<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966</id><updated>2011-08-30T03:59:32.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Moon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-5504693417874173411</id><published>2010-03-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:12:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING- UNDER CONSTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, we have a new computer at home...and I'm toying with editing on Windows Live Writer versus Blogger, as well as updating my layout. So please ignore the funkiness and inconsistencies. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xo, K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-5504693417874173411?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/5504693417874173411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2010/03/warning-under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/5504693417874173411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/5504693417874173411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2010/03/warning-under-construction.html' title='WARNING- UNDER CONSTRUCTION'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-7996578531770315320</id><published>2010-03-26T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:09:49.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Lint</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It has been six months. SIX MONTHS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Six months ago from this very day we were blessed with our baby girl, Audrey Marie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our lives have never been the same. And we wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On a Saturday morning, September 26th, 2009, we arrived at the hospital in San Diego to be induced. Less than 7 hours later we were holding our precious little "BabyP".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uH47HQtI/AAAAAAAAAII/EAfsXIul5yg/s1600-h/BG9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" title="BG" border="0" alt="BG" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uIkcLyfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jWeY0aDozc0/BG_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800" width="212" height="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Audrey Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Born at 1:57pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7lbs 1oz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19.5 inches long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and absolutely perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uH47HQtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mNXYhu0veiQ/s1600-h/BG6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our newlywed home is now a family home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uMk_qILI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MmbWACgg8SA/s1600-h/Audrey%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Audrey" border="0" alt="Audrey" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uNnclnAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lkLxd8ROM7s/Audrey_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="158" height="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h6 align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hours Old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uOb4xlsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IlcnkqBVs8M/s1600-h/Photo0045%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="Photo0045" border="0" alt="Photo0045" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uPJXn_FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Igm-evsdzLU/Photo0045_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;2 Days Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is filled to the brim. Filled with lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e. Filled with laughter. Filled with spit up, the smelliest diapers you've ever encountered, and adorable dresses and bows . Filled tears of frustration (hers and mine) and tears of joy. Filled with baby toys and formula and bottles and giggles. Filled with learning and growing. And definitely filled with picture taking and video recording. And filled with &lt;span style="color:#ff80c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK LINT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80c0;"&gt;Pink lint&lt;/span&gt;? Yep! You know you have a little girl when...the lint in the dryer mysteriously starts changing from that icky blue-grey to a very fluffy, pretty pink color. Almost makes doing her tiny laundry enjoyable. (I said &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt;). :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Learning the ropes of being a parent has been on a fast track for us. (And somewhat uphill, if I'm being honest). Our healthy baby girl had some minor setbacks from the start. Breastfeeding was extremely painful and difficult, as well as pumping. Started supplementing around 6 weeks and learned quickly that she has a milk protein allergy (like her Daddy and Aunt Jen had when they were babies). So she's been on very sensitive, hypoallergenic formula (read: $$) called Nutramigen. [Luckily we recently were able to push it through insurance, since it's a medical necessity, &amp;amp; it's saving us oodles!] The difference we noticed in her happiness and comfort in a week were unreal. Soon after that, she was still making gasping noises, spitting up tons, and having frequent night wakings. Come to find out, she has some reflux issues. We're on our second medicine (Prilosec for infants) and it seems to help a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uQJxbJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/qI1-VttLHpU/s1600-h/IMG_4376%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" title="IMG_4376" border="0" alt="IMG_4376" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uRGHxFzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W7aaDtJPm2I/IMG_4376_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="308" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our Sweet Valentine - 17wks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Would I like some cheese with that whine?? haha. Hope this doesn't come off that way. Just wanted to catch the blog up to speed. To say that spare time has been infrequent is an understatement. We've been quickly getting in tune with Audrey's needs, getting to know one another, and enjoying every moment of happiness and "feeling-good" she has, which becomes more and more frequent the older she gets. So...over the past six months...this blog has taken a back seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WE HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED. FOR EVERY SMALL ISSUE, THERE ARE A MILLION GIFTS WE'VE RECEIVED ALONG THE WAY. AND WE ARE LUCKY THAT WE'VE BEEN ABLE TO FIGURE OUT AND 'FIX' EVERYTHING SO FAR. (We realize that this is not always the case).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyhow, my hope now is to post updates on our latest adventures... and possibly share past stories from Audrey's first six months, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Audrey's 6 month appointment (and shots) are later this afternoon. Hopefully she'll take a good nap and I can update on her latest stats, as well as her numbers from the past 6 months. &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uRoqcamI/AAAAAAAAAIA/f_ZSC8sCAh4/s1600-h/IMG_4576%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" title="IMG_4576" border="0" alt="IMG_4576" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uSShN0gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WiCCluoPm4Y/IMG_4576_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In Arizona, 5.5 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-7996578531770315320?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/7996578531770315320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2010/03/pink-lint.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7996578531770315320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7996578531770315320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2010/03/pink-lint.html' title='Pink Lint'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/S61uIkcLyfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jWeY0aDozc0/s72-c/BG_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-3764101718662211505</id><published>2009-09-24T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:36:05.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Outta My Belly, Baby...40 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here we are...past the due date and no Audrey yet! I'm sure she just needed some extra time to get extra cute and ready. Typical lil lady...fashionably late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although we haven't had any contractions yet and not much dilation (still around 1-2cm), if we are lucky...she'll be coming on her own this weekend. If not, then ready or not...she'll be coming sometime next week. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Belly isn't growing so much as it is dropping now. (And I'm getting up in the middle of the night 4-5times as proof!) I'm still feeling okay otherwise...hips and legs get tired and crampy, but that's to be expected. And it didn't stop me from "nesting" and cleaning like a mad woman yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are ready to meet you, baby girl! Hopefully my next blog post will be an intro with lots of pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Belly Bump - 40 Weeks&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/40Week0Days0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-3764101718662211505?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/3764101718662211505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-outta-my-belly-baby40-weeks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3764101718662211505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3764101718662211505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-outta-my-belly-baby40-weeks.html' title='Get Outta My Belly, Baby...40 Weeks'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-3370710439694103521</id><published>2009-09-17T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:56:16.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 Weeks...Come'on Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby Audrey is still warm n cozy in my womb, and it doesn't seem like she'll be making an appearance in the immediate future. As of today, I am still 1cm dilated and 70% effaced - same as last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on maternity leave since the second week of September and I'm really trying to relax as much as possible, as everyone suggests. It's just so hard when there are so many things I could be doing/organizing/crafting. But the nursery is ready for when she does arrive, the house is clean, and our freezer is super stocked with Costo and Trader Joe's...so I can't be too hard on myself for the extra breaks I need to take. (And believe me - my back and hips definitely need the extra breaks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy-to-be celebrated his 29th bday on Tuesday, which he will not be sharing with his daughter. :) Chris happened to be scheduled off work, so we had a really nice day together...starting with buying the newly released Dan Brown book, visiting a museum in Balboa Park, and ending the night with a &lt;em&gt;delicious &lt;/em&gt;meal at Peohes in Coronado right on the water. (Seriously...I'm still thinking about that meal days later...yum.) Although we are more than ready for Audrey, we were really able to appreciate the simple pleasure of a leisurely and relaxing day (one of the last we'll have in for awhile). *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Belly Bump - 38 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/38WeeksODays0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 599px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/38WeeksODays0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Belly Bump - 39 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/39Wks1Day0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/39Wks1Day0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-3370710439694103521?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/3370710439694103521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/09/39-weekscomeon-baby.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3370710439694103521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3370710439694103521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/09/39-weekscomeon-baby.html' title='39 Weeks...Come&apos;on Baby!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-7628590149427922840</id><published>2009-09-02T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:08:55.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Term:  One Ripe Lil' Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The countdown is really on now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;37 weeks down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;21 days to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not sure which is harder to believe: the fact that Chris and I will be parents in the very near future? Or the fact that I have kept up this blog throughout my entire pregnancy? haha &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think we can all agree it's the latter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Audrey Marie is somewhere around 6 1/3 pounds and 19 inches long head to heel (like a stalk of swiss chard?). She hopefully has a full head of hair and nice round cheeks to boot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How are us parents-to-be hanging in there? Pretty darn well, I think. We are really trying to take advantage of the time we have together before baby makes three. And we're also making sure we are prepared for Audrey's arrival. Her room is just about done. Clothes, linens, and blankets are washed and put away. Her going home outfits are packed (yes, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;outfits, &lt;/span&gt;a girl has gotta have options). And my bag is just about packed, too. (Only Daddy's left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I fooling? I'm not nearly as together as this sounds, haha. If you know me, my "to-do" list is a foot long...and I want everything as ready as possible come D-Day. (Problem is my body can't keep up with my energy level). But, if I'm lucky, I'll have some time to check things off my list...cuz my last day of work is FRIDAY!!! &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Good-bye 8 hrs in a chair, hello maternity leave!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As much as I can't wait to meet my baby girl, I'd like to have a week or two to get things done ...and then rest my aching, ever-growing body. Cuz... once she comes... my world will willingly revolve around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby Bump - 37 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/37Weeks0Days0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-7628590149427922840?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/7628590149427922840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-term-one-ripe-lil-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7628590149427922840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7628590149427922840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-term-one-ripe-lil-baby.html' title='Full Term:  One Ripe Lil&apos; Baby!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-3508822050171825955</id><published>2009-09-02T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:08:45.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubba, Hubba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This past weekend I was at Target in the PJ/Lingere area, when a father approaches with his 3 year old son in a cart.  The dad stops, points to something (out of sight to me) says to his son, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Look, what's that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;?"  Not missing a beat, the son replies, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hubba, hubba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How could I not start laughing?  The dad proudly looks my way...and it's obvious they performed this trick for my amusement.  They slowly stroll by me and I say to them, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;t's boys like that I'll have to protect my daughter from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The dad tells me the story:  he only said that to his son one time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sure)&lt;/span&gt;...and he started repeating it anytime they see anything remotely sexy - pjs, underwear &amp;amp; bras, pictures or mannequins wearing these things.  Apparently he forgot to tell his wife, who called him up one day asking why on earth her son was pointing to underwear saying, Hubba Hubba.  haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mid-conversation, the son looks over at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;...9th months pregnant...points and says, "Hubba, hubba."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uh huh, that's right.  I still got it!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who knew a 3 year old could make my day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-3508822050171825955?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/3508822050171825955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/09/hubba-hubba.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3508822050171825955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3508822050171825955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/09/hubba-hubba.html' title='Hubba, Hubba'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-9030624482058193186</id><published>2009-08-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:53:04.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEAK PEAK:  Audrey's Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...a work in progress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 581px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 590px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 620px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 478px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 259px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-9030624482058193186?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/9030624482058193186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneak-peak-audreys-nursery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/9030624482058193186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/9030624482058193186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneak-peak-audreys-nursery.html' title='SNEAK PEAK:  Audrey&apos;s Nursery'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-8609153966112390734</id><published>2009-08-26T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:32:57.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Down, Bottoms Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28 days left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh.my.gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are down to DAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually...we have a few running "Due Dates".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wednesday, September 23rd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first date our doctor told us in the 8week ultrasound (which is what we've been sticking to).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 22nd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The date written in my medical chart based on that first ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (I could have heard wrong, but hubs heard the same thing.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 25th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The due date, based on my BIG 20 week ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Although, the first ultrasound is usually more accurate since baby's will grow at their own pace, but all start the same size. So earlier on the variance in size is slim.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In reality our official due date is probably 9/22/09. But since I started this blog based on 9/23/09... pics are on Wednesdays and that little Baby Ticker on the right is based on that date too.....that's what we're sticking with. For now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Audrey Marie is gaining about an ounce a day, weighs almost 6lbs (like a crenshaw melon), and is about 18.5 inches. She's starting to lose some of that baby fuzz, as well as the vernix caseosa, the waxy stuff that protected her skin for the past 36 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Next time you're at the the grocery store, pick up a 6 pound melon. And take a moment of silence for my aching hips and back. haha. For those of you who don't know what the heck a crenshaw melon looks like (myself included):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SpXKXuCNwII/AAAAAAAAAGY/lQ5Sg6T5wjU/s1600-h/36-crenshaw-melon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374424239179677826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SpXKXuCNwII/AAAAAAAAAGY/lQ5Sg6T5wjU/s200/36-crenshaw-melon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, as of now....our good little girl is HEAD DOWN! :) There's always time for her to flip, but hopefully she'll stay right where she needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Baby Bump - 36 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 532px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/36Weeks0Days006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-8609153966112390734?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/8609153966112390734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/head-down-bottoms-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8609153966112390734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8609153966112390734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/head-down-bottoms-up.html' title='Head Down, Bottoms Up!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SpXKXuCNwII/AAAAAAAAAGY/lQ5Sg6T5wjU/s72-c/36-crenshaw-melon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-7523480746324761331</id><published>2009-08-20T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:27:38.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 5 Weeks to Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35 weeks have flown by! In 5 weeks...possibly less...but no more than 7...we'll have a daugher. What an amazing thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Audrey is already about 18 inches long and is around 5 1/4 pounds...think honeydew. She doesn't have much room to do somersaults anymore, but you can bet she's finding room to kick and wiggle around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have I dropped? Is she head down? Heck if I know. haha. I have a feeling if she's not head down yet, then she's getting there, because her hiccups are at the lower part of my belly now...and about 99% of her kicks are at the top right. I've been getting some major leg spasms once or day or so...and my hips are starting to feel the pressure......so that could be a sign that she's getting ready to drop or has already started? Your guess is as good as mine. If I remember correctly (which is highly unlikely these days)...but I think the doc will check at my appointment next week. I'll keep ya posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend we'll be putting things together (swing, bouncer, carseat) and packing our hospital bags. And, if my body can keep up....hopefully I'll get some of Audrey's laundry washed and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nto the bump:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Sorry the picture is so BIG. My editor is acting up. When I make it smaller, it gets too pixalated]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Baby Bump - 35 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/35Weeks0Daysblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/35Weeks0Daysblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-7523480746324761331?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/7523480746324761331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/countdown-5-weeks-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7523480746324761331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7523480746324761331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/countdown-5-weeks-to-go.html' title='Countdown: 5 Weeks to Go!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-4086791786055134918</id><published>2009-08-12T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:04:39.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hump-Bump Day - 34 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still cannot believe how fast this pregnancy has progressed. Only 6 weeks left. Seriously!? It seems so close.....I can see the end of the pregnancy and the beginning of our life with our daughter. But I've realized that even though the weeks lessen, and D-Day gets closer... the days start to seem longer. I'm sure it's a combination of the anticipation of meeting our little sweet pea &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; my body getting more uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Audrey is now about 4 3/4 pounds, similar to the average size of a cantaloupe. (No wonder my hip bone and back are hurting!) And she's almost 18 inches long. But...if she's anything like her mama (who was 19 inches at birth), I'm sure her length growth will start to slow. :) Her central nervous system and lungs are still maturing, so we need her to stay in my belly for at least another 4 weeks minimum. (6 max would be great though!) The good news is that babies born between 34 &amp;amp; 37 weeks generally tend to do pretty well, aside from a brief stay in the NICU. Audrey Marie, listen to your mama....please stay put for a lil while longer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the end of my last trimester approaches, I often find myself reflecting on being pregnant. I didn't anticipate feeling this natural growing a body inside my own. All of the kicks &amp;amp; jabs, feeling tired, occasional hormones (and tears), the hunger pangs and bloating, the additional weight and pressure on my body...I never thought I'd be so happy to endure all of these symptoms. And, I certainly didn't think I'd be able to listen to what my body needs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;without the guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Or at least less guilt. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ladies, you know what I'm talking about...you know, when you have a long day at work, or just feel mentally or physically exhausted.....but feel guilty for not cleaning/cooking/going to the gym/etc?!) &lt;/span&gt;Well, since I've been pregnant...I feel less guilty when I need to listen to my body and take it slow. Because, really, if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; run down...she's going to feel the effects. It's also helps to have such supportive and helpful husband who picks up the slack. (And also encourages R&amp;amp;R with movie nights and trips to Maggie Moos Ice Creamery...our fav). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Onto the every growing bump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Baby Bump - 34 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/34Weeks004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-4086791786055134918?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/4086791786055134918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-hump-bump-day-34-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4086791786055134918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4086791786055134918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-hump-bump-day-34-weeks.html' title='Happy Hump-Bump Day - 34 Weeks!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-6287757416364845242</id><published>2009-08-10T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:28:21.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hormone Induced Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever since I can remember, I've been a sleep walker and I sleep "see things".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've never been one who has interesting dreams on a regular basis though.  Never the cool dreams about flying or doing something courageous.  Sure, they're in color.  But aside from that--they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; boring and unrealistic.  My "home" in my dreams is not my real home; my "friends" are rarely my real friends.  In fact-I cannot remember half of my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But since I was younger, whenever I'm stressed...mentally or physically exhausted... I do strange things.  It all started when I was going to take my first trip away from my parents...and continues now into my twenty-eighth year of life.  When I was younger, it usually consisted of me getting out of bed and walking out of my room/house/hotel and looking for something or someone.  Although these days, I'm not so much of an escape artist as I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;hallucinater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.   Yep.   I see things:  spiders hanging down from the ceiling, bugs or mice on the ground, people.  My dear, sweet husband knows the crazy look in my eyes now, and can ring me in and get me back to sleep in seconds.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Enter pregnancy hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SoC65L9FDeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PSXPJJvzOW8/s1600-h/779px-Sleep.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SoC65L9FDeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PSXPJJvzOW8/s320/779px-Sleep.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368496247449914850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Scary Dream #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my first pregnancy dreams, I "woke up" in a panic.  Sat straight up and searched around for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;the baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  Charlie had crawled to the top of the bed and was having trouble getting comfortable...and was scratching around in the sheets and blankets.  Apparently this was where Audrey was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; supposed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Where is she!?" I screamed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chris woke and looked at me, puzzled, "Who?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The baby!" Where is she!?"  I couldn't fathom why he was remaining so calm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the moment Chris probably realized his wife was in the running for the loony bin...again. What he said or did is slightly a  blur, but I remember becoming acutely aware that I was dreaming and baby was safely in my belly.  Even though I knew I was dreaming, I couldn't shake the feelings and was so sad.     Darn hormones win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Scary Dream #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes (in real life) Audrey shows us just how little room she has in my uterus.  She'll drag her knee or elbow across my belly...and you can see it poking out.  Or she'll kick really hard and repeatedly, and I'm convinced I can feel her little foot pushing on my belly.  It's crazy to be able to make out the body part (or at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;I can tell what it is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, last night my dreams (and hormones) took this idea a little too far.  In dreamland, Audrey was pushing my belly...kicking at first...and then nudging with her baby fist.  THEN... apparently my skin became very pliable and I could SEE the details of her hand -- my stomach forming around her as she reached for me!!  WHAT THE HECK?? I was so scared, but so amazed at the same time as she tried to hold my finger.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But thinking about this dream now...with sunlight &amp;amp; reason at at the forefront of my mind...and I am completely freaked out!   **chills**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hormones, please have mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And....please, please....don't let my daughter be as crazy as me!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-6287757416364845242?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/6287757416364845242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-hormone-induced-dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/6287757416364845242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/6287757416364845242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-hormone-induced-dreams.html' title='Crazy Hormone Induced Dreams'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SoC65L9FDeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PSXPJJvzOW8/s72-c/779px-Sleep.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-7743024584199069478</id><published>2009-08-05T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:32:52.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Week Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, here we are...33 weeks into this pregnancy and 7 weeks remaining. Still cannot believe how fast it's passing by! People ask how I'm feeling these days. Although are quite a few things slowing me down lately, we have so much to be grateful for that I cannot complain. (Well, I can't complain &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Audrey is just over 4 pounds...imagine a nice, ripe pineapple. Her length is passing 17 inches now and she's starting to lose that wrinkled, alien look. She's moving more than ever and getting stronger, too. (Is it possible to be internally bruised? Cuz I definitely have sensitive spots in my belly!) Kick me as much as you'd like, baby girl......just keep healthy, and don't try to come meet us too early!  But not too late either!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the bump...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby Bump - 33 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/33Weeks0Days001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/33Weeks0Days001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/33Weeks0Days001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-7743024584199069478?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/7743024584199069478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/33-week-bump.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7743024584199069478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7743024584199069478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/33-week-bump.html' title='33 Week Bump'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-9147369449154472795</id><published>2009-08-03T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:41:04.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We brought our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "fur-baby" home in December 2006 soon after we got back from our honeymoon.  Little tiny Charlie was 8 weeks old, 3lbs, and most definitely the cutest puppy ever.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Modesty??)   &lt;/span&gt;He's a cocker spaniel and bichon frise mix. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;call him a Cock-a-chon;  I endearingly call him our furry mutt.     :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie - around 2 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SndHzQ8xRuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/atGqagmMLG8/s1600-h/cdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SndHzQ8xRuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/atGqagmMLG8/s320/cdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365836427083990754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Charlie - around 2 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SndIuP8eVNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wXyTUFk2G9g/s1600-h/cdog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SndIuP8eVNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wXyTUFk2G9g/s320/cdog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365837440426595538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although Chuck's life will be forever changed when Audrey joins our family, we think he'll adjust fine.  At that point, he'll be just about 3years old. He's had plenty of practice with kids, including our nephews, niece, and plenty of neighborhood kids, too.  Honestly, I don't think Charlie will pay our daughter too much attention...until she is able to roll the ball for him!  (One track mind. Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie - 2 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SndFy1-KXHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T8uFZ1-SGSY/s1600-h/chuck+up+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SndFy1-KXHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T8uFZ1-SGSY/s320/chuck+up+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365834220818816114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are often saying to us, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor Charlie will be ignored when you have your baby&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll forget all about him&lt;/span&gt;"  etc.  We have no doubt that having a baby will change all aspects our lives...including the time given to the Chuck-meister.  And we know those first few &lt;del&gt;weeks&lt;/del&gt; months will kick our butts and Charlie will have to do with a lil less attention.  But we also know that this attention-craving, ball obsessed, cheese-lovin fur-ball will always be an important part of our lives......and we won't neglect him.  We'll incorporate him into our evolving family.  How could you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; love this pup??  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple clips of our "practice baby" for your amusement:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/er1gKNlErYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/er1gKNlErYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B8B2VfbBV30&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B8B2VfbBV30&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-9147369449154472795?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/9147369449154472795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-charlie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/9147369449154472795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/9147369449154472795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-charlie.html' title='Ode to Charlie'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SndHzQ8xRuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/atGqagmMLG8/s72-c/cdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-7051103857087946957</id><published>2009-07-29T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:24:17.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers Never Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   28: &lt;/span&gt;Number of weeks pregnant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       8:&lt;/span&gt; Weeks til we meet our Audrey Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;           5:&lt;/span&gt; Average number of times I eat ice cream per week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:&lt;/span&gt; Approximate min it takes Audrey to move 10 times during our "kick counts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16:&lt;/span&gt; Average visits to the ladies room per day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         28:&lt;/span&gt; My age when I lose a belly &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[riiiight]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and gain a daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   29:&lt;/span&gt; Chris' age when he becomes a Daddy (Unless she's born around 38wks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;???:&lt;/span&gt; My weight. Something I've never seen the scale say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;[ahh!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our lil girl is gaining weight every week, and is now approximately 3.75 pounds, similar to a large jicama.  She's about 16.7 inches long...which explains the lack of room I'm feeling in my uterus.  She'll gain a third to half of her birth weight in these last 7 weeks.  Apparently, I'll be gaining about a pound a week, half of which will go directly to her.  But...this begs the question: where does that other 1/2 pound go?? Hmm. Let's chalk it up to extra blood in my system.  :)  (Actually, the doc says I'm doing pretty well in terms of weight gain...right where I should be. So I won't cut back on the ice cream.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a feeling that Audrey is starting to move into "position"...head down, feet up.  After eating chocolate ice cream two nights ago  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(See a pattern here?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, she really got moving.   :)  She started rolling around a lot, and I felt kicks up at the top right of my belly, which was new for us. (I just figured she loves chocolate, too and was thanking me.)  The next morning, however, the kicks were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;persistent in that same spot on the top.  Not to mention, the big head-like bulge at the lower left of my belly. (Kind of on the diagonal.) So, maybe she's gettin' ready to get ready!  Or, maybe I'm just new at this and making things up all together.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Random side note:  Audrey loves the right side of my belly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Onto the bump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Baby Bump - 32 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/32wks0days003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 569px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/32wks0days003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-7051103857087946957?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/7051103857087946957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/07/numbers-never-lie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7051103857087946957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7051103857087946957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/07/numbers-never-lie.html' title='Numbers Never Lie'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-4565039063546329034</id><published>2009-07-24T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:49:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darndest Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I mentioned in my previous post, Chris' sister Jen and her husband Todd came into town, along with their two sons.  Our nephews really cannot get much cuter or any more fun.  Braden is 5.5 starting kindergarten this Fall and Carter is turning 3 this September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This trip was the first time we've seen them since being "with child."  So, seeing Auntie Kiki* with a huge belly was a change.  While Carter didn't pay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;much attention to my ever growing bump or Baby Audrey, as they called her.......Braden had a few comical things to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;While I was plating my dinner their first night....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Kiki, hurry up and eat so Audrey can catch the food!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;After having my backed turned to my nephew one afternoon....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Kiki, you don't look big from the back!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Oh yeah?  That's good to hear!  And what about the front...?  Do I look big this way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Braden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:   [grinning ear to ear realizing the indication]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;".....yes....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wanting to show me the bird guarding her nest filled with eggs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Braden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Kiki, come outside!  Come see the bird's nest.  She's having babies....like you!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lastly,  this one from Carter.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the beach in my bikini top and shorts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter&lt;/span&gt;:  [Looks at my belly and points]  "Big belly".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So true, Carter, so true.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adorable Nephews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Sm3xSFlF4kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lrorjC4H7Yg/s1600-h/B%26C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Sm3xSFlF4kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lrorjC4H7Yg/s320/B%26C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363208024305820226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carter and Braden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*Auntie Kiki originated from the nickname Keykey, which  is what my sister Jenny called me when younger, and then Paige used it, too.  (They couldn't pronounce Kristen).   And the name stuck!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-4565039063546329034?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/4565039063546329034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/07/kids-say-dardest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4565039063546329034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4565039063546329034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/07/kids-say-dardest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darndest Things...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Sm3xSFlF4kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lrorjC4H7Yg/s72-c/B%26C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-8142846547324157262</id><published>2009-07-24T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:21:28.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once you pop...you can't stop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes...pregnancy is like Pringles. Once you pop...you just can't stop......til "D" Day,  Delivery Day, that is.    :)  And this growin' belly is no exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know - I've been a bad, bad blogger lately.  I deserve a time out.  But life has been busy, as you could imagine!  We've been working hard painting, getting furniture moved in, hanging the valance, and organizing and cleaning for our lil angel.....AND for our house guests.  My family and Chris' flew in to celebrate our Shower for Audrey and what a great week it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First, let's start this catch-up post with some belly pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby Bump - 29 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/29Wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 466px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/29Wks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Baby Bump - 30 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/30Wks3Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 468px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/30Wks3Days.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Baby Bump - 31 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/31Wks0Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 483px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/31Wks0Days.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;Did you see the sneak peak of the nursery??  That's all you get for now!  There will be more to come as we get organized...and fun decor on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lil Audrey, now 31 weeks, lets me know she's well by moving throughout the entire day now.  She's not so much a kicker, as she is roller.  (I'm pretty sure she's crawling around in there!)  Our baby girl is around 3.3 pounds, similar to that of 4 naval oranges...and she's heading into a growth spurt!  By now, her lil arms and legs are starting to 'plump' up, and there's no doubt that she'll have the infamous Prilaman and Kline cheeks.  (Check out pics below of Brooklyn and Rylie...I'm pretty sure our daughter will be a combo of those two! And they're adorable...so thats great with us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Shower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chris' mom, sister, and good family friend (Karen, Jen, and Marilyn respectively) threw us an amazing shower.  Expecting our first child often has Chris and I reflecting on how good life is and how happy we are.  We are both grateful for the lives we lead, and try to make sure we appreciate everyday that we are healthy and happy.  But......having a house full of woman who are genuine and supportive and excited about our expanding family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;brought our appreciation to a whole new level.  Being surrounded such a great circle of family and friends really put into perspective how truly blessed we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower started off with some mix n mingling followed by a salad buffett lunch.  And when I say buffet...I mean...smorgasbord!  And it was delicious...and about 98% home made.  Potato salad, pasta salad, green salad, orzo salad, fruit salad, veggies and dip, Hawaiian rolls...I think I'm salivating. Let's just say no one left hungry, and many were requesting recipes.  (And considering many of us are pregnant or nursing....let's just say we really appreciate some good grub!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we played a few low key games and then dug into the phenomenal cake.  Now, as you'll see in the pics below, the cake was not only beautiful...and had matching cupcakes....but it was so moist and scrumptious, too!   It was a huge hit.  And, it was made by Marilyn's daughter, to boot!  (Really!  She just started her own cake business...let me know if you need her info!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shower Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/CakesnFood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 137px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/CakesnFood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;Once we were all in a good food coma and inside with the air conditioning pumping, Chris joined us as the ladies showered Audrey with some wonderful gifts.  (In an unplanned turn of events, Chris' family made him sit with me while I opened.  He was a good sport, and I was SO excited...cuz all eyes were on two of us...rather than just me).  :) The generosity of our friends and family was endless.  We received lots of the necessities that a new baby calls for and a few homemade items that we'll cherish forever.  Thank you all so much for your love and support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Below are some kodak moments from the day.  [I included a few highlights, but I'm sure there are some details...and guests...left out.]&lt;/span&gt;  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/July2009072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 303px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/July2009072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bro-n-law Joey, Sister Jenny, Niece Brooklyn, Mom Kline, Sister Paige, Me, and Daddy-to-be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Great Girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Friends1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 256px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Friends1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carrie, Me, Becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;More Fabulous Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Friends2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 258px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Friends2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Calista, Niki, Me, Kristy, Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adorable Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Shower-Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 177px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Shower-Kids.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nephew Braden, Niece Brooklyn, Nephew Carter, and Cousin Rylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AND...the Wonderful &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hardworking) &lt;/span&gt;Hostesses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Hostesses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 258px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Hostesses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Family Friend Marilyn, Sis-in-Law Jen, and Ma-in-Law Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you everyone for such a wonderful shower!&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed.  Thanks for your love and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/30Wks3Days3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 470px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/30Wks3Days3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy-to-be and Daddy-to-be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-8142846547324157262?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/8142846547324157262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-you-popyou-cant-stop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8142846547324157262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8142846547324157262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-you-popyou-cant-stop.html' title='Once you pop...you can&apos;t stop!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-3657216265324072361</id><published>2009-07-02T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:12:39.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Trimester...28 weeks down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now the real countdown begins! 3 months left. 12 weeks. 84 days. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are so excited to meet our little Audrey, but are grateful for the time we have left to get ready. The nursery is finally cleared out, and paint is mostly on the walls with some finishing touches needed. [Chris, being the wonderful husband that he is, had paint on the walls to surprise me when I got home. Awww] And, after a little hitch, turns out our furniture will in fact be delivered next week. Checking things off the list, and it feels great. It feels &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;. SHE'S ALMOST HERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week Audrey is about 2 and a quarter pounds, like a Chinese cabbage. Her eyes are opening and closing....and are now adorned with lashes. (Hopefully dark lashes like her daddy's.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a doctor appt yesterday, and now I'll start to go in every 2 weeks. That's a lot of appointments! All to make sure she's on track, so I don't mind one bit. I did a second round of bloodwork, checking to see if I'm animic (anymore than last time) and to check for gestational diabetes. (Dear God, please don't take my ice cream away from me!) haha. More importantly, it's not healthy for the baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are also starting our kick counts to make sure Audrey is moving consistently...which she seems to have no problem doing so far. LOL. So, everyday around the same time (after dinner for us)...I time how long it takes her to kick 10 times. Last night it took 14 minutes, which I think is a lot! Naturally after I was done counting, she started moving around like crazy. Maybe she was brushing up on her dance skills....shuffle, shuffle, tap, tap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I felt my first Braxton Hicks contraction last week! It happened two days in a row, while at work.......a tight squeezing under my belly button. Hasn't happened since, though.&lt;/span&gt; Phew. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Didn't "hurt", but didn't feel good).  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Baby Bump - 28 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 532px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/28Weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-3657216265324072361?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/3657216265324072361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-trimester28-weeks-down.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3657216265324072361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3657216265324072361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-trimester28-weeks-down.html' title='3rd Trimester...28 weeks down'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-4535166074780240010</id><published>2009-06-25T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:27:24.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Weeks...last part of the 2nd Trimester</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, Miss Audrey is still growing by the week...as is my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is weighs about 2lbs, like a head of cauliflower, and is about 14.5 inches long. She is opening and closing her eyes, possibly sucking her fingers....and even sleeping and waking at regular intervals. (Too bad she couldn't continue the latter right out of the womb!) Although her lungs are still immature, I read that they would be capable of function, with lots of medical help, if she were born now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey has been quite the mover and shaker lately...swimming laps and practicing her boxing...anything to pass the time. She has even taken to kickboxing right against my full bladder. Our little girl is definitely making her presence known, but I have to be grateful...she is quite gentle considering how much (or little) room she has in there. Not to mention...I LOVE feeling her move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I took our first (of two) Childbirth Prep Class last Saturday...five hours long. And believe it or not, it was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;information overload. The hard chairs were a pain towards the end of class (I could have used a nice comfortable couch), but other than that...it was pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I didn't have to drag the husband! He even said time went faster than he thought. But I did buy him an ice cream cone right before class and brought us lots of snacks. You could say I was sharpening my bribery skills on Chris with the aid of treats &amp;amp; snacks, before I use it on our kids.] Is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned all about the signs of labor, what to expect during labor and delivery, epidurals and their benefits vs risks, and how big 10 centimeters really is! [wowsers] Our instructor is super sweet and pretty knowledgeable, although our classmates left something to be desired. There must have been about 10 - 12 couples...only 3 of which (including us) looked like we wanted to be there. Even the moms-to-be looked miserable! The looks on their faces resembled h.s. kids on the last week of class. No joke. One class down......and one more left this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, here's the latest pic of me and my girl!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Baby Bump - 27 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 532px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/27Weeks0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-4535166074780240010?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/4535166074780240010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/27-weekslast-part-of-2nd-trimester.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4535166074780240010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4535166074780240010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/27-weekslast-part-of-2nd-trimester.html' title='27 Weeks...last part of the 2nd Trimester'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-5485472955347577947</id><published>2009-06-25T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:04:38.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realize that we've yet to make an "official" announcement of our BabyGirl's name on the blog!  (Just got so used to calling her BabyP or BabyGirl).  Although we haven't mentioned it on here, it hasn't been kept "secret" per se... just telling people as it came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get to it already!   We are going to name our Baby Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Audreytag4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 164px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Audreytag4.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Audrey Marie Prilaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey is one of the few girl names we agreed on from the start and we've really just fallen in love with it.  We've been referring to our BabyGirl with that name since we found out "it" was a "she". And the name seems to fit her now.   :)   It's an older name, more traditional, yet not quite one of the Golden Girls...and definitely not too many at the local park/school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meaning of Audrey:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Noble strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marie is my middle name, as well as the middle name of my Mom.  It was really important to me to use this name for my first girl if possible. Luckily Marie can 'go' with pretty much any name. [Who knows, maybe Audrey will carry on the tradition&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or, maybe she'll want to beat to her own drum.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey is neither a family name, nor is she being named after the actress (Audrey Hepburn).  Just a name both Chris and I really love...and hope she will too.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Making her debut this September:  Audrey Marie!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-5485472955347577947?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/5485472955347577947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/5485472955347577947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/5485472955347577947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-3741188811252382328</id><published>2009-06-22T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:42:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanted to share this sweet email sent to me by my friend and neighbor, who has recently become a "mommy" this June.  Although nothing can truly prepare you for motherhood, the story below gives us new moms-to-be a hint of the life changes that lie ahead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Storkwithbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 146px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Storkwithbaby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Being a Mom.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. 'We're taking a survey,' she says half-joking. 'Do you think I should have a baby?' 'It will change your life,' I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. 'I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations. But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash and every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop her best crystal without a moment’s hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or  shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. 'You'll never regret it,' I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-3741188811252382328?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/3741188811252382328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3741188811252382328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/3741188811252382328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-mom.html' title='Being a Mom...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-1033223454267462411</id><published>2009-06-18T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:57:46.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frilly Little Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, aside from all of the cleaning and organizing we've been working on.....we've had a bit of fun too.  Decorating you first baby's nursery, especially a lil girl, can be overwhelming.  Bold colors and loud prints that she can grow into?  Mature patterns and colors that fit into our house decor? Something girly and frilly...in case she is our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, after much debate (internal-debate, that is...Chris pretty much gave me full-reign, but he held veto power) I decided to go with pink and feminine and traditional.  Let's get real: it won't be long until she's choosing what she wants to put on her walls and grows up too fast, so I'm making her nursery our frilly, lacy, little sanctuary while I can.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just wanted to share the progress we've made so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;* The Furniture *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crib, hutch, and 6 drawer dresser &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not shown)&lt;/span&gt; in Espresso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The crib is a "Lifetime" Crib, which can into a toddler bed, daybed, and full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/CribandDresser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 330px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/CribandDresser.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;* The Bedding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We found this "Emma Rose" Kidsline Bedding at a local baby store,&lt;br /&gt;but then learned it was being discontinued.  With some help of my fab sis-in-law, we found a heck of a deal online for a 6 piece set! The pattern has dark and light pink roses and hints of purple too. The quilt has the most adorable cream lace w/ rose buds, and the flip-side of the quilt is a white pattern with tiny pink rosebuds, too.  Does it get anymore girly and feminine?  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(The picture does not do it justice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Quilt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;* The Wall Color*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although a specific brand or color of paint has not been chosen or purchased, we have decided on a light lavender color for the walls.  I'm hoping this, as well as splashes of sage green, will add a nice contrast to the pink.  (The wall color below is similar to what we're looking at, but may go a bit lighter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/CribandDresser.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Lavender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 196px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Lavender.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, that's where the nursery stands as of now.  Once we're able to clear out her room, we'll paint and start putting things together.  There are still little odds and ends to decide on....art for the walls...artsy pictures, her name hanging on the wall, family pictures...and choosing a glider.  All-in-all, I feel okay about  where we're at.....but these weekend will fly by before we know it.  And I'm ready to see our plan in action.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-1033223454267462411?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/1033223454267462411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/frilly-little-nursery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/1033223454267462411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/1033223454267462411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/frilly-little-nursery.html' title='Frilly Little Nursery'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-2150072273479207566</id><published>2009-06-17T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:20:23.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>97 Days To Go...!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our baby girl is now 26 weeks along...only around 14 weeks until she's here!   [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Holy cow!&lt;/span&gt;]   We've been busy preparing for BabyP...attempting to clean out the "nursery-to-be" and cleaning the garages out and reorganizing the entire condo.  The furniture is ready to be picked up at the store, and the bedding has come in...if only we had her room painted and ready for decorations.  =)   This weekend, however, rather than focusing on "nesting"...Chris and I have our first Childbirth Preparation Class.  I'm sure I'll have some interesting tidbits to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and our baby girl is the length of an English hothouse cucumber and weighs around a pound and two-thirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, the bumps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Baby Bump - 25 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/June2009013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 350px; height: 521px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/June2009013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Baby Bump - 26 Weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/June2009003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 354px; height: 526px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/June2009003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-2150072273479207566?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/2150072273479207566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/97-days-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/2150072273479207566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/2150072273479207566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/97-days-to-go.html' title='97 Days To Go...!?!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-7002741195240165250</id><published>2009-06-04T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:29:36.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Weeks Left!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our little girl is growing and growing and at 24 weeks young, she's about the size of an ear of corn.  Although she has been pretty lean up to this point.....she will now start filling in and forming those Prilaman-Kline cheeks we all know she'll don.  Her brain is still growing, her respiratory system is refining and taste buds are developing.  I've read that the foods I eat now can possibly effect her 'likes' when she's older.  Guess I better start eating &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; more veggies!  (And less ice cream...? Nah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I had a doctor appointment where we went over the BIG ultrasound...and everything looks great!  BabyP's size, weight, and organs are all growing as they should.  (Thank the Lord.)  According to her size at the ultrasound, we are still due at the end of September... putting us somewhere between September 22nd and 25th.  For clarity, we'll just stick with 9/23/09.  :)  Here's the latest bump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Baby Bump - 24 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/24wks001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 332px; height: 496px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/24wks001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-7002741195240165250?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/7002741195240165250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/16-weeks-left.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7002741195240165250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7002741195240165250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/06/16-weeks-left.html' title='16 Weeks Left!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-699901051841483802</id><published>2009-05-28T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:56:08.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Weeks Bump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I took a week hiatus after visiting family up in the Bay Area. But, our baby girl has been busy growing and I've got the bump to prove it. This week she's around 11 inches long, and should weigh a little over a pound....about the size of a large mango. Her sense of movement is becoming more developed and she can now feel me dance. (Bring on the music, honey!) Now BabyP's ears are sharper than ever and preparing her for the noisey world. Loud noises that she hears now...such as a barking Charlie dog...might seem familiar and may not faze her once we bring her home. (We can only hope!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some random thoughts about pregnancy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Last week I was actually able to "see" my belly move for the first time. Feeling our her move is always unbelievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Although feeling her move is always a blessing, it was interesting earlier this week when she chose to nap all day, but then kick away when I went to sleep that night. Boy is she getting strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Speaking of sleep, Chris bought me a new pillow made by Boppy to help me be more comfortable. So far it's a slight improvement...but I really miss sleeping on my back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Thanks to all the mama's who've lent me their pregnancy clothes! You underestimate the value of variety and fit in your wardrobe until your pregnant and limited to 2 pants and 5 tops. LOL. (My dress below is compliments of Dani...thanks, girl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5) Ice Cream. I'm trying to continue my healthy eating habits and not using my pregnancy to eat everything in sight. I will not, however, give up my ice cream. It is a good source of calcium. At least it's of the slow churned variety... which &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; lower in fat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6) My stomach is starting to feel fuller faster. And I'm definitely starting to feel the extra weight. I'm pretty sure my belly rests on my lap when I sit! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7) My baby is eating my brain. I'm forgetful, clumsy, and even saying my words funny. (It's a great excuse for my normal 'flaws'....but I'm pretty darn sure it's getting worse by the month). Please forgive any typos! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8) Linea Nigra...Latin for "black line" ...is the dark vertical line that appears on your abdomen from your belly button down. It is a type of hyperpigmentation thought to be caused by the estra estrogen. And...it's definitely starting appearing on my belly. Check out the before and after:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Bump - 11 wks 3days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341088958314356290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Sh9cG_oWnkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TwECYAvQR3A/s320/11wks+3days++-+Mar+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Bump - 23 wks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341088962778675634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 222px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Sh9cHQQuubI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oa8vYN1wtUo/s320/23wks.1.blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;[Why the heck does my tummy look tan?! It has not seen the sun since March  and only for 20minutes.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Bump - 23 wks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341088970958479154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 219px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Sh9cHuu8nzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TbOlTjDa-FI/s320/23wks.2.blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly Bump - 23 wks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/23wks0Days003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 545px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/23wks0Days003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-699901051841483802?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/699901051841483802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/05/23-weeks-bump.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/699901051841483802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/699901051841483802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/05/23-weeks-bump.html' title='23 Weeks Bump!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Sh9cG_oWnkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TwECYAvQR3A/s72-c/11wks+3days++-+Mar+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-8290841743893791987</id><published>2009-05-14T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:56:38.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lickety Split...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This update is going to be a quick one. Lots of things to do before traveling to visit our new niece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl is growing and growing.....and is making her presence known by the size of my belly.  She is about the length of a carrot, and as of last week she was 13ounces....and I'm sure she's grown a bit since then.  (See picture below) LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been really trying to stay active with long walks in the early morning, and Charlie-the-pup doesn't seem to mind.  Aside from the teen-like pimples on my face, I'm feeling good lately.  I have most of my energy back (although bedtime is still early) and my hunger pangs have subsided &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(somewhat)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl of ours sure is active.  She was moving all around for our ultrasound,  and yesterday she was practicing her kicks and punches.  (But I didn't mind that one bit.)  She goes through quite days and then tries to kick my butt on others.....so I'll take any movement I can get.  :) They are love taps, I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK, not a "short" blog...but I do type fast.  *winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Bump - 21 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/IMG_2332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 445px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/IMG_2332.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Bump - 21 Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/IMG_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 459px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/IMG_2329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-8290841743893791987?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/8290841743893791987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/05/lickety-split.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8290841743893791987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8290841743893791987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/05/lickety-split.html' title='Lickety Split...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-6456409395540243478</id><published>2009-05-07T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:33:57.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar, Spice...and Everything Nice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............that's what our little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;GIRL &lt;/span&gt;is made of!   :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Probably a surprise to a lot of you...since 59% of voters thought we'd be having a boy.  :)   Needless to say, Chris and I are on cloud nine.  Not only do we know that we have a daughter in our future...but so far, everything has checked out okay.  (You know, two feet, two hands, healthy heart, full spine....the vital things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.  Say hi to our beautiful BabyGirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Profile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Profile2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Profile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 321px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Profile1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Feet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 320px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Feet2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Face2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 319px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Face2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Spine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 322px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/Spine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-6456409395540243478?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/6456409395540243478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/05/sugar-spiceand-everything-nice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/6456409395540243478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/6456409395540243478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/05/sugar-spiceand-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar, Spice...and Everything Nice!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-2920389758750877387</id><published>2009-05-05T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:24:36.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We've officially hit half-time, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;20 weeks down...around 20 more to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;According to "them" ...BabyP should weigh about 10.5 ounces now and is about 6.5 inches long from head to bottom, and 10 inches long from head to heel. (Guess now we'll be measuring from head to heel now that BabyP is not curled up so much). Anyone wanna guess what fruit or veggie BabyP is most like this week?? If you guessed the length of a banana, you are correct! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After tomorrow....we'll be able to throw these estimates to the wayside, and share have some real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;numbers from the doctor. OH yeah....we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;share the gender with you, too. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DON'T FORGET! If you haven't already, take our poll and let us know whether you think BabyP is a boy or girl. Look like the majority of votes are for boy.....we'll see soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the latest pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Baby Bump - 20wks 1day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/20wks1day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 429px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/20wks1day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lastly.......but definitely not least.......we were given a baby niece this weekend!  My sister and her husband, Jenny and Joey, welcomed their baby girl into the world.  Brooklyn Rose was born on May 2nd at 5:16am weighing 8lbs 5oz and 19in.  Mom, Dad, and baby girl are doing wonderful.  I know BabyP and Brooklyn will make great friends very soon. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-2920389758750877387?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/2920389758750877387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/2920389758750877387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/2920389758750877387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-time.html' title='Half-time'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-8710883133448068253</id><published>2009-04-29T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:43:45.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition? Gut feeling? No clue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seems like everyone we talk to has a strong opinion on whether BabyP will be a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Chris and I go back and forth on what we think "it" is.....but there are no certain feelings either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's your chance to let us know what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;think.    =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Team Pink&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Team Blue&lt;/span&gt; in the poll we've created on the right side of this blog.  You can only vote once, so no attempting to sway results. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/boy_girl_symbols-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 177px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/boy_girl_symbols-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The poll will be open until next Wednesday evening when we will [hopefully] be revealing the gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see what you all think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-8710883133448068253?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/8710883133448068253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/intuition-gut-feeling-no-clue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8710883133448068253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8710883133448068253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/intuition-gut-feeling-no-clue.html' title='Intuition? Gut feeling? No clue?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-201452625027304726</id><published>2009-04-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:58:07.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POW! BAM! BOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Cosmic Battle of the&lt;br /&gt;Comedic Husband vs. the Hormonal Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/us18wks-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 320px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/us18wks-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a hot Sunday as we prepared for a family outing.  I'm trying on  &lt;del&gt;a million&lt;/del&gt; one or two outfits and continuing my regular struggle of "pregnant or beer gut?"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I turn my back to my dear, sweet husband and ask him a question I ask all too often...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Honey, does this shirt make me look wide??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chris doesn't miss a beat, and replies with a big smile on his face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;No, your belly does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spun around, slightly shocked that he would go there, but I'm overcome with laughter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's lucky I love him so much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's lucky I think he's one of the funniest people I know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's lucky that he defeated my potentially dangerous hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he could be so lucky next time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-201452625027304726?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/201452625027304726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/pow-bam-boom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/201452625027304726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/201452625027304726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/pow-bam-boom.html' title='POW! BAM! BOOM!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-7791892905877116467</id><published>2009-04-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:33:50.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Bumps, and Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...one week and one day until the "big ultrasound" where we take a closer look at all of the important organs and ligaments BabyP has been busy growing.  And, while definitely not the most important goal of the day........we will [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;] be finding out the SEX of our lil bean!!  Eager to be prepared, we've been discussing names and with luck we will share the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;gender of BabyP next week.  (We aren't sharing names quite yet, but will once it's decided.  The gender will be revealed asap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked our 19th week of pregnancy. (Almost half-way through already!) BabyP has been making him/herself known with sporadic movements....and Daddy-to-be got to feel for the first time this Sunday.  It was a moment we'll never forget.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Baby Bump - 19 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/19wks0days_123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 416px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/19wks0days_123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tomatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just in case you were wondering....what food would BabyP be equivalent to...here's your answer:  from head to bottom, our baby is about the size of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;large heirloom tomato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  (See pic below if you are confused between heirlooms and romas).  It's (I hate using "it") now weighs about 8.5 ounces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week, our Sweet BabyP's brain  is developing areas for smell, taste, hearing, vision, and touch.  And may be able to hear us now!  So, look out for less bad words and more singing from Mommy-to-be.  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hair is starting to form and BabyP's arms and legs should now be the correct proportion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Large Heirloom Tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/19-heirloom-tomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 146px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/19-heirloom-tomato.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[Credit: Picture borrowed from Babycenter.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, there's the weekly update of BabyP. Stay tuned for a few extra posts this week.  And be sure to check back next week for the BIG NEWS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-7791892905877116467?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/7791892905877116467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-bumps-and-tomatoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7791892905877116467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/7791892905877116467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-bumps-and-tomatoes.html' title='Sex, Bumps, and Tomatoes'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-4584653631301276910</id><published>2009-04-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:00:25.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's First Kick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday was an amazing day...it was a lazy Sunday, beautiful weather, and oh yeah- I FELT THE BABY MOVE! :) Okay, so it wasn't so much a kick as a "tap, tap" but i felt it several times in the afternoon, and after dinner too. Definitely not as strange as I thought it'd feel (kind of cool actually) and so reassuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been a bad blogger...but we are 18 weeks along today and here are the pics I'm behind on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Bump - 17wks 3days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Se1GfVWPFgI/AAAAAAAAADw/4xo2DeCNGQc/s1600-h/17wks+3days+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326991438369461762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 226px; height: 338px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Se1GfVWPFgI/AAAAAAAAADw/4xo2DeCNGQc/s320/17wks+3days+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Bump - 18wks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/18wks5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 353px;" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/18wks5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prilaman Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326997927773466978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 208px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Se1MZEQt8WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/c6eYfDVx-J8/s320/17wks+3days+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-4584653631301276910?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/4584653631301276910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/babys-first-kick.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4584653631301276910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4584653631301276910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/babys-first-kick.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Kick!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Se1GfVWPFgI/AAAAAAAAADw/4xo2DeCNGQc/s72-c/17wks+3days+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-6407519435661560277</id><published>2009-04-06T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:08:11.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Weeks and Still growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello, hello! Not too much new on the baby front...just gettin' ready to get ready. (Meaning I'm making lists of all of the organizing &amp;amp; nesting we have coming up in the next few months). But BabyP is still growing and is apparently the size of an avocado this week....about 4.5 inches from head to butt and weighs around 3.5 ounces. All of his/her body parts are growing and moving around (eyes more centered, ears where they should be, etc). And I guess our little bean will hit a growth spurt...double his/her weight and adding inches! I have a feeling Mommy will be purchasing some maternity jeans very soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have a check up this week, and the "BIG" ultrasound in May is quickly approaching. Are we going to find out the sex??? YES we are &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;absolutely &lt;/span&gt;going to find out ...and NO we will &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be keeping it a secret. I promise to post it here as soon as possible. (And let's hope BabyP cooperates!) lol. To be quiet honest...we don't have a preference whether BabyP is a boy or girl. There are such benefits and wonderful things to look forward to if we are blessed with a son or a daughter.....we just pray that everything looks healthy in the next ultrasound. (Cliche? Sure, but &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so  very &lt;/span&gt;true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the latest belly pic. I think we forgot to take a pic of Week 15 (oops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Baby Bump - 16 wks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdqRHlxShEI/AAAAAAAAADo/5Zhr5W_5Dwg/s1600-h/2009-4-5.16wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321725469275620418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdqRHlxShEI/AAAAAAAAADo/5Zhr5W_5Dwg/s320/2009-4-5.16wks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-6407519435661560277?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/6407519435661560277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/16-weeks-and-still-growing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/6407519435661560277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/6407519435661560277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/04/16-weeks-and-still-growing.html' title='16 Weeks and Still growing'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdqRHlxShEI/AAAAAAAAADo/5Zhr5W_5Dwg/s72-c/2009-4-5.16wks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-4416721549755955155</id><published>2009-03-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:29:54.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tension Headache: 1   Kristen: 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a &lt;del&gt;boring&lt;/del&gt; quick update on why my promised picture post was late.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WARNING: This post may make you sleepy.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, for the past 3-4 years I've been the victim of tension headaches. (Not to be confused with migraines.)  They creep up on me and I've yet to figure out the cause.  These neck/headaches start as a super uncomfortable tightness in my shoulders &amp;amp; neck - sometimes I can work through them and sometimes they just knock me out.   Well, last week...the tension won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday I stayed home from work with a pretty bad headache, thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can sleep &amp;amp; ice it away&lt;/span&gt;". (Keep in mind - these headaches are no fun when you are pregnant and can't take the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;drugs!)  :)   Anyhow, Wednesday I couldn't keep any liquids down...not tiny sips of water or even the Gatorade ice cubes my husband so lovingly made me.  So, Thursday  morning (still not eating or drinking anything), my kind mother-in-law took me to urgent care where they hooked me up to an IV to get me and BabyP rehydrated &amp;amp; un-nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The worst part about the whole affair......was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;the huge needle the nurse kept trying to stick into my child-like hand &amp;amp; skinny, dehydrated veins.  OUCH! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (They ended up using a baby needle in my arm!)&lt;/span&gt;  Nope, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;worst part&lt;/span&gt; was that I had to cancel my trip to the Bay Area to visit my family......to celebrate my baby sister's 18th birthday (Happy Bday, Paige!) and Jenny &amp;amp; Joey's baby shower (Love you, niece-to-be!).  It was a sad decision, but it didn't make since to go gallivanting across California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm feeling much better at this point.  Just wanted to give you the update.  Thanks if you actually read this whole post!  *winks*  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Told you this post wouldn't be exciting!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, Kristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Here's a cute comic to liven this post up. Thought it was fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEPf5WNbBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GwOJ8oHL4uM/s1600-h/comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEPf5WNbBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GwOJ8oHL4uM/s320/comic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319049675545603090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-4416721549755955155?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/4416721549755955155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/03/tension-headache-1-kristen-0.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4416721549755955155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/4416721549755955155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/03/tension-headache-1-kristen-0.html' title='Tension Headache: 1   Kristen: 0'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEPf5WNbBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GwOJ8oHL4uM/s72-c/comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-112111185584878224</id><published>2009-03-23T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:55:56.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, two left to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so this is a tad late with good reason (to be explained in upcoming posts)... but it's time to officially announce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE OUT OF THE FIRST TRIMESTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It feels like a weight has been lifted from our shoulders (&amp;amp; pressed on my bladder...ha). BabyP is still growing strong and now we feel comfortable shouting it to the world. Here is the latest picture from Monday. Still not much of a "bump" but definitely filling out a tad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Bump - 14wks 0Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Schak6c2jXI/AAAAAAAAACM/aLJ4jqFQzcs/s1600-h/14wks+0days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316598950322933106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Schak6c2jXI/AAAAAAAAACM/aLJ4jqFQzcs/s320/14wks+0days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh! For good measure, here's a shot of the handsome boys Prilaman boys:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy-to-Be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11wks3days-Mar001-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/11wks3days-Mar001-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlie-the-Pup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11wks3days-Mar008-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f52/kline1212/11wks3days-Mar008-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-112111185584878224?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/112111185584878224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-down-two-left-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/112111185584878224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/112111185584878224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-down-two-left-to-go.html' title='One down, two left to go...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Schak6c2jXI/AAAAAAAAACM/aLJ4jqFQzcs/s72-c/14wks+0days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-5771957886225034280</id><published>2009-03-12T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:16:19.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Lady Bumps...Check'em Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Please excuse the title...I'm in a great mood. Today is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday, and we are going away for the weekend. I'm a tad bit excited!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BabyP is busy making a home in my tummy...and getting bigger by the week!    :)  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the proof:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Bump - 11wks 3days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SblCnKeCgkI/AAAAAAAAABk/VQfe-wzPcoM/s1600-h/11wks_3days__-_Mar_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SblCnKeCgkI/AAAAAAAAABk/VQfe-wzPcoM/s320/11wks_3days__-_Mar_022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312350476052890178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Baby Bump - 12wks 3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Sbk-kjUixjI/AAAAAAAAABU/nUaGmBsr3m4/s1600-h/12wks3days.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/Sbk-kjUixjI/AAAAAAAAABU/nUaGmBsr3m4/s320/12wks3days.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312346033137829426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Please excuse these pics, as they are not my favorite. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-5771957886225034280?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/5771957886225034280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lovely-lady-bumpscheckem-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/5771957886225034280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/5771957886225034280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lovely-lady-bumpscheckem-out.html' title='My Lovely Lady Bumps...Check&apos;em Out'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SblCnKeCgkI/AAAAAAAAABk/VQfe-wzPcoM/s72-c/11wks_3days__-_Mar_022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-8158908421929387749</id><published>2009-03-10T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:17:17.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Woosh, woosh, woosh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...we heard the strong, quick sound of our baby's heart today! It was amazing--and I was instantly overcome with emotions that I didn't expect. BabyP is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;in there...with a tiny heart, and little limbs, and cheeks that will one day be round and pinchable (both cheeks, of course). To hear the proof of the life we created and to have Chris by my side...I couldn't have asked for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said my tummy was growing according  Mother Nature's rules at 1cm per week.  But what is going on inside?! Well, glad you asked. BabyP is about the size of a lime and weighs about half an ounce.  Fingers will soon begin to open and close, toes will curl, and eye muscles will clench. BabyP is already stretching and kicking and moving around, but I won't be able to feel it for another month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are approaching the end of our first trimester...which ends around week 13.  Please keep BabyP in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-8158908421929387749?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/8158908421929387749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/03/woosh-woosh-woosh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8158908421929387749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/8158908421929387749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/03/woosh-woosh-woosh.html' title='...Woosh, woosh, woosh...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-261397450551624692</id><published>2009-02-09T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:06:28.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BabyP's First Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You could imagine the excitement, anticipation, anxiety, hope, etc. we felt going our first doctor's appointment today.  Chris and I were able to go bright'n early this morning and it was wonderful to have his support and share this experience together. Our doctor is very cool, calm and collected...a great balance for new parents...and answered all of our concerns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then the moment we'd been waiting weeks for:  our first ultrasound. We were overwhelmed with joy and relief to see our little baby on that machine. Given, BabyP was only the size of a kidney bean...but a healthy baby with a beating heart.  It was too early to actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the heart beating, but we could see it flashing on the screen.  For weeks I had been a ball of stress, praying and wishing that BabyP was thriving and growing.  But all of that anxiety melted away in this precious moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For your viewing pleasure...BabyP's First Picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BabyP - 8weeks 0days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SbWEcDsFCOI/AAAAAAAAABM/gEwARe5Ox3U/s1600-h/8wk+Ultrasound.2009-2-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SbWEcDsFCOI/AAAAAAAAABM/gEwARe5Ox3U/s320/8wk+Ultrasound.2009-2-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311296953114757346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-261397450551624692?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/261397450551624692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/02/babyps-first-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/261397450551624692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/261397450551624692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/02/babyps-first-picture.html' title='BabyP&apos;s First Picture'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SbWEcDsFCOI/AAAAAAAAABM/gEwARe5Ox3U/s72-c/8wk+Ultrasound.2009-2-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-5412162051866346078</id><published>2009-02-08T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:39:34.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chris and I couldn't be more excited about sweet BabyP...we've wanted to shout the news from the rooftops! But as we all know, pregnancy is a delicate process and it was best for us to wait until the time was right to share about our growing family. Although we are beginning to tell family and friends, it is still a really important time for BabyP's development, so we would appreciate your thoughts and prayers as we continue through the first trimester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a different note, here are some the questions I get asked the most since I've been with child. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you getting sick/morning sickness? (This question is usually asked first, and with some twinkle of hope in the person's eyes...lol.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sorry to disappoint, but I have yet to be sick. *knock on wood* There was one week where my usual tension headaches kicked in, but I think that was stress induced (we hadn't been to the doctor yet). Other than one week of slight nausea, I've been feeling great in this area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When are you due?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BabyP is expected to grace us with his/her presence around September 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How have you been feeling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, overall I’ve been feeling really great! [Not at all what I expected]. My first symptoms were fairly typical…extreme hunger &amp;amp; often and also feeling very, very tired especially at night (My new bedtime is 9pm). So, basically I’ve turned into a baby myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is Chris freaking out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Taken directly from the horse’s mouth] “No, Kristen is the one who has all the work to do.” Tell me about it. Ha. Chris has been really understanding and picks up my slack since my body’s been taken over (cooking dinner, cleaning up the house, extra attention to Charlie, getting me late night snacks). I couldn’t have asked for a better husband, and lucky for us…those crazy pregnancy hormones haven’t reared their ugly heads…yet. *winks*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Are you showing yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm not showing quite yet, but I've taken some "before" pictures to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Baby Bump - 6wks 6days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310899563809658914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 187px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SbQbA9Km2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DD9o_Cb0XtQ/s320/6wks6days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Bump - 7wks 6days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310906387740632930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 187px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SbQhOKSiJ2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/tuFWazOAiZs/s320/7wks6days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-5412162051866346078?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/5412162051866346078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/02/faqs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/5412162051866346078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/5412162051866346078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/02/faqs.html' title='FAQs'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SbQbA9Km2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DD9o_Cb0XtQ/s72-c/6wks6days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907196514234259966.post-746210060826578768</id><published>2009-01-13T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:40:50.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Things Come in Very Very Small Packages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SbH-CDa3xaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ELICVPTKGQ/s1600-h/Guess+What%21+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310304746877732258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SbH-CDa3xaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ELICVPTKGQ/s320/Guess+What%21+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Photo taken January 13th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3907196514234259966-746210060826578768?l=theprils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/feeds/746210060826578768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-things-come-in-very-very-small.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/746210060826578768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3907196514234259966/posts/default/746210060826578768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprils.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-things-come-in-very-very-small.html' title='Great Things Come in Very Very Small Packages'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190192232096066443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SdEYPnx0UqI/AAAAAAAAADI/_-lx6t9gpQo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9JEM9-Hr9w/SbH-CDa3xaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ELICVPTKGQ/s72-c/Guess+What%21+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
