tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55094104219556142422024-03-13T15:04:54.985-06:00Shawn & AngAng and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-16198898923263106532015-02-16T10:03:00.000-07:002015-02-16T10:03:07.809-07:00We are so excited to share our secret! Baby boy is due July 2015<br />
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Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-43314312963292980172013-10-21T11:17:00.002-06:002013-10-21T11:17:20.613-06:00Hospital Stay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
So I don't know how sum up that first week of Eva's life. So I'm not going to. Deal with it. </div>
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Saturday, Feb 16, 2013</div>
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Saturday morning I was "discharged", but because we were doing the hospital hotel stay we were able to stay in the exact same postpartum room. So pretty much a doctor came in and checked me to make sure I was okay and then the nurses said that they would be coming to my room only to take care of Eva, not for me anymore. Which I was very excited about! By this time I was feeling so much better, can't believe how fast your body heals. I was able to get around by myself and I felt great. So they put a little "hotel" picture on our door which indicated that the nurses shouldn't assist me anymore. It was never promised that we would be able to stay for very long. We would have to call every single afternoon and get "permission" to stay another night. Luckily it never got too busy so we were able to stay every night. </div>
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Every day we got an update from one of the doctor's from Eva's pediatrician's practice...it just dependedon who was on call. It was pretty much Dr. Wagner from this time forward...we didn't really like her. Eva received antibiotics every 12 hours for about an hour at a time. She would get her IV flushed around the clock, and also receive other things in it periodically. Our schedule consisted of 2 am nursery to receive antibiotics, 2pm nursery for antibiotics. Other than that Eva was pretty much in our room. Everyone felt so bad that we had to be staying in the hospital, but honestly it wasn't bad at all! We felt so blessed to be able to be there with Eva, and that I could continue to try to nurse her. She did have to receive a little bit of formula right before her spinal tap, but other than that I was able to pump and feed her the whole time. </div>
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oh my goodness, nursing/pumping was so hard! No one prepares you for just how hard it is. My milk came in and it wasn't really all that painful, but it is such a huge adjustment! At first I felt so awkward pumping or nursing when family was visiting. It gave me such anxiety. My hormones were going crazy, and really the anxiety was out of control. Eva was pretty much too weak to nurse, so that's probably what caused the anxiety. Everyone kept telling me to keep trying. We saw a lactation therapist every single day. Looking back on it now, she was just too weak. </div>
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I would pump and then we would suck it up with a syringe, attach this tube and drain the milk into her mouth with the tube. Our finger was for the sucking motion. This worked really really well and we were able to keep her blood sugar in check. </div>
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However, it was a lot of work! We were new parents, so we had no idea that this was abnormal! haha. We just did whatever it took for her to get food. & I was so glad that I was producing milk and she didn't have to have formula (at this time it was just colostrum). </div>
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Shawn had packed so much stuff for our 2 day hospital stay. It ended up all being used! I guess he knew what he was doing. </div>
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She was such a cute little newborn!</div>
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We had lots of family visitors this day, this was before the doctor told us we really shouldn't be having any. I need to get a hold of all of the pictures that were taken with Eva that first day. </div>
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Seriously, could she be anymore perfect? The nurses were so cute and would tell us all of the time how she didn't look like a typical newborn, that she was so beautiful. I'm not sure if they told everyone that, but we like to think not. </div>
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Scott & Jenn came all the way from Vegas to see us. It happened to be President's Day weekend or something, so Scott didn't have school. </div>
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Children 12 and under were not allowed into the wing, so it made it difficult for aunts and uncles. </div>
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With everyone in town we decided to do dinner. Shawn and I left the hospital and it felt SO weird to leave without our baby! We were just across the street from the hospital so we pretty much just ate and left. </div>
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Pretty girl. Eva's labs were taken almost every day to track her progress and every single day they improved. So blessed. </div>
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Bed time with dad</div>
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Just feeding our little diva through the tube</div>
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Kallie's chalk drawings...it was hard that the other grandkids couldn't come see us. </div>
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I loved the name tag that the nurses made for Eva's little roll-a-way crib. There were also a few fun perks of Eva being born on Valentine's Day. She got a cute little minky snuggle, and some crochet booties...all donated for Valentine's Da. </div>
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My milk finally came in! Pumping this was a huge accomplishment, I was so proud. </div>
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Aunt Mickie visiting</div>
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All swaddled up</div>
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Our ward heard that Eva was sick so Brother Branscomb from the ward came to visit. He let us know that ward was going to do a special fast for Eva and that everyone had us in their prayers. So grateful to everyone for their support...& meals!</div>
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On Monday Shawn had to go back to work. I was so worried about being at the hospital all by myself all day long! Luckily my mom came and spent most of the day with me. We had a little mini photoshoot. Dr Carter advised us to not have any visitors. It was so hard, we decided to only let close family members who were all healthy. </div>
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Caught her smiling in her sleep</div>
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Modeling some of the handbands that I brought to the hospital. </div>
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She got a little bit stronger and was able to suck from a bottle nipple. Nursing was still so hard at this point. She would only last 2 minutes at the most before falling dead asleep. It just wore her out. </div>
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Can't get enough of her</div>
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Kioko and Karl visited a few times (they count as close family). Kioko brought us beans and rice. so yummy.</div>
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Shawn hated having to work while we were in the hospital. He would come every day for lunch and literally run in from the parking lot. </div>
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Sometimes Eva's IV would have to be moved. They alternated between her hands or her feet...we got creative and either covered them with the little baby mittens or booties. The booties Eva is wearing were made for me when I was a baby. </div>
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I got to know every little amenity that the hospital had to offer. I made myself a ton of labels with Eva's anklet. I used them to label the pumped bottles and still have a ton extra. We were super nice to the nurses and Shawn brought them all ice cream cake one evening, so they were so great to help us with anything we needed. They directed us to all of the free stuff...lots of people don't know that there's a little station with free milk, juice, crackers, hot chocolate etc. </div>
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This quilt was made for Eva by aunt Katherine. We love it. </div>
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Eva is the first Great-Grandchild on my mom's side</div>
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Love those cheeks.</div>
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Dr Carter let us know that Eva's labs indicated that she was healthy enough to stop receiving antibiotics and that we would only be staying the minimum amount of time, seven days! We were so excited...and kind of scared to take her home!</div>
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Filing her little fingernails...we were so scared to clip them!</div>
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This was the first time I had seen myself in a full length mirror, or window...so weird to not have a huge bump...just a little one...didn't help that I loved the hospital's milk shakes. </div>
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It snowed the morning we were to take her home. </div>
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It was bittersweet going home. We were so excited, but so scared! It was nice to know that Eva was receiving the best care that she possibly could. We were so worried we were going to somehow break her. </div>
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That morning we waited for her doctor to come and go over all of her labs. She said that she was healthy and ready to go home. Multiple doctors advised us to make sure that we stay in for the first 3 months of her life. They also advised us to only have our parents over to our house to help, as long as they were healthy...and to not allow any other visitors. Not only was it flu season, but Eva's immune system was already weak because of her infection. Lots of friends and family had their own opinions about this. It was extremely frustrating!!!</div>
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Finally home!</div>
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Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-39535637262313544432013-10-18T15:07:00.001-06:002013-10-18T15:07:54.338-06:00Eva's meningitis scareThe first night of your life was spent going back in between my postpartum room, and the nursery. Your blood sugar was still a little bit off, and you had to be seen a lot for your IV flushings, and antibiotics. I was able to get some much needed rest.<br />
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Random info: So while I was in the delivery room I had my phone on me the whole time...texting people etc. Then after I got wheeled up into the postpartum room it was like I had seriously lost my mind. I could not remember my passcode to unlock my dang phone! It was ridiculous. It was the same 4 digit number as my dang pin number to my debit card. I could not for the life of me remember it. So I wasn't able to text anyone from my phone for like 48 hours...or take pictures etc (or use my debit card). haha. I kept waiting for it to come to me, but it didn't! I had to completely back up and reset my whole phone. </div>
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In the morning your dad and I dropped you off at the nursery so that we could go attend the lactation class. It was so boring... and sitting on a hard metal chair was pretty miserable. My tail bone was pretty sore! </div>
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When we got back from the class your dad went to the nursery to get you. Waiting for him was the pediatrician on call, Dr Carter. He asked if he could follow your dad back to our room to talk with us. Your dad walked in first and said that your doctor was going to be in in just a minute to go over some things. It sounded really weird, but I wasn't too worried about it. </div>
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Dr Carter walked in and made small chit chat for a minute about how our room smelled like essential oils...blah blah blah...I told him that we had been using a few. Then we sat down on the bench/bed thing and he pulled up a chair. He started by saying "Well guys, Eva is really sick. She has a blood infection. I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that you will be here anywhere from 7-21 days receiving antibiotics, the good news is that I think we caught it in time". I started freaking out. We had no idea that there was any chance of infection. At this time we still didn't even know that I had been positive for strep B (what a joke, right?). He went on to explain that your infection was serious and that you could have meningitis. I was bawling. He explained what meningitis was...and how it could cause hearing loss, brain development issues etc. He said that he needed to do a spinal tap right away to see if the infection had traveled to the brain. </div>
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At this time your dad was holding you. Your dad was trying his best to be brave and to ask all of the right questions. I was pretty much losing it...let's not forget that I had just had a baby and that my hormones were out of wack. Dr Carter suggested that I hold you (to calm me down). I asked when he was going to do the spinal tap. He said he wanted to take you right away. We asked if we could go in there and be with you. He explained the procedure and said that its not an easy thing for parents to see, so we needed to wait. Your dad asked the doctor if you being sick had anything to do with why you were so calm and relaxed, never crying or upset. He said that only really really sick babies are this calm, and that that is what worried him the most. </div>
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All of this was so scary to us. New parents, no idea what the heck we're doing and then we have to sign a paper saying its okay for the doctors to do a spinal tap and whatever else necessary to get you better. We said our goodbyes to you and then he wheeled you away. 2 seconds later a lady came in to talk to us about your social security card. It was obvious that we had been crying and upset and were still crying and upset...and she goes on and on about the social security card. I stopped her in the middle of her speech and told her that we had just found out that our new baby was very sick and we didn't have time to talk about a social security card! She felt so bad that she actually started crying herself. haha, kinda funny when I look back on it now. She told me how sorry she was and that she would be praying for you. </div>
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We called your grandparents to let them know what was going on. I assume that they told the rest of the family. We arranged a time when someone could come help give you a blessing. Then your dad and I said a special prayer for you. We had a feeling that everything was going to be okay. </div>
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Shortly after the doctor wheeled you back in the room and told us that he got the spinal fluid. I asked if you cried during the procedure and if you were okay. He said that you actually didn't cry at all. That's exactly what a mom wants to hear...but your dad asked if that was bad. The doctor explained that he had done a lot of spinal taps and that only really sick babies do not cry during this procedure, and that that was actually a bad sign. blah. Not what we wanted to hear. However, he said that the labs would be back in a few hours to let us know the results but he suspected that you did not have meningitis because the fluid that he retrieved was clear (usually cloudiness indicates meningitis I guess). </div>
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The next few hours were spent holding you extra tight. All of your grandparents came. Oh Oh, I forgot to tell you that your Uncle Spencer actually opened his mission call the night that you were born. We skyped with the whole family while we sat in the hospital with you. It was a very crazy day! Anyway, uncle Spencer came to help give you your first Priesthood blessing. I held you on my lap on the side of the bed, and uncle Spence knelt on the floor in front of you and did the anointing. It was probably the sweetest most tender thing I have ever seen. Then your dad gave you a beautiful blessing of healing. </div>
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A little while later we got a call from the doctor saying that your spinal tap came back negative for meningitis. We were so relieved. The doctor had explained to us that your CRP levels (C-Reactive Protein's...things that fight off infection) were very very high. I can't remember the numbers exactly but it was bad. He said that your CRP levels would determine when we could go home. He later told us that he almost put you in the NICU, and could have, but he wanted to wait 24 hours to see if you got a little better. He also said that had it been at another hospital, a smaller one, we definitely would've been placed in the NICU. IMC is a fairly big hospital and their nursery is equipped to handle babies in your situation. We were so grateful for that! </div>
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Everyone at the hospital was so great (except for the huge fact that they left us completely in the dark with the whole Strep B infection thing). That evening someone came in to talk to us about possibly being able to stay in the hospital after I was discharged, while you continued to get antibiotics. We got to do a "hotel stay" at the hospital. We were so lucky to be able to stay with you!<br />
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Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-10652655169034356252013-10-16T13:48:00.000-06:002013-10-17T13:53:59.679-06:00Eva's Birth StoryI wish I would've written this 8 months ago, because I'm going to have a hard time remembering every little detail. Sorry Eva. <br />
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So on Monday Feb 11 I had a doctors appointment in the morning. My doctor had told me that at this appointment he would strip my membranes and get me going. I was sooo ready to meet you, and to be done being pregnant. The whole week before this was spent cleaning, and organizing, and decluttering, and cleaning, and some more cleaning. I seriously was a mad woman. I even vacuumed the ceilings. I wanted you to come home to a ridiculously clean, almost sterile, home. haha. So, back to the doctors appointment, I got there, was checked in, peed in the cup, was weighed, and then... the doctor got called out for emergency surgery. I. WAS. PISSED. ugh. AND they couldn't get me in later that day, nor could they the next day. So I unhappily made another appointment for Wednesday Feb 13, the day before my due date. <br />
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In the meantime, the next 48 hours were spent coming up with excuses to give my doctor in why he needed to induce me. He was leaving on the 15th for a vacation and I was set on having him deliver you. On Wednesday morning dad and I headed to the doctor's office again. I was weighed...and had gained THREE OR FOUR pounds more than I did 2 days prior. This set me into a deep dark depression and I was already crying before the doctor even came in. Your dad did his best to console me, but I think he was secretly shocked as well.<br />
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When my doctor came in I gave him a million reasons why he needed to induce me. He gave me some lecture about how it wouldn't be good for you, and how he didn't want me to end up having a c-section. blah blah blah. I didn't care. He checked me and said I wasn't even dilated, but like 40% effaced. He pretty much said that he thought I would still be pregnant when he got back 10 days later from his vacation. I was so emotional! He shot your dad some pretty funny looks. I had to remind him to even strip my membranes, and when I did he tried to talk me out of it! He said it probably wouldn't even do very much since I wasn't even dilated. However, I talked him into it. By this point the appointment was lasting forever and your dad had to get back to work. On my way out I was a mess. I was just mad at the world. I totally expected the doctor to induce me before he left on vacation, and I thought I would've at least progressed a little bit from the last appointment. <br />
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As I was walking out of the office I ran into our good friends Cami & Chris, you know, Cici's parents. Cami could tell I'd been crying and came to give me a hug. When she did it just made me cry even harder. haha. I was a freak. I never cry in front of people, but for some reason I just did not even care! <br />
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I knew everyone was going to be texting me and asking me how the appointment went and when I was going to have you. I was just not in the mood to talk to anyone about it. I told your dad to update his family, and then I called Nana and cried some more. Chandra & I had made an appointment to get a pedicure, so after lunch we went to do that. I had high hopes that the little pedicure lady would work her magic and use some reflexology to induce labor. BUT NOPE. I got the pedicurist (is that a real term?) from hell. When I asked her if she would try it she asked how overdue I was. I lied and said a week. Then she told me that she wouldn't do it, that she didn't even like kids and that she didn't want to be responsible. UM. are you serious? How could my day get any worse? Chandra's little pedicure lady said that if I was her client then she would do it. I told them to switch places, but they didn't. Seriously the world was against me. <br />
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After the pedicure I went home, took a nap and waited for dad to get home. When he got home we YouTubed "reflexology to induce labor". He was so sweet and totally made me believe it was going to work. He took his job super seriously and spent 1 minute on each pressure point, rotating from one foot to the next. After the first round I got up and started making cookies. I had scheduled another doctors appointment for the next day and I decided that I would take my doctor some cookies to apologize for being the brattiest patient in the world. When I was up walking around I started feeling a lot of pressure. You had always been super low, but it felt so uncomfortable. It would kind of just come and go. After an hour dad did another round of the reflexology. I got back up and started cleaning up the kitchen. I totally was having full on contractions. I was so worried that the contractions were just going to stop, so every contraction I would do squats, or bounce on the yoga ball to try to keep them going. Apparently the combination of all of this was working. By this time it was like 9pm. Dad was getting ready for bed and we started timing my contractions on an app. They were getting to be about 5 min apart.<br />
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By this point dad insisted we go to the hospital. I was so worried that I wouldn't be dilated and that they would send me away. I did not want to be sent away!!! So I got in the shower and told him I wanted to be nice and clean if we were going to go to the hospital. When I got out of the shower I started putting my make up on in the bathroom, and I was only partially dressed. Suddenly my water broke onto the bathroom tile. Or, I thought it did. There really wasn't much of anything, but it just kept dripping. I called dad in to see and he frantically started getting everything out to the car to leave for the hospital while I proceeded to finish putting on my makeup and curl my hair. I was in denial.<br />
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We got to the hospital a little after 10pm. Dad dropped me off and I took a picture of the hospital as I was walking in. <br />
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The contractions were painful, but not unbearable at this point. By the time we got to the hospital they were every 3-4 min and lasting a good 30-50 seconds. Once we got all checked in a nurse took me back to a really weird room. It was all high-tech surgical-ish. She got me all set up to the monitors and then checked me. I was only dilated to a ONE! This is what I was worried about. She said that if I really did break my water, that would be my ticket to stay. She did some little "fern test" to check if my water did break. These big lights came down from ceiling and she opened me up and performed her little test. Apparently there was blood, and dad almost passed out. It was pretty funny. I kept making fun of him saying he wasn't going to be able to get through the labor!<br />
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Luckily, the "fern test" proved that my water had indeed been broken. By this point the contractions were pretty painful, and happening all of the time. I got wheeled into my delivery room, and the nurse said I could get the epidural whenever I wanted. So we paged the anesthesiologist and waited for him to come. When he finally got there it all of a sudden hit me that I was going to have you. I kind of started to panic. I turned to dad and he was so sweet. He talked me through the whole epidural, telling me how much he loved me... and it wasn't painful at all. I got my epidural around 1:30. We called your grandparents and they all wanted to come right then. We told them to wait, and that I was only a 1 so it was going to be a looonggg night. </div>
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After the epidural kicked in I felt like a million bucks. Dad laid down and fell asleep, I tried to sleep but I was having nurses come checking me every 5-10 minutes. They were really good to make it seem like it was all normal. They had us fooled until dad went out to get a drink and saw 8 nurses huddled around a computer. Apparently, you were being naughty. During a big contraction you would kind of pass out. You were being pushed up against my cervix that wasn't dilated, and it was so much pressure that you would pass out and the monitors would go all crazy. The nurses kept checking me and saying that it was the strangest thing they had ever seen, because you was so low and in the birth canal, they could feel the crown of your head, but I wasn't dilating.<br />
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Around 4 or 5 am they decided to start me on pitocin to see if that would get me dilating. In the meantime the monitors kept going off and I kept moving around trying to get you comfortable. I kept telling dad over and over again how people were crazy for not getting an epidural. Best invention ever. By 6 am Nana & Papa were there and we were ready to get you out. By then I was dilated to about a 4. So the pitocin was working! At 7 there was a shift change. I was given a new nurse, but then they switched her out once they found out that you were being naughty. I got the most experienced nurse on the floor. She was seriously amazing. I wish she would've been the one to deliver you (because in the end your doctor didn't even end up being that great, and it doesn't really matter who delivers the baby). Around this time my doctor stopped by to see how I was doing. He was pretty surprised to see me. He really thought I would still be pregnant when he returned from his Caribbean cruise. Don't worry, I also remembered to bring the cookies to the hospital, so he grabbed a few of those. He told me that my nurse would call him when I was ready for him to come. <br />
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By 8am I was already dilated to an eight. My epidural started wearing off so I had him come back and give me some more meds. By then all of your grandparents and aunt Bre were all there. I told your uncles that they could just wait at work until you came. When my nurse told me it was time to start pushing I asked just Nana and Grandma to stay in the room. A student nurse asked if she could stay and sit in on my labor, and at that point I didn't even care! My nurse called my doctor and told him I was ready, but said that we would get things going before he got there. She was seriously amazing. She was super motivating and dad said she even made him feel pumped up and ready to have a baby! She sounded like an aerobics instructor or something. Once I started pushing I started shaking so bad. The nurses kept telling me it was just the "epidural shakes". Then I started feeling super feverish. So dad got me ice chips and put them on my head. Bad idea dad, felt gross. Finally my mom came over and felt my head and told my nurse that she better check my temperature. It was 104. By this point I had already been pushing for about a half hour and we were just waiting for my doctor. <br />
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Lets not forget to talk about how dang tiring it is to push. I have no idea how some ladies push for hours and hours. It's freaking exhausting. Not to mention you feel like your head is going to explode...and then your face is swollen for the next 5 days. Your dad had been great through all of it though. He didn't get light headed or squirmish at all. At one time the nurse asked your dad if he wanted to count to ten during my next contraction while I pushed. So he did...and I shook my head in dismay the whole time. His counts were way too long. He felt bad and said the nurse could do it from now on. hehe<br />
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I'm not really quite sure where everything fell apart, but something was wrong. They started pumping me with antibiotics, as a precaution they said. We didn't even ask why. I wish I would've asked more questions. They had called the nicu team and let them know that I had a fever, because if I had a fever it meant that you would also. By now it was close to 10 and my doctor still wasn't there! It was so frustrating because I felt like I had to push. My nurse asked if I wanted a mirror, and I said yes. She had me push a few more times and watching in the mirror totally helped motivate me.<br />
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Finally my doctor got there. I was so mad at him. His office was seriously 4 minutes away. When he walked in he later told me that he could sense the urgency in the room and could tell we were all pretty mad at him! I pushed one or two times with the doctor and green stuff came out. You decided to poop. So, the nicu team came and a few more pushes and you were out!<br />
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It was pretty much the most amazing thing ever. First your little head poked out, then a hand plopped down right onto your face. It was so precious. Then came the rest of your little body. Your head was so squishy. At one point I remember saying that your looked like a baby gorilla. It was so crazy to watch your head almost like unwrinkle? I don't know how to describe it.<span style="text-align: center;"> </span><br />
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Dad had finally worked up enough courage to want to cut the cord, but by this point everyone was too worried about you having a high fever so the doctor handed you right to the nicu team. You cried just a little bit before the team took you away. Of course dad was the cutest and was pretty emotional. I was just so happy. Luckily they were able to keep you just across the room. Dad and the grandmas went over right away to you. I shouted across the room asking if you had all of your fingers and toes.<br />
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Nana came back to be with me while the nurses and dad gave me updates of how you were doing. It was so hard having you across the room and just being able to see you and not hold you. Once they got your temperature under control, which felt like forever but was maybe 30 min, they brought you over to me and I was able to do skin-to-skin for a few minutes. It didn't last long because the nurses were eager to get you to the nursery to do "assessments" and get you started on an antibiotic. I WISH someone would have explained to us why you needed this. We were new parents and didn't know what was normal and what wasn't. So we really just all of this was protocol. We were wrong! We later found out that I was positive for strep B, and my water had been broken for quite a long time before you were delivered...which meant you were exposed to the bacteria for a long long time. Had they had known this when I got to the hospital (why didn't they check me for it?) they would've pumped me with antibiotics right away so that you wouldn't get an infection.<br />
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Our beautiful baby girl. 6lbs 4 oz, 19.3", born at 10:23 am on Feb 14, 2013</div>
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By the time I finally got wheeled up into my postpartum room I felt like a zombie. Dad was with you and Nana was with me. 2 seconds after I arrived in my new room a nurse was in there giving me tons of random info and handing me packets. It was ridiculous. At one point Nana said "are you almost done? No? Can you tell that my daughter is exhausted and isn't taking in anything you are saying? can you please do this at another time?". Good thing I had my mom there. <br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">We had lots of family waiting in the waiting room to see you. I guess everyone went up to the nursery window and dad held you up for everyone to see. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"> The nurses wanted to give you formula because your blood sugar was low. We were very set on only breastfeeding, so dad told the nurses no. They kept trying to talk him into it. AGAIN, I wish someone would've explained to us why (we were later told that they wanted to get your blood sugar up by using formula so that they could hurry and get you started on antibiotics). Dad convinced the nurses to let me try to breastfeed for little bit. I attempted to nurse you for about 30 min. It seemed to go pretty well! I loved just having that time with you. At this time dad had only really held you twice and for less than 20 seconds. It was so great to have all of our family there to support us, but it also put too much pressure on us. We felt rushed, like we had to hurry nursing so that everyone could come and see you before you had to go get antibiotics. Looking back I wish we would've had everyone come later that night, or even the next day. </span><br />
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After I nursed her dad wheeled you back to the nursery, with out anyone really getting to hold you. The NICU team was called to get an IV in you. They attempted several times and finally were able to get one in your little hand. They almost had to do it in your head, which I am so glad they didn't! After a few hours we were finally able to have our baby back, and got to finally show you off to everyone. <br />
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It was such a long crazy day!!! We had lots of family come...probably too much that first day. When the last person finally left that evening I just broke down and cried. I was so exhausted. I had slept maybe 3 hours in 48 hrs, and had given birth to a freaking baby. <br />
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Oh, let's talk about how you decided to come on your actual "due date". Some people would tell me "oh you don't want to have a baby on Valentine's Day, they will hate it their whole lives". I think that's dumb. I love that you chose to come on Valentine's Day. You also had perfect timing by coming just one week after I graduated from dental hygiene school. I don't know how I would've survived if you came during school. Your dad and I were never really that "into" Valentine's Day...and now it will always be remembered as most special day of our lives! You are our forever Valentine. <br />
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That first night we had you in the nursery for a few hours, you had to get more antibiotics there anyway. That first day we just couldn't get over how calm and beautiful you were. We felt so blessed. You were so perfect. You would open your eyes and just look around, hardly cried at all that first day.</div>
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At this point all we knew was that you were receiving antibiotics as a "precaution". There was so much going on that we didn't really think to ask any questions. We felt just so lucky that you were healthy. We didn't even get a chance to finally decide on a name until that evening when everyone left. We went to the hospital with two names, Eva & Adriana. We decided on Eva Mae. We had no idea what we wanted your middle name to be, but because you were born on Valentines Day I wanted something to do with love. I asked dad some Portuguese words for love, but nothing sounded good. Then he said Mae...it is a family name, but the spelling means "mother" in Portuguese. I loved it! <br />
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one proud daddy</div>
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Your hand was wrapped in a diaper...just to protect your IV (we got more creative as the days went by).</div>
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Our perfect girl! </div>
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I cannot believe that this day is finally here. The day where I no longer have school! It has been the craziest last few years, almost 3 years. Something like 1004 days or something? I'm not positive. Something like 11 quarters/terms? and 22 modules? Anyone counting? ... because I'm not positive. Like 44 classes and 155 credits? and over 1000 clinical hours? Yah, those are all pretty exact. </div>
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Could not have made it through school with out my BFF hygiene friend Chandra. Seriously love her so much. & then there is crazy professor Strasser pictured behind her. I have a sticky note with a smiley face that she gave to me in the first module of clinic. It was seriously the best thing that happened to me all module in clinic...that's how awful clinic was in the beginning. </div>
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So much time spent in this clinic. So much stress. I am very proud to say that I never once shed a tear in school. Out of school? Yes! I don't judge any of the girls who did...I am just so surprised that it never managed to happen to me. Clinic was crazy!</div>
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On my last day of school Shawn brought me home a card with flowers and Reeses Eggs. So nice of him. I should be getting him a huge present for supporting me and dealing with me through hygiene school. He has been amazing the whole time...EXCEPT for when he had to be my patient. Biggest freaking baby. </div>
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Top Row: Kenalee, Kim, Kenzie & Chelsea</div>
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Middle Row: Prof Hemsley, Bobi, Lisa, Chandra, Leslie, Brittney, Amy, Rachel, Amanda, Prof. Anderson, Strasser, Dr. Johns, Sheila & Dr. Hyatt</div>
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Bottom Row: Prof. Lopez, myself, Veronica</div>
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Graduation night we had a fun dinner at The Gathering Place at Gardner Village (where we had our wedding dinner). </div>
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We have all been through so much together. We all became pretty close! Lower right: Veronica and I were wearing the same maternity dress. Gotta love Target!</div>
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See that award in the upper right? I was given the award of "most likely to use an unnecessary amount of disinfectant". Now does that sound like me? haha. In the end I ended up buying my own disinfectant so that I could wipe down the tables before class. </div>
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Me & Cha-nay-nay</div>
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Top: Chandra and I with one of our favorite instructors, Professor Strasser. She was one of the only ones who was with us from the very beginning. She taught us so much, and she made clinic fun whenever she was my instructor for the day. </div>
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Taking the dental hygiene oath...</div>
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Setting off our lanterns. Shawn & Mike were pretty sure that we were going to start a fire. </div>
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It was a fun night! </div>
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So happy that school is finally over, and could not be more excited for this next chapter in our life!</div>
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I told everyone that I really wanted to wait until I took my last board exam to do any baby showers. It kind of made it crazy because they all came at once, but it was so much fun!</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>34 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>129 + 24lbs</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>I'm still able to button my stretchy skinny jeans, and then I wear a lot of leggings still!</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>nope</div>
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<b>Sleep? </b>Not so much...</div>
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<b>Name? </b>We have 2 names that we love. We really want to see her first. It's funny because people don't believe us when we say that we haven't decided yet. They think we just don't want to tell them! When we do tell them the 2 names we like, people either say "oh they are both beautiful" or they give their input on which one they prefer and then tell us why they don't like the other. It's really annoying. </div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>everything! Jk, I've really had such a great pregnancy and feel so lucky. </div>
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<b>Movement?</b> of course!</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Einsteins</div>
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<span style="font-family: Molengo;"><span style="line-height: 25.59375px;"><b>Symptoms: </b>I had my first real contractions. They hurt, but never got worse. Kinda scary...Shawn and I kind of freaked out because we don't even have a car seat yet!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Molengo;"><span style="line-height: 25.59375px;">I took my last board exam on Jan 5th! Such a crazy ridiculous test. I had no clue if I passed or failed. Results came at the end of the month in the mail. </span></span></div>
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Headbands and more headbands!</div>
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<b style="font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25.59375px;">How far along? </b><span style="font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25.59375px;">35 weeks</span></div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>130!!! yikes! +25lbs</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>yes and no</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>not any yet, fingers crossed </div>
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<b>Sleep? </b>Still wake up every night from like 2-5</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>Feeling very very uncomfortable!</div>
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<b>Rings? </b>On</div>
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<b style="font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25.59375px;">Mood: </b><span style="font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25.59375px;">So happy that boards are over with! Just focusing on graduating now! </span><b style="font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25.59375px;"> </b></div>
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<b style="font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25.59375px;">Symptoms? </b><span style="font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25.59375px;">I never thought this day would come, but my belly button is completely flat!</span></div>
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The first shower was my family shower + some friends. It was a crazy, loud, fun time. My mom hung up baby clothes of mine and then also cute baby pictures. Everything was so cute and it was so much fun to see everyone. I'm waiting for some pictures to be sent to me for a lot of the showers, I will post more later!</div>
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From the family shower we got spoiled with a ton of clothes!!!</div>
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Just some pictures that I found from looking at the picture album of my first year. My cute uncle Johnny. Crazy to think that he already knows my baby girl!</div>
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Working hard on decor for the nursery!</div>
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The next shower was the school friends! Chandra worked so hard and it turned out so so cute! </div>
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We did a 2 in 1 shower with Veronica who is due just 6 weeks behind me with a baby boy. </div>
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Cute cupcakes with my nursery colors...turquoise & coral!</div>
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Chandra. Chelsea. Lisa.</div>
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Chandra. Me. Veronica.</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>128 + 23lbs Somehow managed to lose 2 lbs this week?</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>yes & no</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>not yet</div>
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<b>Sleep? </b>ugh, not very well at all! Pinterest & instagram are my best friends in the middle of the night. Doterra Deep Blue rub is also one of my best friends. Love that stuff. </div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Really missing being able to go to the gym and work up a good sweat! I try to do yoga a few times a week...but its not the same. </div>
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<b>Movement?</b> I think she is getting pretty squished! Her movements aren't so much jabs and kicks anymore, they are more like rolls and slow movements. </div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Mini cadbury eggs season is here! wahooo</div>
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<b>Rings? </b>On</div>
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Just a baby bump picture where baby girl is doing something to make my stomach lopsided. </div>
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3rd shower was given by the soccer moms, Jill & Kioko. It was so much fun! Kioko made the best food, of course. It's off season right now and I don't get to see any of the boys or parents so it was fun to catch up with them. A lot of the boys came and hung out too, which was fun because Shawn was invited to stay too. He was a bit skeptical at first, but ended up having a lot of fun! It was also fun to see a few of the soccer moms from older teams that Shawn doesn't coach anymore. Shawn's parents have always been so supportive of him and of us. We were so spoiled!!! </div>
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Later that day, after the soccer mom shower we had Shawn's family shower. Shawn had so much fun at the soccer mom shower that he decided to hang out at this one too(: Mickie spent a month with the kids in california visiting Brandyn at work so she wasn't able to make it. I know she wanted to! Bre & Stacey did a great job with all of the food and decorations. It was fun to see all of Shawn's family and family friends. We got lots of fun "essential" items, seriously we got hooked up with all of the showers! </div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>130 +25 lbs</div>
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<b>Sleep? </b>Not getting any better, but not getting any worse. </div>
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<b>Movement?</b> yes and yes. </div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Not anything specific this week!</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>Well yes!</div>
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Just a sunday dinner with the brothers and husband. It's so much fun to have Curtis and Spencer home from school. Sunday dinners are SO MUCH more entertaining. Lots of laughs. My parents decided to go to Seattle for like 3 weeks...bad timing with the baby coming!!! Guess it was okay because she didn't decide to come early. </div>
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So everyone had received their National Written Exam scores but me and Chandra...that's because we are procrastinators and took it in January when everyone else took it before Christmas. We decided that we wanted to study over Christmas break...we don't have any kids so it wasn't that big of a deal to us. Anyway, at the end of the month we finally got our results! This one came in the mail, just a little piece of paper saying PASS ! Wish we could know our score, oh well! Feels so good to be all done with Boards!!!</div>
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December was another crazy stressful month. Clinical Board exams were probably the most stressful thing that I have ever gone through in my entire life. I pretty much have blocked them all out. I found out about 5 days after taking written anesthesia that I had passed, then also that I had passed POC! </div>
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So the best part of December for a fat pregnant girl? Reeses Cadbury chocolates and Reeses Christmas Trees. yum yum!!!</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>29 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>124 + 19lbs</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Up til now I've been able to wear mostly just my normal skinny stretchy jeans. I'm lucky because during the week pretty much all I wear are scrubs, then when I come home I wear sweats. On the weekends I either wear jeans with a bella band or leggings. I have a few maternity shirts that I like to wear...with long cardigans. I really dont want to buy maternity clothes!</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>None</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Sleeping okay</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Sleeping on my stomach!</div>
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<b>Movement?</b> lots and lots of movement. Starting to really feel her kicking my ribs. Kind of uncomfortable, but love it at the same time. </div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Of course Cadbury holiday ornaments!</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Still mexican food</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>Definitely</div>
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<b>Mood: </b>I'm happy most of the time, but I have major mood swings. I cry a lot...pregnancy + hormones + studying for boards and preparing for clinicals is ridiculous. </div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>124 +19lbs</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>mixture</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>Not yet</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Normal life! haha</div>
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<b>Movement?</b> lots and lots. I love it. She is especially active in the morning and at night</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Nothing, I have been so sick!</div>
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<b>Symptoms? </b>I have been throwing up everything that I eat this week. Seriously can't even keep crackers down. I thought it might be the flu thats going around, but I don't feel sick until after I eat. It comes on so fast. </div>
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<b>Rings? </b>Still on. It has been so cold lately that all of my rings are extra loose. </div>
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Mid December we finally took our clinical exams. On the 12th we took our anesthesia exam. We were required to give an IA and a PSA. Chandra and I were each other's patients. It worked out perfect. This was probably the test that I was most worried about. I was so scared that I was going to be shaking so so so bad. Luckily...thankfully...everything went well. I gave the IA and everything went perfectly (even after I contacted bone on chandra every time that we had practiced). Then on the PSA everything went great. When I went to go put my PSA syringe back I looked over at my IA syringe and noticed that there was blood in the cartridge. I panicked! I had stated earlier that there was a negative aspiration...so when I noticed this I just told the examiners that I must've had a positive aspiration while withdrawing from the IA. They looked at each other and said that they would be back in a few minutes. I was freaking out! I was sure I had failed because of the blood in the cartridge. They came back and told me to clean up...which made me even more freaked out that they didn't ask to see me do anything again. ugh! By the time I cleaned my room and made it back to the waiting area I picked up my folder and there was a purple passing paper! yay!!! I was SO RELIEVED! </div>
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The next day we had our Clinical exam for periodontal scaling and root planing. I was extremely lucky because my patient was a caucasian female who spoke english. Most of the girls were not so lucky to find someone that they could communicate with so easily. I was able to get a good nights sleep. I was mostly so worried that my patient wouldn't qualify. You have to have a very specific type of patient with a certain amount of "clicks" of calculus on certain teeth etc. Tons of crazy factors go into it. Chandra and I met up with our patients and we all drove down to UCDH in orem together. We both had the same check-in time. My patient passed with the first submission. This was a huge relief. This meant I only had to clean one quad. After I anesthetized my patient the 2 hours went by so so fast. It was the fastest 2 hours of my life. The suctions were awful, the ultrasonics were the most old fashioned ghetto things I had every seen. I was mostly worried about tissue trauma, because my patients tissues were so inflamed that once I removed the calculus underneath of them they were pretty much just flapping in the wind. I noted this before my patient went in for the inital exam, and then again when I sent her back for her final check. </div>
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I cut the time so close, she was almost late. I pretty much had her run down the hall. Right before I was about to have her checked I asked her if she was still numb, and she said she wanted to be re-injected again before the examiners did their check. I barely had time! After I sent her I cleaned my room and waited for what seemed like forever. She came out and said that they went so fast checking her and that everything seemed fine. Then the waiting began. I think we found out after a week if we had passed. When I got the email saying that the results were in I started shaking! It is the scariest thing ever. You spend over $1500 on this one test and if you don't pass you have to pay it all over again, find a new patient all over again, and go out of state! I opened the email and couldn't believe it when I saw the "100". I kept refreshing it because I didn't think there was any way that I could've received a perfect score. ahhhhh such an amazing feeling!</div>
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Once clinicals were over I pretty much checked out from school, mentally. I should've been focusing on our national written exam, but I wanted to just relax a little and start getting the nursery ready!</div>
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Remember how I got an armoire and crib for $180? Well one of the soccer moms wanted to give us their old crib so that I didn't have to paint the one that I had bought. So nice of her. The crib is beautiful too! It was a little difficult for Shawn to put together...caught him kicking the crib at one time and I flipped! </div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>125 +20 lbs! yikes</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Mixture. My mom bought me my first pair of maternity jeans this week. Excited to have a pair, but not sure how I feel about the huge panel weird thing!</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>Not yet</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Sleeping a lot better now that boards are almost over with</div>
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<b>Movement?</b> yes, my ribs are so sore! </div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Not much, mostly just einstein Bagels<b> </b></div>
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<b>Symptoms? </b>I still have been throwing up mostly everything. It's getting a little better though. I think she may have dropped a little bit. Seriously I think she was just kicking all of the food out of me!</div>
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I spent a lot of the Christmas break making headbands and shopping online for good deals for baby girl!</div>
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Headbands are so fun to make! </div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>127 + 22 lbs</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>still just a wearing mostly leggings, and cardigans.</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>Nope. I've been good at making sure to use my coco butter every day. </div>
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<b>Movement?</b> she has moved down quite a bit. Still up in my ribs a lot, but it doesn't hurt as much as it did before. </div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Peppermint ice cream with hot fudge. </div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>feeling huge!</div>
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<b>Rings? </b>Still on. I am starting to feel a little puffy, but mostly just in my cheeks!<span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></div>
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Christmas was pretty low-key this year. It was my parents year for christmas eve/sleepover. We all wrote down on a piece of paper what we wanted to do that night and then drew things from a hat. First thing was poker. It was my first time ever playing and I even won a few hands. hands? rounds? IDK. </div>
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Anyway, then someone put in to play stupid settler's of catan. I hate hate hate that game. It took up the rest of the night and I was not happy. I was pretty upset that my paper was never drawn, headband making with the boys would've been great (:</div>
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Christmas morning we woke up and had a yummy breakfast and then opened presents. </div>
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We headed home before noon to shower and relax a little bit before heading over to the Blymillers. We got here at about 2:00 and hung out for a bit. We wanted to make sure we were there for Chris' big proposal to Bre!!!</div>
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The first time we met Bre was on Stacey's birthday on November 3. On Christmas day Chris proposed...crazy!!! We are so happy that Chris is happy. We have gotten to know Bre a lot better since Christmas and the more we get to know her the more we love her. </div>
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The rest of the afternoon/evening was spent eating, opening presents and quality family time. </div>
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I was so excited when we hit the 50 day mark. This pregnancy has gone by so fast!!!</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>33 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>128 +23 lbs</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Sleep is getting worse. I seem to always wake up between 2-3 every morning and am usually up for a few hours. </div>
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<b>Movement?</b> yes, yes</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>not really anything specific this week</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>so anti-mexican it's ridiculous</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>She is getting so big!</div>
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<b>Symptoms? </b>I have not had any heartburn my whole pregnancy! I am worried that this is a sign that she wont have any hair!!!</div>
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We have been slowly getting a little bit done in the nursery. My mom and Curtis surprised me one day and came and started painting the armoire. So nice of them! Especially since we hadn't really been able to do anything except for put the crib together. My mom and I finished painting it turquoise, and then with the help of my aunt Allison who was in town from California we distressed it and then I used danish oil to stain it a little bit. I love how it turned out!!!</div>
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November was a crazy month for us. I was pretty overwhelmed studying or board exams and preparing for clinicals. </div>
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<b>Current weight</b>: 120! +15lbs</div>
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<b>Cravings</b>: Routson family fudge. I have made a lot of batches of fudge this holiday season!</div>
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<b>Miss anything?</b> I feel so torn. I feel like I need to be studying for Board exams, but I also feel like I'm missing out on preparing for the baby. I want to be doing baby stuff when I get home, instead I have to study. </div>
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<b>Symptoms: </b>Normal stuff. I have been pretty lucky!</div>
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<b>Food aversions</b>: Not so much</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Not too bad. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to</b>: Thanksgiving break!</div>
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My mom graduated in November, from Provo College in Graphic Design! Yay! So proud of her for going back to school and finishing. Yet another person to start school after me and to finish before me!!! Hate hygiene school!</div>
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We all went to Olive Garden to celebrate. </div>
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Shawn developed another cyst on the bottom of his foot. This time the specialist said that he needed to stay in a boot for a while...Shawn was not happy about it!!!</div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 26 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight</b>: 120 +15lbs</div>
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<b>Cravings</b>: Symphony Chocolate bars!!! yummm, love the ones with toffee</div>
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<b>Miss anything?</b> oh ya know...all of the same stuff. </div>
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<b>Symptoms: </b>I have been feeling pretty sick this week, sore throat/cold.</div>
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<b>Food aversions</b>: Nothing really sounds good </div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Getting worse, but it could be because of my first board exam coming up. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to</b>: Getting Anesthesia written board exam over with, and Shawns birthday!</div>
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Shawn turned 29. Can't believe he will soon be 30. I feel so bad because my first board exam was the day after Shawn's birthday. I was so stressed that I told him we would have to celebrate his birthday after my test. Poor guy. Of course he was super great, and didn't mind at all. </div>
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After my exam on saturday Shawn had said that he wanted to go to Bonzai for his birthday dinner. It was great(: We also celebrated my mom and Shawns birthday the following sunday. Shawn was such a good sport to not make a huge deal about me pretty much skipping his birthday this year. He is so great, and I am so lucky to have him.</div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 27 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight</b>: 122 +17 lbs</div>
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<b>Cravings</b>: Rubios fish tacos. Love those things!!! </div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> not so much</div>
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<b>Looking forward to</b>: Getting my first board exam over with!!! I have been studying non-stop this week. Seriously spend every hour not at school/work studying.</div>
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<b>Current weight</b>: 123 +18 lbs</div>
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<b>Cravings</b>: Not really anything, never hungry lately. I get full so fast these days.</div>
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<b>Miss anything?</b> Being able to eat without feeling so full after!</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Sleeping much better now that my first board exam is over with. Now just preparing for one more before the thanksgiving break. </div>
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<b>Rings</b>: Definitely still on</div>
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<b>Looking forward to</b>: San Diego</div>
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We decided not to stick around Vegas for Thanksgiving dinner because we wanted to get on the road and just get to the hotel. We stopped at Peggy Sues Diner for our "thanksgiving dinner". To be honest, neither of us are really Thanksgiving dinner Turkey fans. I got a sandwich and so did Shawn. Seriously the milkshake there was amazing!!! Fun little atmosphere too.</div>
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We got to stay at the Torrey Pines Hilton. It was amazing. Soccer tournaments are always go go go. Not really very much time to sit and relax. The weather was kinda cold, but it was much warmer than home! I even got a little sunburned at the first game...before the fog decided to set in the for the rest of the weekend.</div>
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Shawn's boys ended up winning the tournament, despite some crazy intense injuries. </div>
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Of course the boys had to soak Shawn with water bottles before the picture.</div>
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Also in November, we took Kevin to his first Real game...it was an intense playoff game too. Shawn's boss gave us his seats (love it when this happens because we get free concessions...oh and of course good seats). It was a fun game, but we lost! Kevin was fun and Shawn was surprised at how into it he was.</div>
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Just one of the many batches of fudge that I made in November. Love fudge!!!</div>
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Finishing Up October!</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>115 +10lbs</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Bella band</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>not so bad. </div>
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<b>Movement? </b>yes. She seems to move more right before I go to bed, and then also in the afternoon.</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Olive Garden, carameled apples!</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Not so much</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>yes. </div>
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<b>Gender : </b>Girl</div>
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<b>Symptoms: </b>I have been feeling pretty good, just a lot of pressure in my hips and lower back. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>6 Month Mark</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>116 +11lbs</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes?</b> no </div>
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<b>Movement? </b>More and more every day!</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Chai Tea! </div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>yes, feel like i've really popped out lately</div>
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<b>Gender : </b>Girl </div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>6 mo mark!</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>23 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>118 +13lbs</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>I have a few maternity shirts but mostly I'm in scrubs all week so I don't really need maternity clothes yet. On the weekends I wear a lot of leggings and long shirts/sweaters.</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Getting worse and worse...but that also could be because boards are getting closer and closer!</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>feeling skinny</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>Baby girl loves to move right before I go to sleep!</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Halloween candy, of course!</div>
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<b>Symptoms: </b>2nd trimester is easy peasy compared to first! So much more energy!</div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 24 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight</b>: 119 +14 lbs</div>
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<b>Cravings</b>: chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate</div>
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<b>Miss anything?</b> Really missing the stress reliever of running lately. I am starting to like yoga more and more though. </div>
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<b>Food aversions</b>: Still just Mexican food! Not like Cafe Rio...thats not real mexican. </div>
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<b>Stretch Marks? </b>No. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to</b>: How about I'm not looking forward to next month and all of the board exams?</div>
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The Ultrasound techs have all commented on her big lips(:Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-45829704929270832912012-11-23T19:27:00.000-07:002012-11-23T19:28:32.831-07:0020 week scan & 26th BirthdayI can't believe this pregnancy is halfway over. The first few months seemed to drag on forever, but these last few have just flown by. <br />
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<b>How far along? </b>20 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>113 +8lbs</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>I can barely button by jeans these days, so I've mostly just been wearing the bella band. </div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>My hips have been killing me lately, weirdest feeling ever. </div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>feeling skinny</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>yes. She seems to move more right before I go to bed, and then also in the afternoon. </div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Olive Garden. want it all day every day. </div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Not really</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>yes. </div>
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<b>Gender : </b>Girl</div>
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<b>Symptoms: </b>I have been feeling pretty good, just a lot of pressure in my hips and lower back. </div>
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<b>Best Moment This Week: </b>Our 20 week scan. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>My birthday!</div>
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We had our 20 week anatomy scan. I was so nervous about it, and was so
anxious to find out if she was healthy...as a dental hygiene student I
was pretty worried about a cleft palate! :/ I also was nervous that I
wasn't going to remember all of the questions that I had wanted to ask
(I know, I'm a nerd). We sat in the waiting room forever, so annoying.
We had the scan done at IMC in the high risk unit, not sure why my
doctor had us go there? Anyway the scan went great. The ultrasound
tech was nice and pointed everything out to us. Shawn was great to ask a lot of the questions.<br />
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Baby is still a girl. She is measuring not a day ahead nor a day behind...exactly on her due date. We were so relieved when the doctor came in and told us that she was healthy and that we didn't have anything to worry about. <br />
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October 7 was my 26th birthday. Shawn took me out to the Melting Pot, we had never been there before. The cheese and chocolate were amazing. <br />
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My friend Lacey had her baby shower, she looks so great and it was so fun to see her. She is one of my only friends that I keep in touch with from high school. <br />
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My birthday fell on conference Sunday. Which meant lots of family was in town, so it was great! Jenn and her mom and the kids came into town, and while the boys were at priesthood we had a girls night. My mom had made a quilt with all of the left over fabric scraps that she had from making her books of mormon. We decided to hand quilt it. It was a huge project, but something fun to do while talking. My mom, Ashley, Allison, Jenn, and I had fun quilting while skyping with Julie. <br />
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All I wanted for for my birthday was a Shark vacuum. I know, I'm weird. I just love my life to be clean and organized. As of late, it is not! Can't wait for stupid school to be over with. <br />
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My cute parents and me. <br />
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The clan over for my Sunday Birthday. <br />
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My mom made me this beautiful baby blanket! I love the colors!<br />
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Later on in the week we went out for my favorite birthday dinner... Sushi! Don't worry, all of the fish was cooked in these rolls. <br />
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So my awesome sister-inlaw told me about Herrimans yardsale facebook page. It is so much better than KSL & Craigslist. While perusing one day, I stumbled upon this awesome deal. I got this crib and armoire for $180! Best deal ever. I'm going to paint the crib white, and then the armoire is going to be turquoise-stained all antique-like. They are in perfect condition. <br />
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Shawn was not so happy about my purchase. We had to borrow Rick's truck and drive out to Herriman on a night that was really rainy. We didn't have anyone around to help Shawn move the furniture into our apartment...luckily I called Scotty last minute and he came to the rescue in the middle of the pouring rain! So great. Now they are sitting in baby girls room, ready for me to refinish. <br />
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I can't believe that on my next birthday I will have a little 8 mo old munchkin! Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-37433139285158217112012-09-20T19:40:00.003-06:002012-09-20T19:44:28.790-06:00pregnancy updates<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Time for the pregnancy updates! I know for a fact that these are not enjoyable to anyone but the person that is pregnant. So if you are bored, feel free to just look at the pictures. </div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 4 1/2 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight</b>: I always fluctuate between 103-105, I'm going to say 105.</div>
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<b>Cravings</b>: Guacamole!!!</div>
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<b>Miss anything?</b> Running, because of my risk doctor said no no no running. It has been so hard for me, because I have been running consistently so that when I did get pregnant I would be able to run for as long as I could :/ </div>
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<b>Symptoms: </b>Gaggy all of the time! Not very sick yet... boobs feel ginormous. </div>
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<b>Food aversions</b>: Everything</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> I had a hard time sleeping in the beginning from being so nervous about every little thing! I also had to pee a lot in the beginning.</div>
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<b>Have you told family/friends</b>: No</div>
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Mood? Happy, excited and very nervous</div>
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<b>Looking forward to</b>: Ultrasound/doctor's appt & telling our family!</div>
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<b>In my next post I will have to show the pictures/video from when we told our parents! It was so much fun. </b></div>
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<b>How far along? </b>9 weeks<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>105 +0</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>No, but baby is very low right now and it is uncomfortable to wear jeans!</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>not yet</div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> Starting to sleep better!</div>
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<b>Have you told family/friends? </b>We have told family, and only a few close friends.</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Brushing my teeth without gagging, and being able to choose a restaurant! Nothing ever sounds good!</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>nope</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Cheerios with fresh strawberries</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Mexican food. Baby HATES mexican food. I got sick every time I had mexican while we were in Cabo. </div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>I think so, but no one else does. It looks like I have a balloon under my lower stomach area. </div>
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<b>Gender predictions: </b>Shawn is sure that it's a boy...but I kind of have a feeling that it's a girl. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to:</b> next doc appointment, and telling everyone!</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>10 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>106 +1lb</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>No</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>None</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Sleeping great!</div>
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<b>Have you told family/friends? </b>Family, and a few friends</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Flossing, pretty sure I have pregnancy induced gingivitis (and I'm a dental hygiene student, not good)</div>
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<b>Movement?</b> nope</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Peaches, peaches and more peaches!</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Still mexican food, meat, pretty much everything.</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>There is a little bump!</div>
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<b>Mood: </b>I'm happy most of the time, but I have major mood swings. Just ask Shawn.</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>11 weeks</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>106 +1 lb</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>nope</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>sleeping great! So tired all of the time, wish I had time for naps.</div>
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<b>Have you told family/friends? </b>All family, and a few close friends.</div>
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<b>Miss anything?</b> Raw sushi rolls</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Still peaches, fresh fruit, and sushi</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Everything! I have been throwing up a lot more lately. If I wake up extra early I will for sure be throwing up. I have been feeling a lot more tired lately, and feel sick throughout the entire day usually.</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>kinda</div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>Getting past 1st trimester!</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>13 weeks<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>106 +1lb<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Nope, but baby is starting to move up higher, so it's getting more comfortable to wear pants and jeans again. </div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>I toss and turn a lot, but as long as I have a pillow in between my legs I am comfortable!</div>
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<b>Have you told family/friends? </b>We just made it facebook official!</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Sleeping on my stomach! Oh and of course running!</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>nope</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Poptarts and Sushi!</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Still just mexican</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>yes, and shawn is finally seeing it too!</div>
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<b>Gender predictions: </b>Shawn says boy. I just keep my thoughts to myself (:</div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>Finding out the gender!</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>14 weeks<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>107 +2lb<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Sleeping great</div>
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<b>Have you told family/friends? </b>yes! I just told my instructors at school...not so fun.</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>ummm brushing my teeth with out gagging or throwing up</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>nope</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Brazilian coxhinhas...so yummy!</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>The list is getting shorter. </div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>a bit</div>
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<b>Gender predictions: </b>Girl</div>
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<b>Best Moment This Week: </b>Having a little freak out because I felt "not pregnant anymore". Called my nurse and she told me to stop by. Heard the baby's heart beat and now I feel like a crazy person. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>Finding out the gender!</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>15 weeks<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>107 +2lb<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Sleeping great</div>
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<b>Have you told family/friends? </b>yes!</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Not really, I'm feeling so great!</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>I think I kind of felt something this week, not sure. </div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Einsteins, I always crave einstein bagels. Make a few trips a week!</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Peppers, mexican, avocados... </div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>yes </div>
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<b>Gender predictions: </b>Girl</div>
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<b>Best Moment This Week: </b>Thinking that I might have felt the baby move around. & fighting with shawn about when we are going to find out the gender. He wants 20 weeks, I want 16. It's a big fight right now. We will see who gets their way!</div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>next appointment</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>15</div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>108 +3lb<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>No, but it sure was awful fitting into this swim suit while in california! I brought a 2 piece but there is no way I was going to wear that. </div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Hotel beds suck even when you're not pregnant</div>
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<b>Have you told family/friends? </b>yes</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>not this week</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>nope</div>
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<b>Food Cravings?</b> Top Ramen. What the crap? Seriously I feel like the worst person eating it, so not nutritious. </div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Not really...everything is starting to sound good. </div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>yeah </div>
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<b>Gender? </b>Girl!!!</div>
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<b>Best Moment This Week: </b>Having Shawn finally agree to find out the gender, and going to Fetal Fotos. I will make a seperate blog post for this. But baby girl did not want us to know she was a girl...took quite a while to finally get the right shot. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>Shopping!!!</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>17 weeks<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>109 +4lb<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Nope</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>As long as I have my little pillow in between my knees I sleep fine. </div>
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<b>Have you told family/friends? </b>We announced that we were having a girl last week, took pictures on the beach. More on that later. But that was so fun!</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Running...and not getting out of breath when taking the stairs! This extra blood flow does weird things to your body. </div>
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<b>Movement? </b>a little bit!</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Pasta</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Bananas</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>yes </div>
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<b>Gender: Girl</b></div>
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<b>Best Moment This Week: </b>Buying baby girl her first pair of Toms, and discussing names. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>17 week Dr's appointment</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>18 weeks<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>109 +4lb<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Nope, but a belly band will be needed in the near future. </div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Sleeping great, other than the occasional bloody nose?</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Flossing my teeth...it's not even worth it anymore. It makes me so nauseous. Pregnancy induced gingivitis here I come!</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>Yes! Finally feeling her more and more!</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Einsteins. Always einsteins!</div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>sandwiches?</div>
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<b>Showing yet? </b>yah yah </div>
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<b>Gender : </b>Girl</div>
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<b>Best Moment This Week: </b>Feeling the baby more and more!</div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>20 week scan. </div>
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<b>How far along? </b>19weeks<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>Current weight: </b>110-111, +5-6lbs<b> </b></div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Almost, I'm planning on getting some for my birthday in a few weeks. That and a Shark vacuum. I'm so old and mature. </div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>Pretty well...back aches are getting worse. I think it's from cleaning teeth all day?</div>
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<b>Miss anything? </b>Normal workouts</div>
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<b>Movement? </b>Yes. Loving it</div>
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<b>Food Cravings? </b>Pier 49 Sourdough cheese bread & Tillamook Chocolate peanut butter ice cream. </div>
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<b>Food Aversions? </b>Not really</div>
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<b>Gender : </b>Girl</div>
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<b>Best Moment This Week: </b>Shawn being able to feel baby girl kick. It was the coolest most special thing ever. He got so excited, and I cried a little bit. </div>
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<b>Looking forward to: </b>Big ultrasound on Oct 1st.</div>
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When Shawn and I first got married we had a "5 year plan". We wanted to wait a while to have kids. We all know that plans change...all of the time. After about 2 1/2 years or so of being married we decided that we "were ready" to start trying to have kids.<br />
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Trying to get pregnant was an emotional roller coaster...and I have so much more love for women who aren't able to get pregnant easily, or aren't able to have children at all. I secretly hated the girls who had 6+ kids and were still going. I hated the little pregnant teenagers walking down the street with their little posse. & it got so frustrating to see friends getting pregnant within a few months of trying! I prayed to not have these feelings, but some days it was so hard! We weren't even trying for years and years, I can't imagine what it is like for couples who do. </div>
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The beginning of June I found out that I was pregnant. We were so excited, and also super scared. After having a miscarriage a little over a year ago it was hard not to be scared every second of every day throughout the first few months. We decided that we needed to celebrate and be grateful that we were pregnant, instead of being scared of something bad happening at any moment. </div>
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We had a gift card to Ruth's Chris, so we decided to make a reservation and have a nice dinner. It was yummy!</div>
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A couple of days after finding out that I was pregnant I went to Goodwill and found this old picture/frame and made a chalkboard. It was my favorite idea from pinterest. </div>
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A before and after picture...</div>
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This is my nonexistent baby bump at 4 weeks </div>
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On our 4 year anniversary, June 27, we were able to have our first ultrasound at only 7 weeks. It was so fun to see our little peanut. The heartbeat was strong, and we started to feel a lot more "safe". It was so comforting to see that little flicker of a heartbeat. The baby was measuring right at 7 weeks, which puts baby's due date on Valentines Day 2013. We are already in love and can't wait for this next adventure in our life. </div>
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Shawn and I had planned on taking an epic graduation trip when I graduate in February. I was thinking something like Costa Rica. When we found out that we were pregnant, and that the baby was due a week before graduation...we decided we needed to act fast while I had a little break coming up with school. </div>
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My school is ridiculous and decided to give us a lovely 4 day summer break. I took an extra day and the weekend and we decided to go to Cabo for 8 days. My aunt Julie and uncle Gary go there every year over the 4th for a few weeks so we were able to stay in their condo with them! I am so glad that we did, it was a blast! </div>
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We got there a day before the Sarchet's did. We arranged to stay in San Jose in a cute little hotel. We were a little worried but it was actually pretty nice. Nice pool, and beautiful view. I didn't take any pictures while in San Jose, dang it! But that first night we just relaxed a little by the pool and then walked down to the little market that they had. I was a little scared on our walk when we saw guys with machine guns peaking out on top of buildings...but it turns out that we got there the weekend of a very big election so there were extra precautions being taken. The next morning we woke up, had a nice breakfast, relaxed by the pool and then headed on our journey to Cabo. </div>
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We did not want to spend 60$ for a 20 min taxi ride to Cabo, so we decided to take the city bus. It was totally fine...other than the bus driver dropping us off at the wrong stop and walking a couple of miles through town with all of our luggage. But for $2 each it was all worth it...and Gary and Julie were so proud of us for taking the city bus(: Once we made it to the resort we just relaxed by the pool (Shawn watched some big soccer game at the bar) and waited for Gary, Julie and the boys to get it. </div>
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We had such a great week!</div>
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Shawn and the boys played "tequilla vollyball" every day at 2:00</div>
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They had a lot of fun. It was SO NICE to have someone there to entertain Shawn. I could just relax by the pool or ocean, while Shawn got to play all day long with the boys. I told Vincent and Andrew that we were going to have to take them on every vacation that we go on. </div>
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We went down to the arena...</div>
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We ate lots of yummy food...actually we found out that the baby hates mexican food. I ate salads when we went out to eat.</div>
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Shawn and Vincent picking out their Henna tattoos</div>
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Vincent. Gary. Mexican dude. Shawn. Me. Julie. Andrew</div>
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I guess "The Office" is a very popular place to dine when you go to Cabo!</div>
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Our resort, and the beautiful moon.</div>
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Shawn and the boys made friends with the activities director, Roberto. He was a great guy and hooked the boys up with playing soccer with the locals.</div>
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Happy hour!!!</div>
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One night Gary and Julie treated us to a pirate ship adventure. </div>
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We sailed around for a while, ate dinner and they had a cute little production thing. </div>
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One of my favorite pictures</div>
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The famous Arch</div>
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That night there was a beautiful full moon.</div>
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One of the days Shawn and the boys all went Ziplining. I wanted to go soooo bad. But apparently pregnant women cant do anything. Something about being a liability. So depressing. Julie and I had a nice relaxing day at the beach though(:</div>
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We went miniature golfing at the resort.</div>
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Gary creamed them all!</div>
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The Sarchet family</div>
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Waiting for the 4th of July fireworks</div>
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This day we went to the beach and attempted snorkeling. It was the same beach where Julie got stung really bad a few years ago, by a jelly fish. I had a hard time...just because I'm pregnant and am so gaggy! I would have to come up out of the water every few seconds to gag. It wasn't very fun. Everyone was enjoying seeing the fish until we all started getting stung by little jelly fish. We all got stung a few times and then decided we were done. </div>
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After snorkeling the boys got distracted trying to catch lizards.</div>
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Roberto told Shawn to meet him one night to go play soccer...he was a little late and Julie and I were worried that he might be stood up. Shawn was beyond excited to play with the locals...we were worried about his heart being broken. It all worked out, and the shawn, vincent and gary were able to play. They had a blast!!! Well...Shawn and Vincent did!</div>
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Gary didn't have any gear...this happened with in 5 minutes. It doesn't look too bad here, but it was actually really bad. </div>
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I made friends with Roberto's American girlfriend Isabella and her friend Netto. They were so nice. Netto took me to a little pizza place down the road, it was so yummy!</div>
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Shawn in action</div>
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Vincent in action!</div>
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This was the highlight of Shawn's vacation. He had so much fun. The guys asked him if he played for Real Salt Lake (because he was wearing their jersey) and it made him feel pretty special. Shawn and Vincent both played really well with the mexicans...Vincent and Shawn scored all of the goals. They were able to get quite a few games in too!</div>
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The next day the boys went to ride ATV's in the desert, and because Gary's leg was pretty bad Julie took his spot. </div>
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They had a lot of fun!</div>
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A pelican flew into the pool on one of our last days, and hung out for a while. It was crazy how close he got to everyone...He tried to bite Gary!</div>
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One of our last nights we went down and did a little shopping, and dinner!</div>
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The first day Shawn hiked to Lover's Beach with the boys...I didn't know that they were going or I would have gone! All week I had been begging everyone to go with me. Finally on our last day Julie took us in the morning before it got to hot. It was a nice little hike...nothing too hard (Jenn). </div>
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It was well worth the hike, so beautiful!</div>
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Shawn and I had such a fun vacation, and are so glad that we went to Cabo with the Sarchet's! They were so nice and took great care of us. Before we left for vacation we were able to go in for a 7 week ultrasound and see the heart beat. It was very reassuring for us, and we were able to relax during the vacation. While we were there I felt great! It was the perfect place to be, and great timing. When we got home I got pretty sick for a few days, and couldn't keep anything down. I'm so glad that it happened after Mexico(: <br />
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It was so great to take a little "Baby Moon" and also it was perfect timing for our 4th anniversary! </div>
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I really miss blogging. One day I will catch up...or maybe I wont. I have a feeling that I'll be around a lot more in the near future.<br />
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We went to Cabo earlier this month. It was amazing...but I will post about that another day. On to more important things, pet peeves. A lot of things bug me. I try to be an optimistic, up beat person...but I don't know if that's really me.<br />
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This is definitely not all of my pet peeves, just some that have been really bugging me as of late. They are in no particular order. I'm sure I will offend someone, I'm sorry. </div>
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<li>Loose and Lose. Get it right people!!! They are two completely different words! "You have a loose tooth". Or, "you have a screw loose". & then there is the word "lose". "You will lose the game". I hate it when people get this wrong. </li>
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<li> The posting of a huge album of bridal pictures on facebook, or blogs, or instagram or any other social media BEFORE the wedding. Um duh??? You just gave everything away. Now I already know what you are going to look like, so why should I go to your wedding now? You ruined everything! </li>
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<li>I hate it when someone honks or yells at you while they are driving, when they THINK that you made a driving error...but you really didn't! And you try to give them that look that says "Um, hello! I didn't do anything wrong!!!" but they dont get it. Example: While driving in the walmart parking lot this week I went straight through an intersection and did not stop because I DID NOT have a stop sign. The old man to the left of me, who was sitting at a stop sign, started honking at me. It's so frustrating to not be able to tell them that they are wrong!!!</li>
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<li> Europeans announcing American soccer games. Some are okay, but I hate most of them. It's like we get all of the rejects who couldn't make it big in Europe...and then we American's hire them because we figure that if they are from Europe then they must know what they are talking about when it comes to soccer.</li>
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<li>MMK this is probably going to be the most controversial. I am all for immigration. I love all people. What I cannot stand is when these immigrants have been raised in the US for most, if not all of their lives, and are US citizens go to a soccer game and cheer for the Hispanic team. Ex: Real vs Monterrery in the 2011 CONCACAF. There were more Hispanic fans than American fans. RIDICULOUS! So crazy to me how they can be cheering for RSL one week, and then the next week they decide to cheer for the team from Mexico. Um, did they not leave that country for a reason? Wouldn't you have some pride for the country that is giving you freedom and opportunity? So confusing to me. </li>
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<li>When people use the word "Caca" when talking to babies, toddlers, or kids. So weird. Why not just use the words gross? Why are you trying to confuse them by teaching them ONE word of spanish?</li>
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<li> When overweight people tell me that I'm not eating healthy. Self explanatory. </li>
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<li>"Me Monsters" that are over the age of 30. Lets face it. You expect kids and teenagers to constantly be talking about themselves. 20 year olds don't really have an excuse...other than we are in the prime of our lives and have awesome stuff going on. Once you hit 30 it is really time to grow up! </li>
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<li>Even amounts of punctuation. !!! ... ??? Odd numbers are visually pleasing. Don't even think about texting me with even amounts of punctuation. I will re-type your message and send it back to you using odd amounts.....or I will be too embarrassed and will type it up just so that I can see it the correct way, and then not send it. </li>
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That's all I can think about for now. Good day.Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-34563651063121435672012-04-13T15:18:00.001-06:002012-04-13T15:21:03.727-06:00Growing up and getting a job, what a shell shock!Shawn's Perpective<br />
I have always been a very optimistic and ambitious individual. Now I understand why my parents told me to have a plan b when my soccer ambitions fell up short. I hated hearing it as a kid and never accepted it as a viable outcome, that soccer may not be my career. I am fortunate enough to coach in a club as a part time gig. I love it and it is a passion of mine. There is nothing better than helping a kid gain success in the world's greatest game. I have the greatest joy when I see the smile on the boys faces while they enjoy the jubilation the game has to offer. Not to mention how fun it can be on game days to get those old familiar butterflies I used to get as a player. The game still occupies my mind on most days and helps get me through my adult real life responsibilities. If I could truly have it as a full time career I would jump at the opportunity. I know I would devour every opportunity to grow and develop more as a soccer coach. The problem being is that the bills have to be paid, and there are not many coaches that make enough money. So I am stuck in the daily grind doing work:/<br />
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My challenge has been understanding really what I want to do for the rest of my life. When I went to college I had no idea of the vast possibilites of employment that existed. I blame that on our public schooling system, and my lack of exposure to the adult world. I was limited to the jobs my friends and family were exposed to. Growing up in a working class middle america, your vision is enclosed to your surroundings. I freely admit that I was a very naive boy. But how could I know what I didnt know? Being exposed to the world of opportunities in college, my brain is still in somewhat of a system overload. I am always learning about new job markets and career opportunties. I get started on a certain path and have an ADHD moment, when I hear of other paths. I am not seeking any sympathy on my part. I have a descent paying job in one of the worst economic times of U.S. history. I am not in need of empathy. I just feel like maybe there could be more done in our schooling systems to train kids on the many job opportunities. Or maybe I just missed the boat while dreaming of a soccer career?Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-63893223603653736212012-03-08T22:35:00.000-07:002012-03-08T22:35:28.890-07:00I love shoesEvery girl loves a good pair of shoes...and if you don't, then I'm not sure I want to know you. I have a special place in my heart for heels. Most people assume that I love heels because I'm short. ? No, I just love heels, and I'm pretty sure that I would love them even if I were 7 feet tall. I love that my husband is a whole foot taller than me, so it allows my heel range to be pretty wide. 12'' to be exact. <br />
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There is one type of heel that I feel was specifically made for me. Seriously I have never worn a better heel, overall. It's as if the designer took a mold of my beautiful feet and created a masterpiece just for me. They are so comfortable. I just love them so much more than any other shoe I own. I am 5'1 and maybe it helps that this designer is also a "petite" woman...she is just a few inches taller than me. So if you haven't already guessed...or if you know me at all...then you know that I'm referring to <a href="http://www.jessicasimpson.com/category/shoes.do">Jessica Simpson's Shoes</a> . <br />
<div style="text-align: center;">While finding a spot in my shoe closet for my latest purchase, I decided to showcase my collection. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few Memories:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Top Left</strong>: my first Jessica Simpson shoe purchase...my life changed forever. You can tell that the shoe is a bit out of style...and very worn. Love that shoe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Middle Left</strong>: I purchased those this last summer, and wore them for a special funeral. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Bottom Left:</strong> These are the very first Jessica's that I made Shawn buy for me. I remember standing there in Nordstrom giving him 101 reasons why I needed that shoe. Guess it worked!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Top Right:</strong> Newest purchase. I have been looking for a red heel forever! So glad that I stumbled upon these at the Rack today. "Lipstick" red? Yes please!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Bottom Right:</strong> My wedding day shoes. Awwwww.....such fun memories. Can't believe that that day was almost 4 years ago!</div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlk6K3hp3oM9hTd_OcoG3ijttfUGRrU5jFFPibqhH5dpRy39TjLcrDb0SBYlpFpNivwaBwyesvuRBvX6HDaHaRbyuEfe4kQgyC8nnnnuHUyDjKjHyC9vYJ_cBwTHYiEsDEcFBhFYd8IDP/s1600/Angela_Sean20080627_051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlk6K3hp3oM9hTd_OcoG3ijttfUGRrU5jFFPibqhH5dpRy39TjLcrDb0SBYlpFpNivwaBwyesvuRBvX6HDaHaRbyuEfe4kQgyC8nnnnuHUyDjKjHyC9vYJ_cBwTHYiEsDEcFBhFYd8IDP/s400/Angela_Sean20080627_051.jpg" width="267" /></a><br />
So I love Jessica Simpson's shoes. & how can you not help but love Jessica Simpson herself? I fell in love with her on her reality show with Nick Lachey, "The Newly Weds". This is where my love for reality tv was born. And I bawled my eyes out when Nick opened his heart to the world, and cried when he told everyone that their marriage ended. And now Jessica is pregnant...and so is Nich's wife...and I couldn't be happier for them. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiynGY04ge35uTLYdq_teOCMsTl9_1WOL9mWT83dvssyh6wlGHDkubcC-meWRnOhffdQZaYfH2925Idfkbu02LCaR9opqK1roauEiSsWpeG6mVsy7kaIJbHjkhtTGIEBgBPcr0eB1OezxtS/s1600/newlyweds-nick-and-jessica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiynGY04ge35uTLYdq_teOCMsTl9_1WOL9mWT83dvssyh6wlGHDkubcC-meWRnOhffdQZaYfH2925Idfkbu02LCaR9opqK1roauEiSsWpeG6mVsy7kaIJbHjkhtTGIEBgBPcr0eB1OezxtS/s1600/newlyweds-nick-and-jessica.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This shoe will be my next Jessica purchase:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH3wA0HbaY_1vqKRudwPboMZRbnvHbWjIatLQHqMSN57FPhqKl0Iihlq72pZ5HylXPmYbS6FcJMIfzqNseq2v_nW95VySdEIlIgLePHRYMUbB7FmwOCqO1ls2YM8wYTKH37Un7eGHoMsKa/s1600/CINNA06840-w1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH3wA0HbaY_1vqKRudwPboMZRbnvHbWjIatLQHqMSN57FPhqKl0Iihlq72pZ5HylXPmYbS6FcJMIfzqNseq2v_nW95VySdEIlIgLePHRYMUbB7FmwOCqO1ls2YM8wYTKH37Un7eGHoMsKa/s320/CINNA06840-w1000.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-32428145976828178812012-03-02T09:43:00.000-07:002012-03-02T09:43:36.394-07:00Miss me?<div style="text-align: center;"> What we've been up to lately...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMuLIFCQq6qRP3eVphEKK65nJwdyBriIuYlTq50yGT0wi9pFPMY-5EeBXS-Rhaxr-iMPAdxDbdrfafuoBoRgQ5YFhZPr-ZvLfh_QKuQNgWBIfWQVrz4Q6_kszOvNjfvLEe1YBnTaChzMxF/s400/photo_3.JPG" width="266" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I forced Shawn to take some new "family" photos. He was such a grouch the whole morning. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to get him there. He finally snapped out of it, and we actually had a lot of fun. I still haven't seen all of the edited pictures, hopefully soon. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiboWUjQYSsx6kVwOeLrdGrinpyB5SObM7kn6aE_2_V69cKWVXwx0D-zrZC0wxglt1ew7ndGf8suodXySIDCNthHjb8kfgrRGSYpujTec1ePVHu-HkxCM-ysMaEjyiRFX7ykoQJcPCJA4/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiboWUjQYSsx6kVwOeLrdGrinpyB5SObM7kn6aE_2_V69cKWVXwx0D-zrZC0wxglt1ew7ndGf8suodXySIDCNthHjb8kfgrRGSYpujTec1ePVHu-HkxCM-ysMaEjyiRFX7ykoQJcPCJA4/s400/photo.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I can't believe I'm saying this...I'M ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL. More like the end is in sight. We register for our board exams really soon, and its making it all seem so real! I take boards in December. DECEMBER??? Only 9 months away! Which means I really need to start studying for them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0I5ZxdsMvdIp0pgKbBZDpEyp6bFUhZ2VpI0nOunTBbCh-VRU3Ak3tCnvK4octPASXf7FrPqumOklP91WXzz5vZcsV7rTtMD-x5sxNivn0EERD8xvL15_6O8YZt934WczuYC2RL4P1U1vR/s1600/photo_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0I5ZxdsMvdIp0pgKbBZDpEyp6bFUhZ2VpI0nOunTBbCh-VRU3Ak3tCnvK4octPASXf7FrPqumOklP91WXzz5vZcsV7rTtMD-x5sxNivn0EERD8xvL15_6O8YZt934WczuYC2RL4P1U1vR/s400/photo_1.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I am in the middle of pharmacology right now. I thought oral pathology was the hardest class...I WISH I could go back to that class. Pharm is ridiculous. I thought it would just be memorizing drugs. nope. Just a few more weeks left...and then I'm hoping that the homework load might ease up just a little bit... so that I might actually have some spare time to be able to study for boards.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh99Y-emUSL70rdvxw86qG_ZdHy23y5seE4WU06vSx3I_wdlbiqCP1eAqVzQLgicgRgdLJwwoPELXKPHz476rE8uwKpKKPnBCJxHU456CZABzjWrO_VtRuClG3F9oZPREJarnE2q1150nBM/s1600/IMG_1715%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh99Y-emUSL70rdvxw86qG_ZdHy23y5seE4WU06vSx3I_wdlbiqCP1eAqVzQLgicgRgdLJwwoPELXKPHz476rE8uwKpKKPnBCJxHU456CZABzjWrO_VtRuClG3F9oZPREJarnE2q1150nBM/s320/IMG_1715%5B1%5D.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Shawn is busier than ever with soccer. We were in Vegas last month for a men's tournament that he played in. Shawn really doesn't even get to play very often. Coaching is what takes up all of his time. There are only a handful of people that I know who really understand our soccer life. Everyone else thinks that soccer is just a summer/spring sport. & that Shawn just "enjoys" playing with his friends. This is definitely not the case. Soccer is year round. & it never really slows down, except for maybe just a little during futsal season. His older boys just tried out for all of their high school teams. Shawn was a stress case all week worrying about his boys making their teams. He is a great coach, and his boys really look up to him. We just found out that Shawn needs knee surgery. Poor Shawn. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some weeks I feel like I never get to see Shawn during the week. </div><div style="text-align: center;">What keeps us so busy?</div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Soccer/ Futsal almost every week night</li>
<li>Clinic/cleaning teeth</li>
<li>Pharm Lecture</li>
<li>Full time Job for shawn</li>
<li>work for me </li>
<li>Study time</li>
<li>Gym time </li>
<li>Finding patients!!!</li>
<li>Activity days</li>
<li>Hunting down my patients when they don't show up...</li>
<li>Did I say soccer/futsal?</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: center;"> We are so tired by the end of the week that we usually are so boring on the weekends:</div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Clean</li>
<li>Study</li>
<li>maybe just a little more soccer</li>
<li>Church</li>
<li>Movies! -we love our movies!</li>
<li>Family time</li>
<li>Friend time?</li>
<li>More studying</li>
<li>Paper writing</li>
<li>Relaxing time</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elena.Chandra.Jess.Me...on our way to convention.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">I have made a few really great friends from hygiene school. I don't know what I would ever do with out Chandra. Sometimes being with the same girls every day for what will be 2 1/2 years, is hard. There are some really fun/great girls. I feel like I can get along with pretty much anyone. But. When I graduate. There are some people that I just will not miss(:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss blogging. & being so behind stresses me out. There are a lot of things that I've had to put on the back burner lately. I feel like I'm usually so "on top" of things. School has turned me into a zombie. Shawn would tell you that this lack of control I have in my life has turned me into a little bit of an obsessive compulsive mess. I think that if keeping the apartment clean, and running/working out, and eating healthy are the only things I can control right now...then I'm going to control them. Mmk? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyone need their teeth cleaned??? Starting at the end of this month I will be seeing patients on Monday/Thursday afternoons and Friday mornings. </div>Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-33837079113884569092012-01-01T13:26:00.000-07:002012-01-01T13:26:36.088-07:00help!<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Please help</span></em> me spread the word! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzv9pnWeEuI/TwDBSm1w44I/AAAAAAAACUg/R6w8V7uGrTQ/s1600/teeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzv9pnWeEuI/TwDBSm1w44I/AAAAAAAACUg/R6w8V7uGrTQ/s320/teeth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm a dental hygiene student and I'm<em><span style="font-size: x-large;"> looking for patients</span></em>! I see patients on monday and thursday afternoons from 2:15-5:15. My school is in Salt Lake City 3900 S 700 E. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is a great deal for those who do not have dental insurance. My clinic is <em><span style="font-size: x-large;">brand new</span></em> and has state of the art technology for almost everything we use. The one downside is that I'm a student, and i'm learning...so the cleaning will take longer than what you are probably used to. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The first visit is just <span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>$20</em></span> and includes xrays, doctors exam, cleaning, prophy, fluoride etc. Any visit needed after that is just $10. I am looking for children, adults, elderly & special needs patients. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you have dental insurance we can definitely still see you, we just can't bill your insurance. If you are just <em><span style="font-size: x-large;">nice, and love me</span></em> & just want to help me out with my education then come get your teeth cleaned! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been so stressful trying to find patients who will actually show up to their appointments. Please help me spread the word, it really is a great deal! So if you or someone you know is interested <em><span style="font-size: x-large;">please leave me a comment or facebook me! </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and <em><span style="font-size: x-large;">don't forget</span></em>. You should be brushing your teeth <em><span style="font-size: x-large;">TWICE a day</span></em> people! And you should be getting your teeth cleaned professionally <em><span style="font-size: x-large;">2 times a year.</span></em> It is so important! Did you know that your mouth could harbor <em><span style="font-size: large;">harmful bacteria</span></em> that could kill you? ya...it does...<span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>so let me clean your teeth so you don't die! (:</em></span></div>Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-63381888944884492692011-11-29T20:38:00.000-07:002011-11-29T20:38:29.127-07:00Disgusted, & blessed.I have become one of <em><span style="font-size: large;">those</span></em> people that never updates their blog. I am <em><span style="font-size: large;">disgusted<strong> </strong></span></em>with myself. It seems <em><span style="font-size: large;">hopeless</span></em> when I think of everything I need to catch up on. I will do it some time, <em><span style="font-size: large;">probably</span></em> not for a while.<br />
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In the meantime, here is what we've been up to. It's going to be long...just a <em><span style="font-size: large;">warning</span></em>. <br />
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I have been <em><span style="font-size: large;">very</span></em> busy with school. The end of October, and beginning of November were <span style="font-size: large;"><em>miserable</em></span> for me. I didn't think I'd ever make it to Thanksgiving! <em><span style="font-size: large;">None</span></em> of my patients were showing up (which meant I had to be literally out on the <em><span style="font-size: large;">street</span></em> looking for patients), our instructors were throwing all of these random projects at us, and trying to cram 6 weeks of material into about 10-12 days...I started Oral Pathology, which is a crazy hard class...<span style="font-size: large;"><em>Oh</em></span>, and I had to miss an Oral Path lecture to make it to my cousins wedding. Guess what? I will have 5% deducted from my final grade for missing <em><span style="font-size: large;">one </span></em>lecture + I had to write a 5pg <span style="font-size: large;"><em>paper</em></span> on an unrelated topic. <span style="font-size: large;"><em>Don't worry</em></span>, I met with the dean of education, <em><span style="font-size: large;">and </span></em>the director about it. Anyway, lots of <em><span style="font-size: large;">stress</span></em>, anxiety, and lots of nights spent <span style="font-size: large;"><em>crying</em></span> to Shawn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanksgiving Day in Vegas</td></tr>
</tbody></table> However, with all of this <em><span style="font-size: large;">drama</span></em> there have been a few perks. I lost 5 lbs... <span style="font-size: x-small;">which is a lot for me. But, I'm sure I gained most of it back after stuffing my face with everything I could see this Thanksgiving. </span><span style="font-size: small;"> I have also grown a greater <em><span style="font-size: large;">appreciation</span></em> for my husband. He has put up with <em><span style="font-size: large;">so</span></em> much lately. I have NOT been a good wife. I <span style="font-size: large;"><em>don't</em></span> ever cook, I am <span style="font-size: large;"><em>ornery</em></span> most of the time, I cry <span style="font-size: large;"><em>a lot</em></span>, nagging is my <em><span style="font-size: large;">forte</span></em>, and I spend all of his money on <span style="font-size: large;"><em>therapy</em></span> (Retail). I am also so <span style="font-size: large;"><em>thankful</em></span> for a Father in Heaven who<span style="font-size: large;"><em> truly</em></span> hears and answers our prayers. After receiving a blessing given by husband, my dad, and my brothers, my life has been a lot <em><span style="font-size: large;">easier</span></em>. Seriously, it's an amazing<span style="font-size: large;"> <em>miracle</em></span>. No more anxiety, no more random nose bleeds, no more "no-show" patients and <span style="font-size: large;"><em>a lot less</em></span> crying and stress. I feel so blessed. </span><br />
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Shawn has been a <span style="font-size: large;"><em>busy </em></span>man himself. He recently turned 28! Wow that seems kind of <span style="font-size: large;"><em>old</em></span>. He helped out with State Cup a lot last month, and was recently given <span style="font-size: large;"><em>another</em></span> team to coach. He has been working at eHealth Insurance enrolling old people for medicare. He seems to really<span style="font-size: large;"><em> like</em></span> it, and comes home with lots of <span style="font-size: large;"><em>funny</em></span> stories. He is working hard to prove himself worthy of being a permanent hire. He leaves for work at 6am, works until 3, and then heads straight to <span style="font-size: large;"><em>coaching</em></span>. Some nights he doesn't get home until 8 or 9. He works<span style="font-size: large;"><em> so hard</em></span> to provide for us, and never complains. Over Thanksgiving he took his new U14 Premier team to Vegas for a tournament. He has walked into this team amidst a lot of <em><span style="font-size: large;">craziness,</span></em> but a lot of the parents stopped and talked to me about how they are so <em><span style="font-size: large;">impressed</span></em> with him and his coaching philosophies. I am so glad that he gets to do something that he<em><span style="font-size: large;"> loves</span></em> and that he is so great at...while teaching these kids <span style="font-size: large;"><em>values</em></span> and a love for the game. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/vuyId4VTotA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Sometimes I get <span style="font-size: large;"><em>frustrated</em></span> and throw a pitty party for myself. I get overwhelmed with hygiene school and this phase of life that we seem to be stuck in. I <span style="font-size: large;"><em>envy</em></span> those who are able to start a family...buy a house and are well into their careers. Occasionally, I let the pitty party last a while, but usually a <span style="font-size: large;"><em>favorite</em></span> song pops into my head "Because I Have Been Given Much", and I am reminded how much I really do <em><span style="font-size: large;">have </span><span style="font-size: small;">to be greatful for</span></em>. Life could be so much worse, and there are so <span style="font-size: large;"><em>many </em></span>people who do have it worse than us. Shawn and I are looking forward to doing some <span style="font-size: large;"><em>special </em></span>service projects this holiday season. If you want to join us, let us know! Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-53495944638644415232011-10-30T20:05:00.000-06:002011-10-30T20:05:18.766-06:00A Halloween Flashback<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I took these pictures, of pictures, at my mom's the other day. They were so fun to look through.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">ya know what I don't love? Halloween. I can never really get into the halloween spirit. You see, the reason being is that I feel like it steals my thunder. October is my birthday month. I shouldn't have to share it with Halloween. Also, figuring out what you are going to dress up as in not fun to me...more like a stressful chore. Anyway, hope all you Halloween lovers have a great Halloween. I will be watching a fustal game that Shawn will be coaching. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have so many things to post...like my 25th birthday festivities. Perhaps I will next week. After this hellish week is over with. Have I mentioned to you all lately how much I hate hygiene school? And how the director is trying to cram 6 weeks of material into 10 days? and how the stress caused one of the girls to go into labor prematurely? And how they will probably somehow see this and then I will get kicked out of the program? </div>Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-29196490227648475842011-09-30T21:53:00.002-06:002011-09-30T21:53:32.486-06:00happiness is...gelato <span style="font-size: x-large;">+</span> freshly sunkissed skin <span style="font-size: x-large;">=</span> <strong>happiness</strong><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">What can I say?</span></em> <br />
I guess it doesn't take very much to make me happy these days...<br />
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fyi: tried nutella gelato tonight, it was amazing. & also our apartment's pool has been open the whole month of september due to the amazing weather we have been having as of late. <span style="font-size: large;">true love</span>. Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-16739633882732307482011-09-23T18:27:00.002-06:002011-09-23T18:30:30.129-06:00Halfway ThereToday is a glorious day. I am officially <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>halfway</i></span> done with school.<br />
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half of me is <span style="font-size: large;"><i>so <span style="font-size: x-large;">excited</span></i></span>...<br />
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and then half of me wants to just throw up, curl up in a ball, and then<span style="font-size: large;"><i> <span style="font-size: x-large;">runaway</span></i></span> just thinking about having 15 <span style="font-size: x-small;">1/2</span> months of school still left.<br />
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I hate that my school practically "owns" me. They <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>control</i></span> my life. I hate it. I think they love it, honestly.<br />
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I <i><span style="font-size: large;">hate</span></i> them. <br />
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They even control me when I <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>sleep</i></span>.<br />
I <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>dream</i></span> about probing, scaling, furcations, periodontal disease...<br />
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For now I'll try to <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>celebrate</i></span> being halfway done by going out on a date with the hubbers.Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-30019555306062235052011-09-19T19:27:00.006-06:002011-09-19T19:31:44.687-06:00Labor Day Camping and Swiss Days 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't believe Swiss Days has come and gone...again. I love Swiss Days. It is definitely something I look forward to the whole summer. <br />
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I get to spend lots of quality time with my mom. <br />
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She does such a great job with her booth. It's always so cute. And she whipped up the apron I'm wearing the night before. She is crazy. <br />
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My cute cousin Emily attracting customers... <br />
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Ashley came up on saturday and hung out for a bit. So fun to have her back in Utah. Friday night my mom and I stayed at Todd & Sharolyns. It was nice to be up in Midway and not have to make the drive both days. Spending time with the Westra kids is always fun too!</div>
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After Swiss Days my family went camping up at the Harris' property.
Shawn and I were not very excited to go camping, but it actually turned
out to be a lot of fun. I think the fact that we were there only one
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It was good to have some family time before Curtis left for BYU hawaii. <br />
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<span id="goog_1717567906"></span><span id="goog_1717567907"></span>Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-50891759051934636052011-09-12T10:00:00.000-06:002011-09-12T22:06:44.167-06:00Oh hiOh hello blogging buddies, <br />
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I'm at the gym...peddling my little paddle legs away.<br />
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I guess you could say I'm repenting for the last few weeks of summer... <br />
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I HATE the bike. Waste of my life.<br />
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You should all go visit my aunts new amazingly creative blog. therusticalley.blogspot.com She is going to be having some ridiculous giveaways.<br />
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Good day... <br />
Oh ya. I need patients!!! Please please please let me know if you or someone you know needs their teeth cleaned!<br />
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I have to find 2 patients a week right now and it's kind of stressing me out! <br />
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I promise it wont hurt...I won't hurt you!<br />
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If you know of someone please leave me a comment or something!<br />
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Mmk now GOOD DAYAng and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509410421955614242.post-38215321360965293802011-09-06T18:32:00.003-06:002011-09-06T18:32:54.170-06:00Easy energy bars & 1 year anniversary of craziness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Remember my post a year ago about changing my life? Ya know, <a href="http://sablymiller.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html" style="color: magenta;">THIS</a> one? Well it's been a whole year since we have made the change from the typical american diet to a healthier more plant based one. We have definitely not perfected it...but we can definitely feel a huge difference in the way we feel. I can honestly say that we do not have any dairy or animal protein in our house...except for the ice cream in the freezer (see the fine print below) It's so easy to be healthy at home. It's only hard when we are away!<br />
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Everyone asks where we get our protein. It bugs. Really? It just proves to you that we Americans have been brainwashed to think that you can only get protein from meat. There are soooo many other sources to get protein people!<br />
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Benefits...Shawn says he can run faster and jump higher and kick the soccer ball harder. The best part is he is being serious. haha. I love Shawn. He is so freaking funny. Now some of that is true and then the other part is all in his head. <br />
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Some real life benefits...less headaches. I used to get a headache every single day. Now its more like once a week or when I'm really hungry. One of the best benefits is we have less aches/pains. I used to wake up in the middle of the night and have to take 4 ibuprofens in order to be able to fall back asleep from joint pains. This never ever happens anymore. I swear. It's ridiculously awesome. <br />
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In memory of our one year anniversary of a healthy lifestyle change I thought I would go grocery shopping and try to make our own energy bars. We have not been eating the healthiest lately and I needed to try something new to make me excited about the whole idea all over again. They were so easy and taste so yummy! I looked at a couple of recipes and then just kind of did my own thing. <br />
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What you will need slash what I used. <br />
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<li> wheat flour</li>
<li>raw peanuts/cashews or pecans or any other raw nut you would like.</li>
<li>flax seed</li>
<li>oats</li>
<li>pitted dates</li>
<li>dried bananas and papayas or other dried fruit (next time I will try apples or peaches).</li>
<li>orange flavored cranberries -<span style="font-size: xx-small;">optional </span></li>
<li>agave nector (natural sweetener)-<span style="font-size: xx-small;">optional</span></li>
<li>honey-<span style="font-size: xx-small;">optional</span></li>
<li>peanut butter-<span style="font-size: xx-small;">optional</span></li>
<li>cinnamon-<span style="font-size: xx-small;">optional</span></li>
<li>vanilla-<span style="font-size: xx-small;">optional</span></li>
<li>water</li>
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Pretty much you blend all of the nuts and then add the wheat flour & flax seed. oh ya...serving sizes...I just did like a handful of everything (: You put that blended mixture into a bowl and then you blend the fruit and the sweeteners. It will blend into a sticky goopy mess, add it to the dry nut mixture and mix it all together. <br />
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After it is all mixed together work a small sized portion into a rectangle bar shape. Wrap in plastic wrap and now you have a nice protein packed energy bar!<br />
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You really can put in whatever you want. I just had fun experimenting. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">One of the recipes that I saw only used dates, cinnamon, dried fruit and pecans. </span><br />
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One day I will bore you all with a huge long list of all the other amazing benefits of a plant based diet. For now you will just have to trust me. I never. ever. ever. ever. thought I would stop eating meat...the same goes for Shawn. And when I say stopped eating meat I mean we are on our way to getting there. I eat one serving of meat about once a month (except for this last Labor Day weekend while we were camping...my poor tummy hurts now).<br />
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The disclaimer/fine print: I still eat ice cream. Dairy-free ice cream does not do it for me. Maybe one day (: Oh and we still eat fish.Ang and Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101896216686815101noreply@blogger.com0