are trying for a baby get pregnant on their own after this surgery. Leave it to me to be the 40% that doesn't. We tried on our own for 7 months, though halfway through that time I was pretty positive the endometriosis was back already.<br /><br />When the 7 months was up, we took a referral from my good friend, Shea and went to meet that doctor. What a difference between this guy and the other! If you ever need a fertility specialist referral, I can definitely tell you who to go to and who to stay away from. This time around, they scheduled me for an ultrasound right away and of course, found endometrial cysts on the ol' ovaries again. They weren't as large as the time that called for surgery so I was put on a very high dose of birth control to combat them. In a month, we would reevaluate and figure out when we could try another stab at IVF.<br /><br />After the month was up, cysts were still present but much smaller so the doctor felt much better about that. He told me that the endometriosis had most likely depleted much of my egg supply so we might not get as many embryos as a normal couple but we would sure try our best for the most that we could get. In Vitro was scheduled for January 13, 2010 in Boise, ID.<br /><br />Stay tuned tomorrow for part 2.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-86189981933060665392010-07-02T17:26:00.011-04:002010-07-02T22:40:57.570-04:00Evidence I'm not in Utah anymore...Whenever we move away for the summers, it's usually to a big city and near the hood (which I don't think exists in Utah). I was thinking this morning about all the many differences that we get to experience whenever we move.<br /><br />You know you moved east of Utah when...<br /><br />1. You're sitting in sacrament and you hear a cell phone ringing and the woman answers it and loudly tells her caller, "You know I'm in church. Don't call me when I'm in church." This has happened twice now.<br /><br />2. You're waiting at a stoplight and if you don't already start moving before the light turns green you get honked at immediately. In Utah, everyone is a bad driver so the person behind you probably doesn't notice the light changed either because they are too busy texting.<br /><br />3. You can eat at Panera Bread whenever you want. And I do. Chipotle Chicken Sandwich if you ever get the chance.<br /><br />4. There are more than a handful of minorities. In fact, sometimes I'm the minority.<br /><br />5. You accidentally schedule your first ultrasound at an abortion clinic. More details to come on this one.<br /><br />6. You count down the days until you are back in Utah.<br /><br />7. You're getting in your car in the middle of Brooklyn and some guy wants to know if you're really from Utah. He's never met anyone in his life from there. I think he's the one that needs to get out more, but somehow the Utahn becomes the alien.<br /><br />8. Costco doesn't even offer the Polish Sausage Dog. You have to get a plain old hot dog, which is still delicious, but pales in comparison.<br /><br />9. Squirt does not exist. Just lots of Mellow Yellow in its place.<br /><br />10. Everyone has a dog. In Utah, everyone has kids.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-53868483743059731412010-07-02T09:00:00.002-04:002010-07-02T09:00:01.432-04:00Hello Teeny EmbryosAfter 3 years of trying, 1 surgery, 2 rounds of In Vitro and 16 weeks of daily shots and other fun drugs, we are FINALLY pregnant. It was definitely a long road to get here, but now that it's here all the rough stuff doesn't seem so rough...it was all worth it. And lucky enough for us, we'll probably have to do In Vitro each time we want to have another child so it's nice to know that it can be done. I'll probably do a post all on it's own to describe my experience with the In Vitro process. It really is a miracle how it all works.<br /><br />Not many parents get to see their baby at this stage in it's life, but when you're lucky enough to be the proud parents of that little 8-celled blastocyst, it's the most beautiful thing in the world. This picture right here is just an example of what we have stuck on our fridge back in Utah. Isn't it cute?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbf2oV8xDuzmgKVJFY9Yxv_YG4iKVtFeEZC5N4RMpFHlEIrKXgRviu_i4UAcFv7XdFNxSS2KNgjT7xymVB0-SZ1tgM3YLgS1sOlEtsaOlApT_S43pv8lXYbuzQHk7DBV2Krzxh09ii5g/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbf2oV8xDuzmgKVJFY9Yxv_YG4iKVtFeEZC5N4RMpFHlEIrKXgRviu_i4UAcFv7XdFNxSS2KNgjT7xymVB0-SZ1tgM3YLgS1sOlEtsaOlApT_S43pv8lXYbuzQHk7DBV2Krzxh09ii5g/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489097981100150274" border="0" /></a><br />We are so grateful for all the love and support we have received from family, friends and even complete strangers. I heard of so many people I didn't even know who were praying for us and who cried when they found out we were pregnant. I am amazed at how many people pretty much wanted this just as much as we did. Thank you everyone for being there for us when it was hard and for sharing in our excitement now.<br /><br />We are 12 weeks along now and due January 14, 2011. So far I feel like I've been pretty lucky with the pregnancy symptoms. I like to think I deserve it after all the other stuff I've had to go through. However, with the glimpses I have seen of the sickness, I think I prefer the daily shots in the bum.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-49163815366026482512010-05-27T22:09:00.005-04:002010-05-27T22:24:03.042-04:00Covered in poop, literallyA few years ago we bought a rental property that got completely abused by the renters who were living in it. After they left, large amounts of cockroaches and their poo were discovered, along with mildew, mold and all kinds of other damages. I wouldn't step foot in that place so I never got the luxury of seeing the disgusting mess but Trey took a few pictures of some in-between fixes. We basically had the whole place gutted and it now looks like a brand new house on the inside. Here's a before picture of the outside...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7ttJxR_MnU8myWIv0ZKsoEn6xqdubAbluuLLluw88ugvAJcLYAvQ558PObst8_Itfkq5Cp2wtRnueebyH3cCYplDtv3Q0GzyHksJ0UQlybV-dgxh8Hgk9JY1LdwZOi_TSwwN6Q8CZ_g/s1600/DSCN0928.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7ttJxR_MnU8myWIv0ZKsoEn6xqdubAbluuLLluw88ugvAJcLYAvQ558PObst8_Itfkq5Cp2wtRnueebyH3cCYplDtv3Q0GzyHksJ0UQlybV-dgxh8Hgk9JY1LdwZOi_TSwwN6Q8CZ_g/s320/DSCN0928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476138389822374930" border="0" /></a>And here's an after picture after ripping out those ugly trees...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz21NRVeBTkBbq28O1aYs1uJY8lZxawYc8uMJMwYci0iwbJJcSVm7vYixo3NrE2S2mqNJ5KaBEIZ9jpd4HpPP4AhPLJZIelMIY0qTZomBVh-j3Z8LS2rLoEvpWDaUz53MqCggudNp1Sv8/s1600/trey+rental+house+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz21NRVeBTkBbq28O1aYs1uJY8lZxawYc8uMJMwYci0iwbJJcSVm7vYixo3NrE2S2mqNJ5KaBEIZ9jpd4HpPP4AhPLJZIelMIY0qTZomBVh-j3Z8LS2rLoEvpWDaUz53MqCggudNp1Sv8/s320/trey+rental+house+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476138387933042450" border="0" /></a>Here's an in-between shot of busting out the gross shower...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86C_3XfvSxD591yly5uoUWzLQ9EhnZMF_laFY_aiIcidcCqGGhAcYuS05szmCwF0bIG5_v8meN7hhrLMEyuUtZ3E7r8mvgtTR3YZc8Mev_BpqWkxUyw_IKU1P__L-pEP_UDtMHfRCqd8/s1600/DSCN0931.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86C_3XfvSxD591yly5uoUWzLQ9EhnZMF_laFY_aiIcidcCqGGhAcYuS05szmCwF0bIG5_v8meN7hhrLMEyuUtZ3E7r8mvgtTR3YZc8Mev_BpqWkxUyw_IKU1P__L-pEP_UDtMHfRCqd8/s320/DSCN0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476138380110913522" border="0" /></a>And after...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6Xq94G2M3jpKZvlUR95KmKd24qULJ7i-F3i_1KBUAIU33DDdFhFy8PUTBskGQ7bMIWRnRCSDcM2bFUNL_WqJj5kahTSK8Tab3eXAX6Boh5nXEKT0Ct1npNicKfGWQibVXqWE1Hn0e4A/s1600/trey+rental+house+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6Xq94G2M3jpKZvlUR95KmKd24qULJ7i-F3i_1KBUAIU33DDdFhFy8PUTBskGQ7bMIWRnRCSDcM2bFUNL_WqJj5kahTSK8Tab3eXAX6Boh5nXEKT0Ct1npNicKfGWQibVXqWE1Hn0e4A/s320/trey+rental+house+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476138374104507058" border="0" /></a>I wish Trey would've taken a picture sooner but this is the kitchen minus the cockroach poop cupboards and mildew floors...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWqxgW9NtEd3dM4yFqQk6ZjziqehH0quotLJJtvvnc0q8DAaxhl8WKb6HJXmxUe6FRiYeoEI9OT24rkFqGgMXcnNcPy_V7OUOCfVr6s0A1YgwXImaIIqSJUZ9rMUoZkHiwL2PT8vaB5c8/s1600/DSCN0934.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWqxgW9NtEd3dM4yFqQk6ZjziqehH0quotLJJtvvnc0q8DAaxhl8WKb6HJXmxUe6FRiYeoEI9OT24rkFqGgMXcnNcPy_V7OUOCfVr6s0A1YgwXImaIIqSJUZ9rMUoZkHiwL2PT8vaB5c8/s320/DSCN0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476137915272260098" border="0" /></a>And after...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqYNw4PLoU4jCQAsapjFTm_awWhA1S6ddQrJhBL5IvusF3FubiU8ko60hrY8xcAUccjCMsubpwPsHloqDabDAdYh5cqIGp69tMqDeXAX3jSw-VOy8tssVVOG3iqFG4mho2hyphenhyphen2JAvOncw/s1600/trey+rental+house+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqYNw4PLoU4jCQAsapjFTm_awWhA1S6ddQrJhBL5IvusF3FubiU8ko60hrY8xcAUccjCMsubpwPsHloqDabDAdYh5cqIGp69tMqDeXAX3jSw-VOy8tssVVOG3iqFG4mho2hyphenhyphen2JAvOncw/s320/trey+rental+house+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476137904696899954" border="0" /></a>This was not planned to be a fixer upper house but thanks to the crappy renters and the other 4 families living in there with them it turned into one. Some people.Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596862058999073482.post-41004274797952906202010-05-25T20:46:00.003-04:002010-05-25T20:52:44.212-04:00Chicken Curry in a HurryI don't know where my mom got this recipe but it's my latest favorite and it's so easy to make.<br /><br />1 1/2 TBS olive oil<br />1 small yellow onion, thinly sliced<br />2 tsp. curry powder<br />1/2 c. plain yogurt<br />3/4 c. heavy cream<br />1/2 tsp. kosher salt<br />1/4 tsp. black pepper<br />1 14.5 oz can diced tomatoes, drained<br />1 rotisserie chicken<br />2 c. cooked white rice<br />1/4 c. fresh cilantro leaves (which I hate and don't add, still great without)<br /><br />Heat the oil in a large skillet over medium-low heat. Add the onion & cook, stirring occasionally, for 7 mins. Sprinkle with the curry powder & cook, stirring for 1 min. Add the yogurt & cream & simmer gently for 3 mins. Stir in the salt, pepper & tomatoes. Remove from heat. Slice or shread chicken, discarding skin & bones. Divide the rice & chicken among individual bowls, spoon the sauce over the top & sprinkle with cilantro. (I just added the chicken to the sauce, makes no difference I'm sure).<br /><br />Hope you like it as much as I do!Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11113913188804648405noreply@blogger.com4