<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101</id><updated>2011-10-11T10:13:08.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cakes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4229310934940335852</id><published>2011-03-20T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:40:18.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>This weekend didn't go at all as planned. I had a crapass Friday, complete with meltdown. It's been 6 months since I lost my grandma and three years since I lost my cousin Courtney. Thank god for B and for him being so loving and understanding and letting me cry it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, B took himself to the hospital with back pain. Now when B says he has back pain, that means he has a kidney stone on the move. He left the house about 2am...He called at 730 to let me know the prognosis. Not fucking good. Three stones stuck. One of them being a 7mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, we spent the entire afternoon and evening in the hospital. That's where I am now. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness, he is doing well and we are about ready to be released...with the stent in hand...err, ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4229310934940335852?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4229310934940335852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4229310934940335852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4229310934940335852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4229310934940335852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5410033149015488621</id><published>2011-03-18T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T13:41:21.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar, Liar. Pants on fire.</title><content type='html'>I have managed to offend my MIL. All over a simple hair cut for B2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things I don't share with the rest of the family. Everything turns into a huge ordeal and a drama fest, and quite honestly, I don't need the extra drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When B and I decided to take B2 to get his haircut, this fell under the "don't tell the parents" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, when B picked up B2, MIL said something to B about it. Her exact words were, "ya know, I used to be a licensed beautician." I have no idea where the conversation went from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know I offended her? Because she said something to me on Friday morning when I dropped him off. She said "ya know, I would have cut his hair for you." Then she gave me the "look". I HATE the look.&lt;br /&gt;It's like what do you want me to say? No matter what I say it's going to be wrong and she is still going to be pissed about it. All I said was " I know. But we went there after dinner to get B's hair cut and it just happened to all work out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIE!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel bad for lying. Why don't I feel bad you ask? Because B lied to her as well! And if he doesn't feel bad about lying to his own mother, then I shouldn't feel bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, B2 looks totally handsome with his haircut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5410033149015488621?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5410033149015488621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5410033149015488621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5410033149015488621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5410033149015488621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/03/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar, Liar. Pants on fire.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2008671038763645296</id><published>2011-03-11T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:22:40.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowzers - I sucked it up once again</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw my lost blog was just about a month ago. WTH have I been doing?&lt;br /&gt;Working, sure. Baking, sure. Chasing around my almost 2 year old. Sure. Did I mention working? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been insanely stupidly busy! Don't get me wrong, that is good. I like it. Just not every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B2 is forming sentences. The other night plain as day he said "More milk please" Although when he says please it sounds more like meese...but I couldn't care either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crowns are in and done. DONE, I tell you. I am so glad that the next time I go back to the dentist will be for my regular cleaning. And now B can stop bitching about how much my dental work cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hired me on full time. I am not sure I told you they hired me in as a temp. So that was pretty exciting. I have a title, a nice raise, a 401K (thinks of Phebe from Friends) vision insurance (b/c B's sucks) and life insurance!&amp;nbsp;Yup.&amp;nbsp;Corporate. Working for the man....But I am happy and I love it here. I feel like I work in a library compared to working the CI. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the schedule for this weekend is a OSU signing that B is pretty stoked about. I really hate people and crowds, so we'll see how it goes. And here's a shocker.... I have a cake to do this weekend. My kitchen has been a wreck for at least 2 months straight now. I think I will take the month of April off. The only cake I will do is B2's birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2008671038763645296?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2008671038763645296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2008671038763645296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2008671038763645296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2008671038763645296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/03/wowzers-i-sucked-it-up-once-again.html' title='Wowzers - I sucked it up once again'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3763113780940759082</id><published>2011-02-15T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:46:16.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully tomorrow is the last of it</title><content type='html'>I have yet another dentist appointment tomorrow. This is to replace the first crown that I didn't like. wonder how bad it going to hurt take a cemented crown off. Yea, that sounds like a good time. Where do I sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a follow up to my Stupid Ass Dental Insurance, which I have indeed confirmed they are stupid. I called and asked why they denied my claim. Reason: &lt;em&gt;A crown over a implant is not covered. A normal crown is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really. Really?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference? I mean, I get the what the difference is. But why cover it one way and not another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water under the bridge at this point. B suggested I ask the dentist to change the code...wonder how that will go over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3763113780940759082?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3763113780940759082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3763113780940759082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3763113780940759082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3763113780940759082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/02/hopefully-tomorrow-is-last-of-it.html' title='Hopefully tomorrow is the last of it'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-8978487242258467061</id><published>2011-02-14T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:22:06.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>The hubs and I don't celebrate Valentine's Day. He states that he doesn't need some silly little holiday to tell him to buy me something to show his love for me. If he wants to buy me something, he does. That is what true love is about. Being out somewhere and seeing something that your SO would like and you buy it just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he may not be a romantic. He has a point. He is always buying things and surprising me with little goodies. He is my Valentine 365 days a year. I know I bitch and moan about him, but I do love him and all the little things he does for me. I will stop now before I get all Hallmark on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-8978487242258467061?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/8978487242258467061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=8978487242258467061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/8978487242258467061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/8978487242258467061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-and-happy-valentines-day.html' title='Oh, and Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7573179362046504560</id><published>2011-02-14T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:13:44.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm excited. Manny's excited. And you should be too!</title><content type='html'>What are we excited for? BASEBALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can.not.wait! In a recent article and tweet by Manny Acta, he says "I'm excited. "And I think we should be excited." My main squeeze, Grady Siezemore is already hitting the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope they do better than last year with 69 wins... hell, I'd take 80. But who am I kidding. They are such a young team and 4 of the key players are coming off some type of surgery. Grady, elbow, Carlos, knee, Pronk, shoulder and Cabrera forearm (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They technically don't have to report until tomorrow, but a lot of the players are already there. First Spring Training Game is 2/28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what they have to offer this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7573179362046504560?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7573179362046504560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7573179362046504560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7573179362046504560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7573179362046504560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-excited-mannys-excited-and-you.html' title='I&apos;m excited. Manny&apos;s excited. And you should be too!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7455329584184058001</id><published>2011-02-08T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:37:58.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaking my head</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have moments or days you just sit and shake your head? This seems to be my life for the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a day late and a dollar short and all.over.the.web, but I have to comment on the Superbowl. Fantastic game! Christina A. How in the hell do you fuck up the national anthem? At first I thought, "did I miss something" or perhaps I wasn't really paying attention..so I had to rewind the TV. Sure enough. Wrong words! The half time show. Meh. I hate that&amp;nbsp;I don't like the Black Eye Peas live. I cannot stand to listen to Fergie sing. Play it on the radio and I will butt dance with the best of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to shake my head at my neighbors. Why do they feel the need to shovel the entire street? And why are they so obsessed with parking on the street when they have a driveway to park in? Hello, there is at least 18" of snow out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan has been in his toddler bed for a week now. I don't think he has figured it out that he can get in and out of the bed on his own. And B thought it was too soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B has been sick for a complete entire week now. He has to be the biggest bellyach-er I know. I get that he is sick, and honestly I feel bad for him b/c you can just tell by looking at him he doesn't feel well...but I can do with out the constant reminder of how he doesn't feel good. Or the fact he tells me I am not sympathetic enough. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can I not find the video camera cables? I found the camera cables. I have the cutest video of Brendan playing hockey in the living room. It's a must post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7455329584184058001?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7455329584184058001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7455329584184058001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7455329584184058001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7455329584184058001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/02/shaking-my-head.html' title='Shaking my head'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5661026467228313282</id><published>2011-02-03T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:30:03.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Settle those good intentions</title><content type='html'>I feel like I can never finish things. I'm easily distracted for one thing.&amp;nbsp;I start with good intentions and then lose focus or move onto something else. Or honestly, I've reached a&amp;nbsp;point where I have just had enough and don't feel like dealing with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that &lt;em&gt;NOTHING&lt;/em&gt; can stay organized? I will spend a few hours organizing and then the following week, it's back to a cluttered mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strike&gt;weeks&lt;/strike&gt; months behind on printing pictures. My baby photo album that I carry in my purse is beyond outdated. It is embarrassing. Thank god I always have pictures on my cell phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other week I was doing something in the bedroom and I noticed a white spot on the wall. That's right, I painted over the summer and I never went back and did the touch up. Summer, people! I painted that damn wall over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I went thru all the pictures that were actually printed and moved them into a nice organized box. Where do you think the box is? Sitting on my bedroom floor. At least I moved it from the dining room to upstairs. Now only if I could get it to the dormer. I would be all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will send Brendan and B off somewhere so I can really finish thru and settle those good intentions I started out with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5661026467228313282?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5661026467228313282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5661026467228313282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5661026467228313282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5661026467228313282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/02/settle-those-good-intentions.html' title='Settle those good intentions'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7161308274275878373</id><published>2011-01-30T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:56:27.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey, Go Go, Good shot!</title><content type='html'>I realized I haven't talked much about Brendan lately.&lt;br /&gt;I fall more in love with that little man every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we took him to the bowling alley. Not so much to bowl, but my friend Joyce decided she wanted to celebrate her birthday bowling. And since there were going to be other kids there, I thought why not just take him. So Joyce let him roll of few of her bowls down the lane...her lane had bumpers. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today was the mother f'er of all days. Brendan was invited to celebrate his buddy Logan's birthday at Chuckie Cheese's. Never.Again. Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at CC, B stayed home and converted Brendan's crib into a toddler bed. Nap went well. Hopefully STTN will go just as well. He really seems to like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan is also obsessed with hockey right now. The kid is bound to go pro in some sport. He literally cried the other night when the ECHL hockey game was over. I had to rewind the tv and replay it. And once again when it was over, he cried. He squeals in delight when it is on and I swear to everything holy, he he says "hockey" and he also says "good shot!" This past week he really started emphasized the "t" in shot. I know he is my kid and all, but is TOO much and SO stinking cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so smart and understands so much. He can also point out which color is blue. I can't believe that he is going to be 2 years old soon. I have already started planning his birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to jump, yes, jump, gallop and run around the house like a mad man. I feel like he is obsessed with a lot of things these days. Some of his obsession are:&lt;br /&gt;Hockey&lt;br /&gt;Football&lt;br /&gt;the Camera - thanks Merin&lt;br /&gt;Cars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I took the summer off from working to spend time and watch him grow and learn. He is growing so fast. I also think that me being a working mom, makes me a better mom. I appreciate him more (not that I didn't before), I have more patience with him and I look forward to coming home and getting down on the floor playing cars or horsey with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this evening, that I am not that crazy mom I thought I was going to be. I knew I was going to be a good mom...but there are certain things I am so laid back about and B FREAKS out over. I've learned that everything is washable. If it doesn't come out, ya know what, who cares. Now I have a story about why there is a giant chocolate hand print on the couch. Clothing, I buy them cheap enough to not even care if he only wears it once. If he breaks the lamp. Oh well, I will just buy a new one. I don't freak out when he doesn't eat his dinner and tango gets most of it because he thru it on the floor. I want Brendan to know there are rules and boundaries, but at the same time he needs to be a kid and develop an explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to find a good balance between everything, but in the end, my housework is what suffers most. I wouldn't trade any of it. When Brendan lays down and pats on the floor and says "more" how can I resist that? I mean, what would you rather do? Laundry or play hot wheels? I know it won't last forever and there will come a time when he hates me and wants nothing to do with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/TUYjVuC0YYI/AAAAAAAAASg/5aCswfOh-Co/s1600/682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/TUYjVuC0YYI/AAAAAAAAASg/5aCswfOh-Co/s320/682.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Peanut Butter. He ate it straight from the PB "on the go" cup that he took out of my lunchbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7161308274275878373?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7161308274275878373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7161308274275878373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7161308274275878373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7161308274275878373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/hockey-go-go-good-shot.html' title='Hockey, Go Go, Good shot!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/TUYjVuC0YYI/AAAAAAAAASg/5aCswfOh-Co/s72-c/682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-702082720250108197</id><published>2011-01-26T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:52:59.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Ass Dental Insurance</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to begin. Yes, I do. My Dental insurance sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The denied any coverage of my crowns. Reason being: It's not a necessity. &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt;? Since when did having a healthy mouth not become a necessity? &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt;, having a full set of teeth isn't necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to cool down before I call these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left the dentist this morning and shelled money out of my pocket to cover the &lt;em&gt;luxury item&lt;/em&gt;, they were kind enough to look up our file b/c I told the lady that B had a crown put on a few years back. Yup, sure enough he did. The insurance company adjusted it and paid majority of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you this. WTF is so special about B, that he gets his crown paid for and I don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I have that working against me today, the crown they put on two weeks needs to be redone. There is a nice size gap at the bottom between the two teeth and I have to floss every single time I eat. Don't get me wrong, I floss. But it's not so attractive when you are sitting at your desk and someone walks in to ask you a question and you got the floss going on. At least I have good dental hygiene. And I figure if I am paying this out of my own pocket, I better be pretty damn happy with it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go back in three weeks for round #4. But at this stage in the game, who is keeping track?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-702082720250108197?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/702082720250108197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=702082720250108197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/702082720250108197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/702082720250108197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/stupid-ass-dental-insurance.html' title='Stupid Ass Dental Insurance'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5705688759819940251</id><published>2011-01-24T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:58:49.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunpowder and lead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/TTl2IoJIb4I/AAAAAAAAASc/qaI17PWZRfw/s1600/target.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/TTl2IoJIb4I/AAAAAAAAASc/qaI17PWZRfw/s320/target.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not the best picture. I had to make due with what I had since I am sure B2 hid the camera cables on me. This is my &lt;em&gt;VERY FIRST TARGET I shot at.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say I am not sure how I feel about the whole gun shooting situation. I don't find it to be something that I would suggest doing on a boring Saturday afternoon. Bowling,sure. Shooting my gat, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know how to load the mag, cock, aim and shoot. And of course, empty the mag and reload. So it wasn't a total waste of time. And B feels a lot better about having the gun in the house knowing I know everything about it...not to mention, I have a pretty good shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might feel different about the shooting range if next time we go, we rent both lanes. The place is VERY small. And whenever the people in the next line shot their gun, I lost focus and got a little freaked out. Hell, the first time it happened, B was shooting and I thought the gun double fired. Plus, I don't like people judging me. B says no one was judging me...but how would he know. I also felt like maybe the gun was a bit on the large side for my liking. So I am making B take me to Bass Pro Shop to look at the same gun in a "compact" version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Gun enthusiast, no. Putting lead in&amp;nbsp;your ass if you break in my home, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5705688759819940251?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5705688759819940251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5705688759819940251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5705688759819940251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5705688759819940251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/gunpowder-and-lead.html' title='Gunpowder and lead'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/TTl2IoJIb4I/AAAAAAAAASc/qaI17PWZRfw/s72-c/target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6740282372475065983</id><published>2011-01-20T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:22:44.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Straw</title><content type='html'>Somewhere along the way, I believe I pulled the short straw.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my life. I love B and I love B2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some days, I wish I didn't have to do it all. Maybe it was the full moon, or maybe it's B's cycle. At either rate, I wanted to punch him last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by stating that B2 is a momma boys. That's just how it is. Some nights he wants NOTHING to do with B. Last night was one of those night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got me so irritated was the fact that I bust my hump every day to pick B2 up and get dinner on the table at a reasonable time and not have to listen to B bitch that he is hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure from here on out it's going to sound like I am just man bashing him, but honestly, I just need to vent about it. I'll be fine and over it in a day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day consists of the same thing for me. I get up early to get myself ready before B2 wakes up. I get him up, get him dressed and fed. Fight with him to get his hat and coat on and head out the door to drop him off at my ILs. I work all day. Pick B2 up from the ILs. Race home and try to get there before 530. Depending on what I make for dinner will decide if I think B2 needs something more "kid friendly". If so, that means I have to make him dinner, stick him in&amp;nbsp;the chair and try to half watch him half cook dinner for myself and B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the grand daddy of all nights. I made B2 his own dinner and put him THREE feet away from B, went into the kitchen to make dinner. B2 was not having any of it. He kept screaming for me and throwing his food. Next thing I hear is "Brendan, sit down. Sit Down. Brendan. Brendan. OMG, sit down." So of course, I realize at that point B is not going to put down his laptop to get up and get B2 out of the highchair. So out into the LR I go. Get him out and of course, he now wants to "help" me make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;So of course, after dinner, I have clean up duty. Then I have the whole bedtime routine. And now it is 830 and B is &lt;strike&gt;back on&lt;/strike&gt; STILL ON THE FUCKING computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just one of those nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what pisses me off most is that I get off work at 5. B gets off work at 3.&amp;nbsp;I just think it would be nice for &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; every once in a while B could pick up B2. I mean, seriously, WTF is doing from 330 - 530? Or maybe he could make dinner or at the very least start dinner for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime example. I go to the gym every Tuesday. With that being said, I always put something in the crock pot. It was beef stroganoff this week. I even put a pot with a bag of noodles in it on the stove. Stupid me thought, oh, B will get the hint and start them, he knows about what time I get home from the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Um, BFN! When I get home I am greeted with "How long till dinner, I am starving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really pissed me off last night was the fact that I got no help whatsoever and then at 9pm, B asks me why I am pissy. AYFKM? At this point I don't even want to fight about it and I just tell him I am irritated and leave it at that. There was no need to make a mole hill out of an ant hill. Speaking of ants, I will have to blog about our ant farm soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tonight will be better. I'm guessing no, b/c I am going to have a little talk with him about this. But the good thing is, we have dinner with Joyce and Jeff tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you made it thru all that rambling, great...thanks for staying with me. And now that it's off my chest, I do feel better. Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6740282372475065983?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6740282372475065983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6740282372475065983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6740282372475065983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6740282372475065983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-straw.html' title='Short Straw'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5416517535959880469</id><published>2011-01-17T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:17:17.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was one of the best weekend's I have had in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Friday night home as a family. On Saturday we went out to breakfast and made a quick trip to Kohl's. It makes me sick to think I can't find anything on the clearance racks, but if I wanted to pick up a bathing suit or some flip flops, I was in luck. I get that people go away to somewhere warm in the winter, but I think retail is just WAY ahead of themselves. Hell, I saw Easter candy out. Is Easter isn't till the end of April this year...and hello, there is still the Hallmark Holiday, Valentine's Day. There I go again, getting off track.&lt;br /&gt;We came back home b/c B2 needed to take an early nap b/c we had to drop him off at Papa and Nana's house for his overnight stay. I don't know where the afternoon went, but we ended up running late and had to drop B2 off and then scramble. But get this, when we got there, my mom was napping. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drop him off, hit the highway and head to our massage. My massage was fabulous. B had a different therapist than last time and, well, he's a little sore right now. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we did a little shopping. I wouldn't call it shopping as we didn't buy anything. We we're striking out left and right. I figured enough was enough and I had ahead for a table at Outback Steakhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hour and a half wait, we stuffed ourselves and headed home were B was asleep in the chair by 930 and I found myself on FB. The things you do when you have a kid free day. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since B2 stayed the night at Papa and Nana's house, B and I got to sleep in. Ha, that's a joke. The kid has us conditioned that anything after 7am is sleeping in. So of course, we were up and out the door by 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a few more errands for the things we realized we forgot the day before and then headed to the shooting Range. I was going to post about that here, but honestly, that deserve a post all on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap it up, I had over 24 hours of kid free, good quality husband time. And the best part was, even though we did a lot, it was mostly free b/c we used our GC's from Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5416517535959880469?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5416517535959880469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5416517535959880469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5416517535959880469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5416517535959880469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-review_17.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4939557984733977927</id><published>2011-01-15T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:28:25.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker...or something else?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what my deal is these days. I just can't seem to get with it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is lagging behind. The dishes, the laundry, the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was sick last week, but this has been going on for some time now. I feel like a giant lump of laziness and that is so not like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day and the start of a new week. I WILL go to the gym on Tuesday. I WILL make it to the grocery store tomorrow and I WILL do at least two loads of laundry tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now that the holidays and the hustble, I think I just made up a new word....back on track....maybe I am not a slacker, maybe I have too much going on. Am I spreading myself too thin? Is that why I can't remember anything? Crap, see now I forgot what I was even talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, things will all fall into place. Maybe while Brendan is spending some time with Papa and Nana tomorrow, I can sleep in, get some house work done and make it to the store. And while I am at the store, i will load up on fruits and veggies, b/c I feel like my eating habits need to get back on track as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4939557984733977927?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4939557984733977927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4939557984733977927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4939557984733977927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4939557984733977927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/slackeror-something-else.html' title='Slacker...or something else?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3358117322358749147</id><published>2011-01-13T12:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:31:46.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a child of the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41kZmcQg9TL._AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="80's Decade Box Gift Basket - Classic 80's Candy" border="0" class="prod_image_selector" height="300" onclick="if( 1 ) { async_openImmersiveView(event);} else {openImmersiveView(event);}" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41kZmcQg9TL._AA300_.jpg" title="" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let me start out by saying I LOVE candy. Love.it. Sweet, sour, tart, chewy,&amp;nbsp;you name it. Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My fabulous co-worker received this box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41kZmcQg9TL._AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well guess what? She was NOT a child of the 80s. We had talked about it one day, and of course, I forgot about it. Then one morning I find it sitting on my desk.&amp;nbsp;She and her hubby picked thru the candy and she brought the rest for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Check out what was inside waiting for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.0&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12d8054cc211d4b5" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.0&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12d8054cc211d4b5" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of my favorites, Laffy Taffy. I love those stupid little jokes. And this one took me back, candy cigarettes. What the hell were they trying to teach us, that smoking WAS cool? I don't think so! I mean, don't get me wrong, I had my fair share of candy cigarettes, but I preferred the gum cigarette, where they were rolled in white paper and when you gave them a puff, powered sugar came out. Man, I thought I was so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Any who.... I am going to leave you with two jokes today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Q: How does a Mule open a locked barn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A: With Don-keys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Q: Why did one skeleton chase after the other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A: Because he had a bone to pick with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3358117322358749147?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3358117322358749147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3358117322358749147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3358117322358749147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3358117322358749147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-child-of-80s.html' title='I&apos;m a child of the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2471272348004932434</id><published>2011-01-12T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:27:22.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My light just went dim.</title><content type='html'>Just when you thought there was a light at the end of the tunnel and you could actually see the light ...45 minutes into what is supposed to be your LAST dental appointment, your dentist discovers the crown doesn't fit. And guess what, that light that was once SO bright, just got a little dimmer.&amp;nbsp;So, the crown&amp;nbsp;has to be sent back. And you get sent home with an incomplete set of teeth.....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***sigh***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years later and what seems to be adding up to a hell of lot of money, and I have to go back. In two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets look at the positives here. At least the other crown fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 3 years, I have had a crap ton of work done. Here is the break down:&lt;br /&gt;* Compacted Wisdom teeth removed&lt;br /&gt;* 18 months of Invisalign&lt;br /&gt;* Bone graft/Sinus Lift&lt;br /&gt;* Schedule Implants&lt;br /&gt;* Get KTFU with B2 - put next surgery on hold&lt;br /&gt;* Implants are now scheduled&lt;br /&gt;* Implants have to heal&lt;br /&gt;* and heal some more - at least the oral surgeon is easy on the eyes&lt;br /&gt;* Get molds made for crowns&lt;br /&gt;* Wait for crowns&lt;br /&gt;* Crowns finally comes in, only one fits&lt;br /&gt;* Reschedule for 2 weeks out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I suppose you are wondering WHY I have implants and crowns to begin with, ahe? Because the nut job of a dentist I went to years ago jacked these two teeth up and they had to be pulled. And they are my meat eater teeth and I just wasn't happy without them. So I figured, WTH else am I going to do with my insurance money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush and floss daily kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesof.net/pages/100128-214348-849042.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tooth Character Holding a Toothbrush - Royalty Free Clipart Picture" border="0" height="100" src="http://www.picturesof.net/_images/Tooth_Character_Holding_a_Toothbrush_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100128-214348-849042.jpg" title="Tooth Character Holding a Toothbrush - Royalty Free Clipart Picture" width="65" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2471272348004932434?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2471272348004932434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2471272348004932434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2471272348004932434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2471272348004932434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-light-just-went-dim.html' title='My light just went dim.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-429773484255903032</id><published>2011-01-10T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:14:15.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>I am shocked that&amp;nbsp;I only posted twice last week. What's up with that? Most have been a slow week.&lt;br /&gt;My weekend over all was BoRiNg! I was hit by the nasty cootie bug going around work. I would love to be able to breath out my nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad that I don't even remember Friday night? And it's not because I partied like a rock star. I think it has something to do with the amount of cold medicine I was taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and I did get some QT, as Brendan went and spent the night with Nana and Papa. We attempted to go to dinner and movie. We had planned on grabbing a quick slice of pizza at Sbarro, but guess what? The damn place is closed. So we did a little window shopping in the freezing ass cold. I think it was 11 degrees. Can anyone tell me why Uggs are so damn expensive? Even on clearance they are $105! For real people, come on now. Back to the story.... As you all know, I LOVE Marky Mark. He is beyond hotness. With that being said, we saw his latest movie, "The Fighter".&amp;nbsp; Not your normal&amp;nbsp;rags to riches, boxer gone millionare type movie. It's based on a true story. &amp;nbsp;B wold recommend that you go see it, I recommend that&amp;nbsp; you wait for it to hit VOD. It was good, not worth my movie pass or spending my own actual money on....but then again, it was Marky Mark....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a USMC cake to make this weekend. I'll post pics of that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned out the junk drawer. You have no idea how long that has been driving me nuts. I hate clutter. I hate junk. I hate not being able to find anything. B kept putting so much crap in that drawer, it was falling out the backside. I think he is sad the drawer is no more. It's not the drawer isn't there, it's just organized. And I promised him that if I find anything that doesn't belong there, I am throwing it away no questions asked. Then I proceeded to tell him he was like his father in the respect that he won't throw anything away and sooner or later one of them is going to end up on hoarders. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="387" id="il_fi" src="http://www.hollywoodgo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/mark-wahlberg.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="326" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-429773484255903032?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/429773484255903032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=429773484255903032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/429773484255903032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/429773484255903032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-review_10.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5168223751395651095</id><published>2011-01-04T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:57:08.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Kroger Shoppers</title><content type='html'>I can not make this stuff up. This is the kind of stuff that just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while I was at Kroger doing my weekly grocery shopping, I hear this over the loud speaker.&lt;br /&gt;"Attention Kroger shoppers, if you drive a gold Grand Am, license plate # ------, would you please move your car. You are parked in the cart corral and we cannot retrieve carts for our other Kroger shoppers. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in the isle and said out loud "stupid asses". Seriously, WTF does that? Was the parking lot crowded? Sure. But does that give any one good reason to park where they did? How does one even fit their car there? Suck it up and park out in the boonies like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and told B about it. We laughed for a few minutes and he says I can never go to Kroger without coming home with some sort of story. It's true. Something interesting always happens when I am out shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5168223751395651095?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5168223751395651095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5168223751395651095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5168223751395651095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5168223751395651095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/attention-kroger-shoppers.html' title='Attention Kroger Shoppers'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1387065933749738849</id><published>2011-01-03T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:52:06.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>I have SO much to talk about today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Browns: After yesterday EMBARRASSING loss to the &lt;strike&gt;Shitsburgh&lt;/strike&gt; Pittsburgh Steelers, head coach, Eric Mangini has been fired at this mornings team&amp;nbsp;meeting. You have no idea how happy this makes me. I am hoping and prayer that they hire John Gruden. If this happens, you bet I will be looking into season tickets. Gruden and Peyton Hillis... HOT STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BFF ( I know, I am not supposed to use that word anymore)&amp;nbsp;Joyce got engaged over the weekend. I am over the moon happy for her! It's been a long time coming. But now when she asks me when I am going to have another baby, I don't have my "when are you going to get married" question to throw back at her. She tells me I have a year to save up for a ugly bridesmaid dress. I say screw the dress, when is the bachlorette party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the holiday festivities are over and I am glad to be back to a full working week, with a full paycheck on the way. This 24 hours and 32 hours crap is for the birds. I have bills to pay people.&amp;nbsp;My least favorite this time of year is getting the dog&amp;nbsp;licenses renewed.&amp;nbsp;Seriously, $25 per dog. I will be glad when I can get back to my normal workout schedule. Being as I will be wearing a BM dress with in the next year. I refuse to look as horrible and fat as I did in Nicole's wedding. But if anything, those pictures are what keep me motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally off topic, but listening to people &lt;strike&gt;scarf&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;down&lt;/strike&gt; eat their lunch drives me batty. I can't stand to hear people chew their food to begin with. But when I can hear the person in the cube next to me eat as thou they haven't ate in 2 drives, make me want to stab myself in the ear. And the constant scrapping of the yogurt container, give it up....it's gone! That's almost as bad as the people who insist they can get more out of the straw when the beverage they were drinking is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BTW, Happy 2011! Hope you all had a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1387065933749738849?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1387065933749738849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1387065933749738849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1387065933749738849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1387065933749738849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-221939422501924863</id><published>2011-01-01T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:56:06.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk common sense</title><content type='html'>I swear some people did not come equipped with common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people NOT pay attention to what is going on around them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citation #1: People down the street put their trash AND recycling out. Problem with that is, it was not our week to recycle. Did they not realize they were the only people on the entire block with a BLUE bin out? Common sense would you tell since no one else has a blue bin out, its not recycle week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citation #2: People down the other direction of the block have their Christmas tree at the curb. Do you see anyone else on the block with a tree at the curb. I am sure they saw the news or even listed to the radio that specifically said the City of Toledo Refuse Service was NOT picking up trees curb side, but there were however, several locations were you could drop you tree off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citation #3: Girls at the gym who talk on their cell phones while "working out". Seriously? Seriously. I know when&amp;nbsp;I am working out I can talk, but I can not carry on a conversation. If you can carry one a conversation without having a hard time breathing, you are not working out to your full potential. Hang up the phone and kick it up a notch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-221939422501924863?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/221939422501924863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=221939422501924863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/221939422501924863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/221939422501924863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-talk-common-sense.html' title='Let&apos;s talk common sense'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2826354977087708460</id><published>2011-01-01T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:35:21.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting off the blog!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to get back into blogging! YEA! I know you are all so excited....I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about changing the name, but I decided to keep Baby Cakes. Instead of just writing about Brendan, I decided to write about all things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned. As always, I have lots to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2826354977087708460?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2826354977087708460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2826354977087708460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2826354977087708460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2826354977087708460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2011/01/dusting-off-blog.html' title='Dusting off the blog!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4682989535814667980</id><published>2009-11-04T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:27:26.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I took Brendan to Toledo Botanical Garden on Sunday to get some fall pictures done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! I can not wait to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a sneak peek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SvHHgNwoZEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/i5sWMgfsFTI/s1600-h/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400316784457311298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SvHHgNwoZEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/i5sWMgfsFTI/s200/b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4682989535814667980?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4682989535814667980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4682989535814667980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4682989535814667980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4682989535814667980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-pictures.html' title='Fall pictures'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SvHHgNwoZEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/i5sWMgfsFTI/s72-c/b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2065091468347465416</id><published>2009-11-04T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:26:01.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The pediatrician</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that my pediatrician is EXTREMELY overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we took Brendan to his 6 month check up a few weeks ago, we received an EOB in the mail that the visit was not covered.  Total office visit, $479.00. That was for 3 vaccines and a wellness checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Brendan is my first child and I have never discussed how much office visit cost with my other mom friends, so I had no idea it was overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B called the insurance company, come to find out that the prices the pediatrician charges are way out of the norm. So out of the norm, the insurance lady asked what exactly Brendan was having done. To date the pediatrician has billed us $1800 for 4 office visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am on the hunt for a new pediatrician. I think I am going to call South Toledo Pediatrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks, because I really liked all the doctors there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2065091468347465416?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2065091468347465416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2065091468347465416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2065091468347465416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2065091468347465416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/11/pediatrician.html' title='The pediatrician'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5326225995304686757</id><published>2009-11-04T13:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:15:38.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 month check up</title><content type='html'>Ya know.... only a few weeks late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Brendan's stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 pounds - 50%tile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 inches long - 50%tile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said he looks perfect and says he is advanced for his age and is comparable to that of an 8 month old. Who know, my son the over-achiever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5326225995304686757?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5326225995304686757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5326225995304686757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5326225995304686757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5326225995304686757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-month-check-up.html' title='6 month check up'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4802592173014554632</id><published>2009-11-04T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:12:27.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendan's First Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SvHD_eqmSfI/AAAAAAAAARw/I1I7zON2-9E/s1600-h/b2h.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400312923524844018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SvHD_eqmSfI/AAAAAAAAARw/I1I7zON2-9E/s200/b2h.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B could not resist this little chicken costume. I was torn between the chicken and the penguin. The chicken won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4802592173014554632?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4802592173014554632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4802592173014554632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4802592173014554632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4802592173014554632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/11/brendans-first-halloween.html' title='Brendan&apos;s First Halloween'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SvHD_eqmSfI/AAAAAAAAARw/I1I7zON2-9E/s72-c/b2h.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4953057455251035118</id><published>2009-11-04T13:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:09:51.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging = Fail</title><content type='html'>I apogolize for my absence and PROMISE to return to blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4953057455251035118?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4953057455251035118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4953057455251035118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4953057455251035118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4953057455251035118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-fail.html' title='Blogging = Fail'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5854644087791210668</id><published>2009-08-28T09:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:22:48.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit up, Stand up</title><content type='html'>It seems that all Brendan wants to do these days is stand up. Well yesterday he added a new trick, he can go from leaning back in his boppy to sitting up. This child is ridiculously strong. I fear that he will be crawling VERY soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5854644087791210668?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5854644087791210668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5854644087791210668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5854644087791210668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5854644087791210668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/08/sit-up-stand-up.html' title='Sit up, Stand up'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1588659706602566920</id><published>2009-08-28T09:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:20:24.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendan Meets Charlie</title><content type='html'>Brendan took his first mini road trip down to Cincinatti the beginning of August to celebrate Charlie's FIRST birthday. He was SO good and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad I forgot to take my beny with me, as I am allergic to cats and we had to cut our visit short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfZeRzZpHI/AAAAAAAAARk/3CHO-r5a09k/s1600-h/th_007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375003794488271986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfZeRzZpHI/AAAAAAAAARk/3CHO-r5a09k/s200/th_007-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1588659706602566920?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1588659706602566920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1588659706602566920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1588659706602566920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1588659706602566920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/08/brendan-meets-charlie.html' title='Brendan Meets Charlie'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfZeRzZpHI/AAAAAAAAARk/3CHO-r5a09k/s72-c/th_007-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5332745990826307119</id><published>2009-08-28T09:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:15:04.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool time</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, when it was so god awful hot out, the three of us headed over to grandma and grandpa's house to enjoy the pool. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brendan's first time in the pool was a huge hit. He loved it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfYDz6AnHI/AAAAAAAAARU/g_GrkWt2CI8/s1600-h/th_012-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375002240274701426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfYDz6AnHI/AAAAAAAAARU/g_GrkWt2CI8/s200/th_012-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfYI8V4W4I/AAAAAAAAARc/-rWml7PJaJA/s1600-h/th_017-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375002328438430594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfYI8V4W4I/AAAAAAAAARc/-rWml7PJaJA/s200/th_017-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfYI8V4W4I/AAAAAAAAARc/-rWml7PJaJA/s1600-h/th_017-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5332745990826307119?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5332745990826307119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5332745990826307119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5332745990826307119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5332745990826307119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/08/pool-time.html' title='Pool time'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfYDz6AnHI/AAAAAAAAARU/g_GrkWt2CI8/s72-c/th_012-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1664344062861851278</id><published>2009-08-27T20:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:11:22.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip around the sun</title><content type='html'>It's truly amazing how much my life has changed in the past year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little over a year ago I was peeing on a stick discovering that my life would change forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was raining and we had chinese for dinner. Sometimes I wish I didnt have a photographic memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can honestly say that I enjoyed every minute of being pregnant. Would I do it again? Absolutely. Do I want more than one child? I am not so sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of our trip around the sun, here are some pictures from the beginning to where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpcpAke_RwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/n3SHP-1JKhI/s1600-h/th_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374809770060367618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpcpAke_RwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/n3SHP-1JKhI/s200/th_baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfWpWaD09I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EN4M3MRs00w/s1600-h/th_pictures330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375000686167839698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfWpWaD09I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EN4M3MRs00w/s200/th_pictures330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfWuBFzNxI/AAAAAAAAARE/5JEfcOykxgs/s1600-h/th_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375000766345066258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfWuBFzNxI/AAAAAAAAARE/5JEfcOykxgs/s200/th_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfWx7lo2fI/AAAAAAAAARM/P0FR7iKykOQ/s1600-h/009-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375000833587468786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpfWx7lo2fI/AAAAAAAAARM/P0FR7iKykOQ/s200/009-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this next year will fly by and be fullied with wonderful memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1664344062861851278?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1664344062861851278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1664344062861851278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1664344062861851278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1664344062861851278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip-around-sun.html' title='Trip around the sun'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpcpAke_RwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/n3SHP-1JKhI/s72-c/th_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6112749703422064346</id><published>2009-08-23T21:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:53:41.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To celebrate B2'a 4 month birthday I, yes I, put together his jumper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves it, especially the frog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHxn4VQykI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Z1WnQ4GyyaI/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373341497868470850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHxn4VQykI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Z1WnQ4GyyaI/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHyWQM-UII/AAAAAAAAAQs/_LyBzsOw4rI/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373342294550139010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHyWQM-UII/AAAAAAAAAQs/_LyBzsOw4rI/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6112749703422064346?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6112749703422064346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6112749703422064346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6112749703422064346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6112749703422064346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/08/jumper.html' title='Jumper'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHxn4VQykI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Z1WnQ4GyyaI/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-909386068949295713</id><published>2009-08-23T21:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:24:43.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Month 4</title><content type='html'>This past week has been very busy and tiresome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B1 was in the hospital with kidney stones and B2 turned 4 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B2 took very well too his shots. He only cried for a little bit and slept the 15 minutes home. When we got home I gave him some Tylenol and within 20 minutes he was his usual smiling. laughing, babbling self. He even slept thru the night. Yea for me = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a slight fever on Wednesday, but a little Tylenol did the trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is weighing in at 14 pounds 3 oz and is 24" long. He is in the 50th percentile in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we tried cereal. I'm not sure what his thoughts were. But we will give it a try tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our first diaper leak last night. B2 was crying at 1am when I got home from the Kenny concert so I fed him and it took an hour to get him back to bed. B1 said he was up at 3 and 6am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say I strip down and wash everything and it is a complete PITA to do. Hopefully this doesn't happen anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of B2 trying out cereal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHrHSzzDGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/39gaobzzbQo/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373334340970417250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHrHSzzDGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/39gaobzzbQo/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHrXueAvLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4UCaIAwsSEo/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373334623273139378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHrXueAvLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4UCaIAwsSEo/s200/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHrXueAvLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4UCaIAwsSEo/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-909386068949295713?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/909386068949295713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=909386068949295713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/909386068949295713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/909386068949295713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/08/month-4.html' title='Month 4'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SpHrHSzzDGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/39gaobzzbQo/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7224554521947456552</id><published>2009-08-06T07:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:30:02.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles</title><content type='html'>Who knew that the first time Brendan laughed would bring tears to my eyes.  As much as I said I wouldn't be one of "those" moms...I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night Brendan full on laughed. It was the most hysterical thing. I squealed in such delight that I scared him and he cried.  Thankfully I was able to calm him and then he carried on for 2 full minutes laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when you get the camera out he wont do it. And of course he only does it for B and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter has been a nightly occurrence in our house and I LOVE it I could listen to him laugh all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7224554521947456552?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7224554521947456552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7224554521947456552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7224554521947456552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7224554521947456552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/08/giggles.html' title='Giggles'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1253488659868586219</id><published>2009-08-03T14:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:34:30.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly things in life</title><content type='html'>Brendan is now grabbing a hold of his little piggies and blowing bubbles and raspberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can also roll from tummy to back, but cant quite figure out how to get back onto his tummy without help from mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves anything that spins. He will spend hours staring at ceiling fans and the animals on his mobile. He even "talks" to them. I just love it and laugh everytime he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, he is STILL STTN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sleeping. How is it that the kid will be completely upside down and in the opposite side of the crib vs where I put him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1253488659868586219?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1253488659868586219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1253488659868586219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1253488659868586219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1253488659868586219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-things-in-life.html' title='Silly things in life'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6515689811537017751</id><published>2009-07-30T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:08:25.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I cant believe how fast life seems to be travelling for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SnGM9efSY1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mVbi8GfSgvU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364223618959172434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SnGM9efSY1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mVbi8GfSgvU/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I know it, my little man will be refusing my cuddles and kisses and going off to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6515689811537017751?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6515689811537017751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6515689811537017751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6515689811537017751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6515689811537017751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SnGM9efSY1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mVbi8GfSgvU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4407379198962399139</id><published>2009-07-30T08:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:06:40.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STTN</title><content type='html'>Sleeping Thru the Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought this was just a bunch of made up bull shit other mom told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I have found out otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B2 has now STTN 4 night in a row. And when I say slept thru the night, I am talking from 10pm - 7am. It only took 14 weeks to get there, but I am so glad we are finally there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4407379198962399139?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4407379198962399139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4407379198962399139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4407379198962399139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4407379198962399139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/07/sttn.html' title='STTN'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1702442600871195950</id><published>2009-07-15T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:25:56.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was nice while it lasted</title><content type='html'>Sleep that is. For 7 straight nights Brendan slept from 10pm-3am. That is a whole nights sleep for me. We would get up at 3, he would eat and then go back to sleep till about 6am. During that time, I would go workout and start my day. It was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the weekend, the wheels fell off and he is back to his normal up every 2-2.5 hours. WHAT GIVES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if my ILs bring up cereal one more time, I am revoking their babysitting privileges. They had their opportunity to raise their children the way they wanted, please let me do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1702442600871195950?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1702442600871195950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1702442600871195950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1702442600871195950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1702442600871195950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-nice-while-it-lasted.html' title='It was nice while it lasted'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7568304877414374088</id><published>2009-07-15T08:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:22:22.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have hands?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3JxYRfmpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_lXA14ZR3_g/s1600-h/038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358660981807356562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3JxYRfmpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_lXA14ZR3_g/s200/038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Brendan does is eat his hands. The other day he had his fingers so far in his mouth I think he gaged himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7568304877414374088?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7568304877414374088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7568304877414374088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7568304877414374088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7568304877414374088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-hands.html' title='I have hands?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3JxYRfmpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_lXA14ZR3_g/s72-c/038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6415816170058751077</id><published>2009-07-15T08:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:19:59.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH. No time to blog</title><content type='html'>FOR REALS! Between the little man, work and every thing else I have myself wrapped up in, I have no time to blog. I apologize for this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I work for a crazy Irishman who does nothing but run around and yell all.day.long. I can barely get my work done let alone find time to troll the inter webs or blog. Then I pick up Brendan, play with him, cook dinner, clean up dinner, do some house work, play with Brendan again, get stuff ready for the next day. Sit down to relax. Think about blogging, but B has the laptop and I am too lazy to get up and go to the computer. Ah, such is life. But I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe that my little man will be 3 months old next week. How the time sure does fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with a few pictures from over the past few weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3JPOaBePI/AAAAAAAAAPs/36ZBOLrzIOY/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358660395043223794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3JPOaBePI/AAAAAAAAAPs/36ZBOLrzIOY/s200/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3JCZ8K3JI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PhtNwcr2D4Q/s1600-h/0627091840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358660174800936082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3JCZ8K3JI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PhtNwcr2D4Q/s200/0627091840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3I5nPo6_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/RMDZP0supsM/s1600-h/030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358660023753436146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3I5nPo6_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/RMDZP0supsM/s200/030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3I5nPo6_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/RMDZP0supsM/s1600-h/030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6415816170058751077?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6415816170058751077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6415816170058751077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6415816170058751077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6415816170058751077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/07/gah-no-time-to-blog.html' title='GAH. No time to blog'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sl3JPOaBePI/AAAAAAAAAPs/36ZBOLrzIOY/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1108820250518114986</id><published>2009-07-06T07:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:39:55.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep hell</title><content type='html'>I am convinced that Brendan just doesn't like to sleep. Once in a great while he will sleep form 10pm -3am but that is far and few between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is up every 2.5 hours. I don't get it. And I don't know what to do to keep him sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;He takes 2-3 naps a day I make sure he doesn't nap any later than 7pm. He has bath time at 8:45, jammies, bottle and rocking. Off to the crib at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it went down last night.&lt;br /&gt;10-12:30 - slept&lt;br /&gt;up from 12:30-12:50 - ate 3 oz of formula&lt;br /&gt;slept from 12:50 - 2am&lt;br /&gt;up from 2am-2:45 ate 3oz&lt;br /&gt;slept from 2:45-4:40&lt;br /&gt;Up from 4:40-5:20 nursed&lt;br /&gt;5:20-6:00 slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has now been up since 6 am.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing I can enven function. I wish he could/would sleep from 10pm - 3am every night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1108820250518114986?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1108820250518114986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1108820250518114986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1108820250518114986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1108820250518114986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleep-hell.html' title='Sleep hell'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5419837411784460523</id><published>2009-06-17T09:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:10:56.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MONSTER</title><content type='html'>No, not the kind that hide under your bed or in your closet. Not even the dreaded MIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the beverage. The one loaded with sugar, carbs and calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan decided it would be a wise idea to wake up at 3am and not fall back asleep till 4. He was just a fuss bucket. He didn't want to eat, he didn't want his NUK, he just wanted to be held. So I caved and we went downstairs to finish sleeping. 5:30 came REAL quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If B didn't have to drive to the whore of a city, Ann Arbor, he would have been woken to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that come 2pm I am going to crash so the Monster will come in handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5419837411784460523?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5419837411784460523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5419837411784460523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5419837411784460523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5419837411784460523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/06/monster.html' title='MONSTER'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4136777854333488378</id><published>2009-06-17T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:05:58.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first day back to work. All in all, it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B2 only woke once in the middle of the night to eat, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; wake again till 5am. After that he fell back asleep and I was able to get ready for work and load the car all while he slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped him off at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ILs&lt;/span&gt; and made it to work 15 minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I felt so out of place and clueless. So much has changed. New computer system, new office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt;...whatever. I am over it. I even came back for day 2. Here is to hoping the rest of the week goes as fast and smoothly as Tuesday did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4136777854333488378?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4136777854333488378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4136777854333488378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4136777854333488378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4136777854333488378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2535451204277429501</id><published>2009-05-20T09:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:32:23.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ShQFsptIPAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YY0C7wdKwb8/s1600-h/0428091306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337897723008400386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ShQFsptIPAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YY0C7wdKwb8/s200/0428091306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ShQF-0pOr9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/n0fMCiXoo6k/s1600-h/pictures+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898035182481362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ShQF-0pOr9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/n0fMCiXoo6k/s200/pictures+413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ShQGRnitCYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/j4eBV2vW6C0/s1600-h/pictures+399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898358082963842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ShQGRnitCYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/j4eBV2vW6C0/s200/pictures+399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ShQGRnitCYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/j4eBV2vW6C0/s1600-h/pictures+399.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ShQGRnitCYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/j4eBV2vW6C0/s1600-h/pictures+399.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2535451204277429501?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2535451204277429501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2535451204277429501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2535451204277429501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2535451204277429501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-pictures.html' title='Some Pictures'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ShQFsptIPAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YY0C7wdKwb8/s72-c/0428091306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7789325617259827134</id><published>2009-05-20T09:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:28:26.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach sleeper</title><content type='html'>No. Not Brendan, me. OMG, it is the best feeling ever. I was a stomach sleeper before becoming pg and after I had Brendan I still couldn't sleep on my stomach due to the incision. Even thou I am only getting about 3 hours of sleep at a time, it is the best sleep ever. I am so glad to be back to my normal sleeping ways. No only if they could be say, 4 or 5 hours long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7789325617259827134?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7789325617259827134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7789325617259827134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7789325617259827134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7789325617259827134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/05/stomach-sleeper.html' title='Stomach sleeper'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7943290683954808507</id><published>2009-05-19T11:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:46:18.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Lukes Family Birthing Center</title><content type='html'>I wanted to take a minute and tell how awesome St. Luke's Hospital is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses at the Birthing Center will forever be in my hearts. They all went above and beyond to take care of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are expecting and you have a choice of where you can deliver, I hands down 100000% recommend you deliver here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorites nurses were Stephanie (night shift) and Pam (day shift) I will NEVER forget these girls. They BOTH made sure all three of us were happy and well taken care of. I cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beging&lt;/span&gt; to thank them enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the extra bonuses that come along with delivering here include the following:&lt;br /&gt;For Brendan, the lady's auxiliary gave him and afghan with his name and birth date embroidered on it. They also make little hats. Unfortunately they didn't have any little blue ones, so he has a yellow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mom and dad on our last night there they served us with a very nice dinner. I had surf and turf and B had chicken cordon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bleu&lt;/span&gt;. Lets not forget the Oreo pie for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every night you were there, they had a little midnight snack in the fridge for you. And if you were ever still hungry or didn't like what you were served, all you had to do was asked for something else and it was brought to your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, I could go on and on about this place the the nurses, but I wont. I will say it  again, if you have the choice, have your baby there! You will be SO happy you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7943290683954808507?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7943290683954808507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7943290683954808507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7943290683954808507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7943290683954808507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/05/st-lukes-family-birthing-center.html' title='St. Lukes Family Birthing Center'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2518258654544072515</id><published>2009-05-19T11:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:34:06.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I know it seems like forever since I last posted, but I feel as thou Brendan is ALWAYS attached to the boob. The boy eats non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all doing well. I cant believe my little boy is a month old. Time sure is flying and before I know it, I will have to return to the j-o-b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and I had our first date night on Saturday. We then vowed to have a date night once a month. It was SO nice to enjoy a hot meal. I seriously have the best husband ever. He was the one who suggested I get some time away from Brendan since I have been with him 24/7 since he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently started pumping. This way B can feed Brendan when he gets home from work and B can help feed Brendan in the middle of the night on the weekends. It also ensures father son bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan and I took our first trip to the Toledo Zoo on Monday. He slept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the entire trip. Maybe next time when B can join us, he will be awake for at least a little of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all I have for now. I'll be back to post pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2518258654544072515?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2518258654544072515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2518258654544072515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2518258654544072515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2518258654544072515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4522739156144934042</id><published>2009-04-30T11:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:24:25.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Family Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SfnKh3oZcKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8ngo3TDkSls/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330514317187575970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SfnKh3oZcKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8ngo3TDkSls/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4522739156144934042?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4522739156144934042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4522739156144934042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4522739156144934042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4522739156144934042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-family-photo.html' title='First Family Photo'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SfnKh3oZcKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8ngo3TDkSls/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2973682524227753342</id><published>2009-04-30T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:54:15.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birth Story</title><content type='html'>It was scheduled that I would go in Sunday night, April 19, 2009 to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cervidil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and I got to the hospital at 7:30, checked in and got settled into my what would turn out to be home for the next 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Internal showed I was about 2cm and 50%. Nurse administered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cervidil&lt;/span&gt;. She said that they would leave it in for 12 hours. And in the morning, I could shower and grab a light breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30pm&lt;br /&gt;I started having a bad case of the shakes. I called my nurse in and told her that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop shaking. She asked if I was cold and I said I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think so. She said it was most likely the hormones making me shakes b/c you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; shake like that until you are in labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Internal showed I was 4cm and 70%. I told my nurse I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel well. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; up. Then I felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;She said she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; getting good reading on the external belly bands and she wanted to do an internal to get a good heart rate on Baby Cakes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Whatevs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30pm&lt;br /&gt;After that was all said and done she came back in and asked if my back hurt. I said well yea, but I just thought it was the bed. She asked how I was feeling and I said fine, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;crampy&lt;/span&gt;, which I thought was normal from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cervidil&lt;/span&gt;. NOPE. She said I was contracting every minute. So I got a shot to slow things down.&lt;br /&gt;12:00am&lt;br /&gt;The OB came in to do an internal and said I was 5cm and about 70%. She asked if I wanted the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Epi&lt;/span&gt; and I said hell yes. So I got the epi and I barely felt anything. She said that at this point I should contract about 1cm every hour, so around 5am I would be 100 percent and ready to push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B called the parents and told them what was going on and that he would keep them all updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3am, my mom showed up. She was so excited she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; sleep. So she came in and talked to me for about a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30am&lt;br /&gt;Nurse came in and I, well Baby Cakes was ready to go. At 3:45 she asked me to give a few good pushes. OB was watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;monitors&lt;/span&gt; and every time I tried to push &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Baby's&lt;/span&gt; heart ones dropped to 90. The OB came in and did another internal and said that my pelvic is tilted and it was straining the baby while he was trying to get out. She said the best option for baby was a c/s. Which I was fine with. I wanted to do what ever was best for baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I lose track of time. All I remember is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; wheeled down to the OR and getting the spinal. I remember B coming in and holding my hand and I remember looking up at the light b/c I could kinda see what was going on. It seemed like it took FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:12am&lt;br /&gt;Doctors held up the baby and said "well dad, what is it?" B said "It's a boy and we both just starting crying. It was the most wonderful and overwhelming feeling ever! I will NEVER forget it.&lt;br /&gt;B went with the nurses and Brendan to do all the clean up and what not while I was stitched back up.&lt;br /&gt;5:45am&lt;br /&gt;I was wheeled back to the room and waited for B and B2 to come in. We shared about a hour together and then B went out to the waiting room to get the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the bed holding Brendan and B walked over to me and said "everyone, I would like you to meet Brendan Emerson" Everyone started crying and saying its a boy, its a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how Brendan made his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; into the wold on April 20, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2973682524227753342?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2973682524227753342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2973682524227753342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2973682524227753342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2973682524227753342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-birth-story.html' title='My Birth Story'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6237871590640271456</id><published>2009-04-29T18:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:58:02.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy oh Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SfjbQJA5-8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/8-05MPV9FyA/s1600-h/Brendan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330251229337091010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SfjbQJA5-8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/8-05MPV9FyA/s200/Brendan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I proudly Introduce Baby Cakes to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brendan Emerson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born on April 20, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:12am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 pounds 10 ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 1/2"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6237871590640271456?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6237871590640271456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6237871590640271456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6237871590640271456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6237871590640271456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/04/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy oh Boy'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SfjbQJA5-8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/8-05MPV9FyA/s72-c/Brendan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6828960489116359197</id><published>2009-04-18T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:55:16.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Textbook perfect</title><content type='html'>I know this post is a few days behind schedule, but I have been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 38 week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; on Wednesday which included a U/S, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt; and a exam.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said everything was text book perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U/S was great, Baby Cakes looks to be measuring about 8 pounds 5ounces. But she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;measured&lt;/span&gt; high b/c Baby Cakes was in a ball and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get a good read on the waistline. HR was 120.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt; was perfect. Lots of activity and the HR was 132.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pelvic exam was good. She could tell there were some changes, but nothing major. We made a decision to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;strip&lt;/span&gt; my membrane. Holy fucking shit. That hurt! I about came up off the table,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that and 2 hours later we decided to scheduled the induction. Which will be tomorrow!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ACK&lt;/span&gt;! I go in at 7:30pm and then Monday morning they will start the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pictocin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many feelings running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried everything to get Baby Cakes out on my own and have had NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;. I even ate an entire bag of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;habanero&lt;/span&gt; potato chips. This kid does not want to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll blog some more Sunday night as I will be bored out of my skull in the hospital. So&lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned. Baby Cakes to arrive no later than MONDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6828960489116359197?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6828960489116359197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6828960489116359197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6828960489116359197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6828960489116359197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/04/textbook-perfect.html' title='Textbook perfect'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-9001071646563225216</id><published>2009-04-09T12:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:56:23.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F/U to 37 week appt.</title><content type='html'>I know you are anxiously awaiting the news from my OB appointment, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fabulous. I had a GREAT Non Stress Test and a great U/S. Poor little Baby Cakes is SO squished in there. He did manage to move "his" head and give me a sweet little smile and put "his" hand into "his" mouth. "He" appears to be measuring at 7 pounds, give or take a few ounces. HR was 131.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The internal went OK. Didn't feel great, but wasn't horrible either. The OB said I am 1cm, soft and she could feel "his" head. ACK!!! At that moment I felt so overwhelmed. I guess I have just felt like I was going to be pregnant forever with no light at the end of the tunnel in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about being induced and she said to let her know by my next appointment, which is Wednesday and then she says, if you make it that far. OMG, another overwhelmed feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So of course I have to ask what are the odds of that happening. She says 50%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;50%! I can not work with a number like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B and I had a discussion about it and he thinks it would be best if my last day of work were to be Wednesday, I said Friday. I just want to finish out the week. And as we all know, I always get the last word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that settled it. If I don't have Baby Cakes on my own, I have decided to be induced. I think I am kinda pissed with myself, b/c all along I have been telling myself what ever happens, happens. Just roll with it. And now here I sit planning on scheduling an induction. Oh well. I'm sure Baby Cakes is just as uncomfortable as I am these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sd4oe2i0C6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0gdsM_5PLD8/s1600-h/pictures330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322736320101223330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sd4oe2i0C6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0gdsM_5PLD8/s200/pictures330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-9001071646563225216?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/9001071646563225216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=9001071646563225216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/9001071646563225216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/9001071646563225216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/04/fu-to-37-week-appt.html' title='F/U to 37 week appt.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sd4oe2i0C6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0gdsM_5PLD8/s72-c/pictures330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3807731182644472892</id><published>2009-04-09T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:29:24.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week!</title><content type='html'>One more week of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Mr. Boss man that next Friday will be my last day of work. He turned a ghostly shade of white. I thought he was going to pass out on me. Then he proceeds to make this statement&lt;br /&gt; "hmmmm, now I have to think about what I am going to do while you are gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Blank stare**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? You have had a good 7 months to think about this. Whatevs. Wont be my problem for 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next statement. He then says "Oh, you will be gone what, 6 weeks? I said "No. Eight." He then asked me why 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I swear, I cant live with this man half the time. Part of me is a nervous wreck about being gone and the other part thinks it nice knowing that this place would.not.function with out me. Then I freak out again at the thought of people using my computer, my stapler and going thru my file cabinets. I don't like my stuff touched. And it makes me REALLY nervous that a coworker keeps asking me to write down all the passwords to everything. Not gunna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also glad that I decided to set a "last day" but now I feel even more under pressure. Which is all fine and dandy, I think I accomplish more when I KNOW shit has to get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3807731182644472892?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3807731182644472892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3807731182644472892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3807731182644472892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3807731182644472892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-week.html' title='One more week!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-25893533566513153</id><published>2009-04-06T08:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:25:29.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Well, I was going to take a picture for you this morning, but of course, as my luck would have it all the batteries were dead. So, you will have to wait till tomorrow to see my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the waiting game begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip to Target this weekend and got everything I would need for my hospital bag. My bag is packed and I am ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having some contractions and some cramping. I think I overdid it this weekend. The nesting has taken over. I was up at 6:30 in the morning on a flipping Sunday cleaning the house. Not just cleaning, but I rearranged the kitchen cupboards and the pantry. I even dusted, swept the floor and moped the kitchen floor. Took a nap at 2 and was right back at it. I even managed to stay up till 10:30....only to wake up to snow...but then I remembered I live in Ohio. Anything is possible at any time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 36 week appt went well. Doctor said I am looking beautiful...well duh. My BP is good, Baby Cakes HR is 134. Had the Strep B test done. Wasn't nearly as bad as some people make it out to be. I was supposed to have an internal, but they decided to wait a week. So I go back Wednesday for that as well as a U/S. I am hoping that the internal will set things in motion. But at the same time, I really hope my mom makes it back from Florida before Baby Cakes decides to make "his" appearance. Really bad planning on her part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-25893533566513153?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/25893533566513153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=25893533566513153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/25893533566513153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/25893533566513153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/04/37-weeks.html' title='37 Weeks'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-8316389127488428855</id><published>2009-04-01T09:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:15:52.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not gunna lie</title><content type='html'>I am miserable today! I am also on the verge of tears.&lt;br /&gt;I got zero sleep last night and my back is wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little things annoys the piss out of me and I just want to slap a bitch. Its so bad, I cant listen or be around people eating without there being background noise....loud background noise. This annoyed me before pregnancy, but now, OMG. I'm like how can people make so much noise when they chew? And how is it that people, grown adults, don't know how to share? Is it acceptable to have 2 muffins in a matter of 5 minutes when other people, especially the pg lady, haven't even had ONE! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on the dumb asses at Target and Kroger from last night. I mean come on, do you think you own the isle? Is it acceptable to leave your cart unattended in the middle of the isle while you look for a jar of pickles? Move your fucking cart over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gunna lie, today is the WORST I have felt this entire pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Peter on Family guy when he throws his hands up in the air and simply says "done". That's me done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even focus on my work b/c everything hurts and I feel like a walking zombie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try sleeping on the couch tonight. Hope B doesnt take offense to it. If he does, oh well...its honestly for his own good at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-8316389127488428855?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/8316389127488428855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=8316389127488428855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/8316389127488428855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/8316389127488428855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-gunna-lie.html' title='Not gunna lie'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-8762332941043945889</id><published>2009-03-30T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:18:16.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home stretch!</title><content type='html'>Any day now Baby Cakes. OK, not really. But maybe in 2 weeks you can make your arrival.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to make it to Easter.  Partly b/c my mother decided to go to Florida between the 6th and 12th. Great timing mom! I just know if I go into labor while she is gone I will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; hear the end of it.....NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, if I more person tells me b/c this is my first I will go late, I will seriously throat punch them! I'm very hostile these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nursery is done. Just waiting for Baby Cakes. We went to BRU and purchased the PNP with the gift cards we have. I began working on my thank you notes yesterday....yea, I got about 15 done... out of 70. I'm pretty sure they will go out in batches. As long as they go out before the baby gets here, I'm cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and I had what I am sure was our last baby free getaway this weekend. We went up to Windsor to see Chicago and do some gambling. Concert was awesome, the room was awesome, losing $140 to the slots, not so awesome. But we both had a great time and I managed to stay up till 2am with OUT a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my 36 week appt on Thursday, so be sure to check back for that update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-8762332941043945889?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/8762332941043945889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=8762332941043945889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/8762332941043945889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/8762332941043945889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-stretch.html' title='The Home stretch!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-9106283598148310631</id><published>2009-03-26T07:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:00:33.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One month or less</title><content type='html'>I am so hoping for the less part.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as thou I have been 8 months pg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FORever&lt;/span&gt;. I'm ready all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Baby Cakes had Party at the Disco on my bladder. I thought for sure I was going to lose all control and pee my pants. Then I starting having cramps, this along with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cankles&lt;/span&gt;...that B could see. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; see that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have any ankles? Whatever.  The rest of the night I was just uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manager to get some paperwork for the hospital filled out. Gotta love that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-registration. And B and I continued our "little discussion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is crazy I tell you , down right crazy. I told him that when the time comes and I DO finally go into labor, I want to get to the hospital, get checked in and settled into a room before he starts dialing for dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said that, he looked at me like I sprouted another head. He wants to drive 100MPH down the trail to get me to the hospital while calling everyone. UM, HELL TO THE NO! NO Fucking way! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how many times I told him I would kill him or hide his phone from him. He just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get it. I honestly think he watches too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. He thinks my water will break and if I am not to the hospital within 10 minutes I will have the baby in the Jeep. I have told him over and over that it could take onwards up to 24 hours before the baby would arrive. Again, you would have thought I sprouted another head. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to say to make him understand my position.   His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;, but they are SO excited. I get that. I really do. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to have to kill my MIL or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; b/c they are all  up in my business. And knowing my MIL, if B does call her while we are on our way, she will be there before me. No lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I am so annoyed lately. People drive me bat shit crazy. I cant take it anymore. I just want to throat punch a bitch. Maybe I just need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be an attention whore for a minute. As you all know from following my blog, I have GD. I have been doing really well (except for lately). I was weighed at the doctors last week and then I weighed myself again yesterday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;, I weigh less today than I did BEFORE I got pg. I am in no way complaining, but holy shit, how awesome is that? Everyone said I would most likely lose weight being on this diet, but I honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-9106283598148310631?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/9106283598148310631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=9106283598148310631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/9106283598148310631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/9106283598148310631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-month-or-less.html' title='One month or less'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4256293632734605922</id><published>2009-03-20T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:09:44.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my brain?</title><content type='html'>This has been going on for a while now, but last night it really hit me that I am losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swing by the ATM and &lt;em&gt;CAN NOT&lt;/em&gt; remember my pin number. OMFG. Of course, the first time I enter it, its wrong... so then I had to think, think, think about what the number was. Thank god I got it right. I can only imagine how pissed I would have been if the machine ate my card. More pissed if I didnt have the cash to stop and get the ice cream I so badly wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, I get up and totally space about testing my BS before I ate. It wasn't  until I was walking out the door to leave for work that I realized I had already eaten breakfast and not tested...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that being said. Lets see what I can remember from my 34 week appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BP is good, I lost 2 pounds, Baby Cakes HR is 134 and I am measuring right on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked in great length about being induced and what are the odds of having a c/s. I go back in two weeks and begin my internal exam.....EEEK! At week 37, I will have an U/S to check the size of Baby Cakes and we can decided from there what course of action we want to take. My OB is very optimistic and wants everything to take its own course. As of now, I agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give a shout out to my friend &lt;a href="http://maizyisgoingtobeasister.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;, whose water broke last night and we should be expecting her little bundle of joy sometime today!! He is TWO weeks early! OMG, I am so excited for her and her hubby!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4256293632734605922?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4256293632734605922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4256293632734605922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4256293632734605922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4256293632734605922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-is-my-brain.html' title='Where is my brain?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1037527366919963341</id><published>2009-03-19T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:44:55.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 is my lucky number</title><content type='html'>Not really. But every night this week I have woke up at 3am. And not just 3am, 3:08 to be exact. Whats up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoever said sleep was over rated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be farther from the truth. I slept from 6:30-8:30, 11:00-3:08, 3:15-5:45 last night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;.... it was heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling 95% better, but now B is sick. And of course being a man, it is TEN times worse than what I had and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know how he will make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the day. ***rolls eyes*** So I tell him to stop and buy some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dayquil&lt;/span&gt;. His response. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like that stuff. I said the pill, not the liquid... and if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like it, then you can suffer all day. He told me I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have to be mean about it. I said, I am sorry but in all honesty, you can get over this quicker than I did. And you can take the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my dying husband, I have my 34 week OB &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; today. Hopefully they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; piss me off and make me wait 45 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1037527366919963341?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1037527366919963341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1037527366919963341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1037527366919963341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1037527366919963341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-is-my-lucky-number.html' title='3 is my lucky number'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5485475719503524239</id><published>2009-03-18T08:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:39:32.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Updates</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my wonderful, extremely talented friend Cyndi, I now have the valance and rocking chair pads. I LOVE them. They are oh so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;She hand stitched those little balloon buttons on there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDn9ysG15I/AAAAAAAAAOk/P-GasCN-DGs/s1600-h/pictures266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314502609061992338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDn9ysG15I/AAAAAAAAAOk/P-GasCN-DGs/s200/pictures266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDmTii66AI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rnHsDn6tLAc/s1600-h/pictures265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314500783662360578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDmTii66AI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rnHsDn6tLAc/s200/pictures265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of the ceiling fan we purchased off eBay.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDm1IU4PwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kMSYlNpyI7w/s1600-h/pictures269-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314501360739696386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDm1IU4PwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kMSYlNpyI7w/s200/pictures269-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are just a few pictures of the room overall with the pictures on the wall I put together. I got the frames at IKEA and printed the pictures from the Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDnWl4JojI/AAAAAAAAAOU/o72Rqad323Q/s1600-h/pictures268-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314501935607947826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDnWl4JojI/AAAAAAAAAOU/o72Rqad323Q/s200/pictures268-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDna_8zaTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bINbryTVXnE/s1600-h/pictures267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314502011326261554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDna_8zaTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bINbryTVXnE/s200/pictures267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad the room looks like a tornado went thru it. I finally got my red lamp, put the mattress in the crib and put the bedding on. After I sort thru the 646548 blankets I got, I will post finished pictures of the nursery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5485475719503524239?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5485475719503524239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5485475719503524239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5485475719503524239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5485475719503524239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/nursery-updates.html' title='Nursery Updates'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/ScDn9ysG15I/AAAAAAAAAOk/P-GasCN-DGs/s72-c/pictures266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3261258682731406824</id><published>2009-03-17T09:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:24:18.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I am still sick. I managed thru the shower and had a great time. Of course there are a bunch of snarky comment being tossed around, but whateves. I am so blessed to have an amazing group of family and family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have one thing to get off my chest. My MIL and SIL need to realize they are not the only family this baby will have and I REALLY wish they would refrain from making all the grandma, at grandma's house, I'm the grandma, I'm the babysitter comments in front of my mother, who also happens to be a grandma as well. I mean seriously, do you think I was spawned from aliens? No, I have a set of parents just as B does. So before you make a snarky comment about being &lt;em&gt;grandma&lt;/em&gt;, remember who you are in front of. I don't think I can hold my tongue much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to have such an amazing group of friends and generous family. I think it took about 2 hours to open all the gifts. It looked like BRU exploded in our house and it will take me all weekend to sort thru all the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best gift of all was spending some QT with Jene, who drove up from Cincinnati. I wish we lived closer. None of my friends share my excited for baseball like she does. But its all good. Baby Cakes and I will be taking a road trip down to see her and Baby Charlie this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-v1UtjyNI/AAAAAAAAANU/loLbS4hqBhI/s1600-h/Nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314159415948200146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-v1UtjyNI/AAAAAAAAANU/loLbS4hqBhI/s200/Nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shower Hostess, Nicole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-xbOdX3JI/AAAAAAAAANs/ItFTYQeJxV8/s1600-h/2665_1117809423205_1166071224_374214_5571186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314161166616353938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-xbOdX3JI/AAAAAAAAANs/ItFTYQeJxV8/s200/2665_1117809423205_1166071224_374214_5571186_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another Shower Host, Ms. Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-xJ1dE8uI/AAAAAAAAANk/4qFzEqD68WI/s1600-h/2665_1117809383204_1166071224_374213_1937077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314160867846451938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-xJ1dE8uI/AAAAAAAAANk/4qFzEqD68WI/s200/2665_1117809383204_1166071224_374213_1937077_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom (AKA the other grandma) and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-wGyHDOaI/AAAAAAAAANc/sTbn0oeKgcw/s1600-h/IMG_4559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314159715897522594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-wGyHDOaI/AAAAAAAAANc/sTbn0oeKgcw/s200/IMG_4559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Nestie Besties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-xxnYgOxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jk4wj8Y0nEA/s1600-h/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314161551263939346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-xxnYgOxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jk4wj8Y0nEA/s200/gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the aftermath. There is crap in the dining room and nursery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3261258682731406824?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3261258682731406824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3261258682731406824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3261258682731406824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3261258682731406824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sb-v1UtjyNI/AAAAAAAAANU/loLbS4hqBhI/s72-c/Nicole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4684732347827553589</id><published>2009-03-13T08:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:16:23.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the craziness begin</title><content type='html'>To start things off, I woke up sick as fuck this morning. Not as sick as I was in December but still feeling like ass none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not breathe out my right nostril, my right ear is killing me and my throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided the best thing for my sore throat was McDonald's for breakfast, which included a LARGE OJ....which I am SO not allowed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two cakes to make this weekend. Lets see how creative I can be when I am sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my baby shower is Sunday. I really, really, really don't want to be sick for that. I think I will call the doctors office when they open this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a teaser photo for you. I had maternity pictures taken a few weeks back. &lt;a href="http://www.everlastingimages.biz/"&gt;Everlasting Images &lt;/a&gt;is beyond freaking awesome. You can check out their site for all their info or more of my photo session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SbpOE3wHefI/AAAAAAAAANM/HUA6ACKPO6U/s1600-h/IMG_3171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312644556029131250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SbpOE3wHefI/AAAAAAAAANM/HUA6ACKPO6U/s200/IMG_3171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SbpOE3wHefI/AAAAAAAAANM/HUA6ACKPO6U/s1600-h/IMG_3171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4684732347827553589?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4684732347827553589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4684732347827553589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4684732347827553589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4684732347827553589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-craziness-begin.html' title='Let the craziness begin'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SbpOE3wHefI/AAAAAAAAANM/HUA6ACKPO6U/s72-c/IMG_3171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-478252647339130856</id><published>2009-03-09T08:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:33:14.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I need</title><content type='html'>* More sleep&lt;br /&gt;* Tylenol&lt;br /&gt;* A haircut&lt;br /&gt;* Eyebrow wax&lt;br /&gt;* More sleep&lt;br /&gt;* A massage&lt;br /&gt;* A day off from testing&lt;br /&gt;* More sleep&lt;br /&gt;* A day off with nothing to do. No housework included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-478252647339130856?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/478252647339130856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=478252647339130856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/478252647339130856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/478252647339130856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-need.html' title='Things I need'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6451693473491538981</id><published>2009-03-06T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:16:20.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50 days...or less</title><content type='html'>Holy crap! I had another mild panic attack last night when I was marking appointments on the calendar. Yea, I am the intelligent one. Holy Shit! We are going to have a baby NEXT month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is going to be VERY busy for us, thus resulting in time flying by. Starting on the 15th, I have my shower that Sunday, start L&amp;amp;D classes on Monday, meet with the crortchmuffin Dietitian on Tuesday, and have my 34W appt on Thursday. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One exciting little fact, Mr. Freeze just so happens to be open. And they are so conveniently located right across the street from the OB's office. I will be sure to have cash on hand so I can get some ice cream for the drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 32W checkup yesterday. Went very well. Baby Cakes HR was 138. I talked to the doctor about the chances of being induced. Having GD isn't going to help.&lt;br /&gt;Although, on the plus side, I get another look at Baby Cakes around week 36 to make sure s/he isn't gaining to much weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OB said she doesn't like to induced b/c chances are it could be a hard labor for me and more time spent in the hospital and if all that can be avoided, she would rather have it that way. But if Baby Cakes starts getting to big, that's my only option.  So I have to stay on top of this diet and make sure s/he doesn't get too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc did say that if I chose to be induced technically/medically speaking since I have GD I could. But it wouldn't be until week 39, hence the 50 days or less. She left it for me to decided. Like I need another decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to figure when my last day of work will be. In an ideal perfect world, I could work till the 24th and have the baby over the weekend. I only get 6-8 weeks off (unpaid at that) and I want to be able to spend ALL the time possible with Baby Cakes. I don't want to "waste" time off before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I have a lot of decisions to make and a very busy schedule ahead of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6451693473491538981?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6451693473491538981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6451693473491538981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6451693473491538981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6451693473491538981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-daysor-less.html' title='50 days...or less'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3079666170852843673</id><published>2009-03-05T07:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:57:17.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of a nap and 32 week picture</title><content type='html'>The power of a nap is an amazing thing. As usual, I tossed and turned and got up to pee in the middle of the night. BUT I had a half hour nap after dinner last night. When I woke up, I didnt feel exhausted and today was the first day B &lt;em&gt;didnt&lt;/em&gt; tell me how tired I looked. I think I need to make a 1/2 hour nap part of my evening routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my 32w5day belly shot. Why in the hell do they copy so small? When I save them, they are so much bigger. Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;**edit** If you click on the picture, a new BIGGER one will open for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sa_KzFIs-bI/AAAAAAAAANE/N4MLsLYtzfs/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309685464593922482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sa_KzFIs-bI/AAAAAAAAANE/N4MLsLYtzfs/s200/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3079666170852843673?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3079666170852843673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3079666170852843673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3079666170852843673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3079666170852843673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-of-nap-and-32-week-picture.html' title='The power of a nap and 32 week picture'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/Sa_KzFIs-bI/AAAAAAAAANE/N4MLsLYtzfs/s72-c/32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6680973885155724821</id><published>2009-03-03T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:58:27.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy pains and Spring fever</title><content type='html'>It appears as thou B is having sympathy pains. He keeps getting charlie horses in his calf. I laugh. Aren't I the loving wife.  My answer to everything these days is to drink more water...or is it B's answer. I cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for spring to be here. Not because that means the arrival of Baby Cakes, but more so the fact that it will be WARM out. I don't know how much more I can take. Yes, the sunshine is nice. Whats not so nice is walking out into teen temperatures. I have had enough. This is right about the time B and I take off for a long weekend to someplace warm. I thought with Baby Cakes coming and having 8 weeks off, I could get thru the winter. I was wrong. I have spring fever in the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; way. I must have spent an hour looking online at 3 days cruises. **shakes fist at the ILs were on a cruise as we speak.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then I spent some more time looking at the deals on expedia for NYC and Vegas. I am desperate to go anywhere right about now. Just to get the hell out of Ohio would be a nice change up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; **sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishful thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6680973885155724821?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6680973885155724821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6680973885155724821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6680973885155724821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6680973885155724821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/sympathy-pains-and-spring-fever.html' title='Sympathy pains and Spring fever'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6944872403451622835</id><published>2009-03-03T11:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:18:16.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the hang of it</title><content type='html'>Do you have any idea how long it takes to grocery shop when you stop and read every label? A long time. Well, not really. But long enough for B to wonder WTH took me so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me bitch about the crotchmuffin dietitian I met with last week. I did not like her. We will just leave it at that. But she told me that pasta was pasta no matter what brand/type it was. She may be right. But I don't want to believe her. I picked up a box of Kroger Brand pasta and compared it to Healthy Choice, I think (I honestly cant remember for the life of me right now.) Anyhow, the carbs where WAY lower on the HC.  So I bought that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blood Sugar (BS) was low all day yesterday. I had a salad and spaghetti for dinner and two hours after I ate, my BS was 90.  Not that it is bad. But when my numbers are low, I do stupid things. Like reward myself with ice cream or brownies. I really need to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting the hang of this testing and knowing what  I can eat and what will fill me up without going over my carb intake. I also know what I should stay away from and which foods are free and I can eat all I want....Free foods help a lot. But do you have any idea how hard it is to make Jell-o and not put alcohol in it? Its hard. I had to read the instructions 3 times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6944872403451622835?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6944872403451622835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6944872403451622835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6944872403451622835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6944872403451622835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-hang-of-it.html' title='Getting the hang of it'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4984857444389536891</id><published>2009-02-26T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:48:20.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and Hungry</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping worth a shit lately. Getting up 2 times a night to pee and all the tossing and turning makes for a cranky me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hungry in the morning. I really need to get to the store and buy Lite bread and some things. This GD thing is going to get old real quick. Seriously, 1 slice of bread with PB is NOT enough for breakfast. Not to mention that I can NOT have any type of juice or milk in the morning.  So I am thinking, more like hoping, I can trick myself by getting the Lite bread b/c with that I can eat two pieces vs 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what B pulled last night. I had planned on making spaghetti for dinner. Sans the garlic bread. Like any other day, B asks whats for dinner and I tell him spaghetti but no garlic bread. You would have thought I committed a sin. He says WHY? I explained to him that since I am already eating pasta, I cant eat the bread too. So I figure instead of torturing myself, I just didn't buy it. What is his response? "What else can you make for dinner? I can NOT eat spaghetti without garlic bread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! AYFKM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be supportive and understanding that I have to adjust my diet for the next 8 weeks. God, I wanted to kick him in his nuts.... See, I didn't sleep well last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4984857444389536891?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4984857444389536891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4984857444389536891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4984857444389536891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4984857444389536891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired-and-hungry.html' title='Tired and Hungry'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3688611515605041153</id><published>2009-02-20T08:03:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:20:00.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3D U/S pictures</title><content type='html'>We went to Sylvania Ultrasound &lt;a href="http://www.sylultra.com/"&gt;http://www.sylultra.com/&lt;/a&gt; last night and seriously, these women must have been the nicest people I have ever met!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am totally in love with Baby Cakes. It was such an awesome experience and I am SO glad we paid the money to have it done. I cant stop looking at my little baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are some pictures. I hope you enjoy them as much as B and I do...or at least half as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started with this b/c it is SO my child. As you can see there are TWO fingers in front of the one that is upright. I fucking love this picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6qrzF1OoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UFBGfQNOeik/s1600-h/BC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304865080514787970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6qrzF1OoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UFBGfQNOeik/s200/BC1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6r1i547KI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tLmLWWcAtKk/s1600-h/BC6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304866347480050850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6r1i547KI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tLmLWWcAtKk/s200/BC6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6rn-XLVFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YkPG_wUy4hE/s1600-h/BC5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304866114332480594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6rn-XLVFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YkPG_wUy4hE/s200/BC5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6rdknylpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wnMxa0iz9qM/s1600-h/BC3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304865935624148626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6rdknylpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wnMxa0iz9qM/s200/BC3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6sRyfLdQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/G9-HqSJmCho/s1600-h/BC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304866832699323650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6sRyfLdQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/G9-HqSJmCho/s200/BC2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3688611515605041153?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3688611515605041153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3688611515605041153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3688611515605041153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3688611515605041153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/3d-us-pictures.html' title='3D U/S pictures'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZ6qrzF1OoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UFBGfQNOeik/s72-c/BC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2289758637879244277</id><published>2009-02-18T08:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:34:26.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, its official</title><content type='html'>I have GD. Its OK. I'm cool with it. My OB said 2 of the 4 blood draws were elevated. So I need to see a dietitian. Aside from that everything is great. No sugar in my urine, which is a good thing and I have only gained 6 pounds. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get this, my BP was 102/70. If any of you know what I deal with at work on a daily basis, you are probably like me and wondering how on earth it is so low. Got me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving onto Baby Cakes. HR was 132 and according to the doc, my belly is measuring right on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait till Thursday. We are getting the 3D u/s done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this cuteness I bought at Target the other night. Each item was ONE DOLLAR. How can you wrong for $1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZwNdR7iruI/AAAAAAAAAME/tw8qzhLNCxc/s1600-h/dino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304129257816108770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZwNdR7iruI/AAAAAAAAAME/tw8qzhLNCxc/s200/dino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZwNXlr1_sI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z9Os-q5dgfw/s1600-h/brilliant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304129160039759554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZwNXlr1_sI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z9Os-q5dgfw/s200/brilliant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZwNdR7iruI/AAAAAAAAAME/tw8qzhLNCxc/s1600-h/dino.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least. 30 weeks picture of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell I didn't sleep very well last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZwNwUKu9wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/To7x5JofJAc/s1600-h/30week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304129584834213634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZwNwUKu9wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/To7x5JofJAc/s200/30week.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be sure to check back on Friday for 3D pictures of Baby Cakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2289758637879244277?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2289758637879244277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2289758637879244277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2289758637879244277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2289758637879244277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-its-official.html' title='Well, its official'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZwNdR7iruI/AAAAAAAAAME/tw8qzhLNCxc/s72-c/dino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1299803543925993258</id><published>2009-02-17T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:09:28.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 week appt today</title><content type='html'>I have my 30 week appointment today and I get the results of my 3hour GD test. To say the least, I am a little nervous. **fingers crossed** that I passed this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Cakes has been a wild child lately. The other night BC kicked me so hard in the southern region I just about peed my pants. It hurt so bad that I yelped. I seriously have no idea what is going on in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made more progress on the nursery over the weekend. B and I put up the border and B put up the ceiling fan. My friend Cyndi came over to pick up the rocking chair and to take measurements for a blanket and a valance. Its so wonderful to have talented friends. I cant wait to see how everything turns out.  I'll try to post pictures tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, I went to Target last night and I just so happened to be walking by the baby section and what do I see, a 75% off sign. I got the cutest little onesies for a $1 each.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures of those too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1299803543925993258?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1299803543925993258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1299803543925993258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1299803543925993258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1299803543925993258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/30-week-appt-today.html' title='30 week appt today'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2121948837762764757</id><published>2009-02-11T07:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:03:58.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats that smell?</title><content type='html'>Not what you think... its new furniture!!! I have the best ass kissing hubby in the world. He was off work for two days and I came home on Tuesday to this. Check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;View from looking in from the hallway:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLK5bZ1FnI/AAAAAAAAALM/7-__2YPbLW8/s1600-h/n1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301522799325943410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLK5bZ1FnI/AAAAAAAAALM/7-__2YPbLW8/s200/n1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLK5bZ1FnI/AAAAAAAAALM/7-__2YPbLW8/s1600-h/n1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The light switch and outlet covers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLLGXCDj4I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZQo2pF4c7Z8/s1600-h/n4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301523021490786178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLLGXCDj4I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZQo2pF4c7Z8/s200/n4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLLBgzrx6I/AAAAAAAAALU/H2NTD20ogfs/s1600-h/n2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301522938215516066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLLBgzrx6I/AAAAAAAAALU/H2NTD20ogfs/s200/n2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Crib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLLVjVDMTI/AAAAAAAAALk/I8qbzoaSgvE/s1600-h/n5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301523282489717042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLLVjVDMTI/AAAAAAAAALk/I8qbzoaSgvE/s200/n5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The changing table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLLvORglbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XVnQqunbvso/s1600-h/n3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301523723514320306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLLvORglbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XVnQqunbvso/s200/n3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all coming together! I am so excited!! I still feel as thou I have a long list of things to get and get done. I need to find fabric for the rocking chair (which happens to be my great grandma's). I need to find fabric to make the valance. I would like to find a red lamp and a white shade. I am waiting on the border to arrive, so I can put that up and B needs to put up the new ceiling fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I get all that done, I just sit and wait for my shower, and then its back to work!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2121948837762764757?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2121948837762764757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2121948837762764757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2121948837762764757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2121948837762764757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-that-smell.html' title='Whats that smell?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZLK5bZ1FnI/AAAAAAAAALM/7-__2YPbLW8/s72-c/n1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2309223160120731551</id><published>2009-02-10T07:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:58:33.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mural and 29week picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the mural that I put up over the weekend. I freaking LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZF5jv9VQ7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/V0mUWLWJrCw/s1600-h/mural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301151891467879346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZF5jv9VQ7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/V0mUWLWJrCw/s200/mural.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is me after a LONG Monday. 29 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZF5scDiBAI/AAAAAAAAALE/wcPiS3ZA6rc/s1600-h/29weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301152040743994370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZF5scDiBAI/AAAAAAAAALE/wcPiS3ZA6rc/s200/29weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I don't have much else to say. Well we did pick up the crib and changing table. But it is not assembled yet. Hopefully B will get to it this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2309223160120731551?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2309223160120731551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2309223160120731551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2309223160120731551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2309223160120731551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/mural-and-29week-picture.html' title='Mural and 29week picture'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SZF5jv9VQ7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/V0mUWLWJrCw/s72-c/mural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7338720606780942516</id><published>2009-02-08T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:41:04.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As always. I aim to please others</title><content type='html'>Yea, WTFE. I am so sick of the SAME fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL is beyond passive aggressive with my DH, and he doesn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;See called yesterday and says she got her invite to my baby shower, but while talking with her boyfriends mom, she hadn't mentioned anything about receiving hers. Well that is b/c she didn't get one sent to her. I had to cut 12 people from the list and unfortunately, she didn't make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my DH tells me to invite her b/c he doesn't want to be caught in the middle of a fight between me, his mom and his sister. I told him I was NOT going to be bullied into inviting this woman that I don't even know when I had to cut cousins and friends from my list. His response. Whats one more person? Excuse me? That's not even the point. The point is, I'm not inviting her. How fair is it to my FAMILY and my FRIENDS who didn't get invites. But SIL's boyfriend's mom HAD to be invited so SIL wouldn't throw a fit like a 5 year old. Apparently the short bus didn't pick me up today, b/c I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just when you think it couldn't get any better, it does.&lt;br /&gt;B called his mom to tell her that SIL had called and B gave her the short story and that "she" didn't get sent an invite b/c I had to cut the list and we only had so many invites to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh problem solved. My MIL is mailing her HER invite that she got. AYFKM? I told B that was not fair. MILs response...what is one more person and she will be family............someday (yea right). Are these people crazy? Why Why why why why do I have to invite my SILs boyfriends mom when I cant invite my own friends and family? I feel like a broken record. No one gets it.  I am beyond pissed at my MIL and my husband. He always tells me to suck it up and do it for him. And so what if SIL gets her way. I am so over it and one of these days all hell is going to break lose and it is not going to be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet B wonders why I have been in a pissy mood since yesterday. Once again, at my expense, SIL gets her way. He says he owes me one. Not that I am keeping count, but he owes me a lot more than one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7338720606780942516?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7338720606780942516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7338720606780942516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7338720606780942516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7338720606780942516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-always-i-aim-to-please-others.html' title='As always. I aim to please others'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3484656264892679453</id><published>2009-02-05T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:36:26.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny For You!</title><content type='html'>As if the baby shower drama wasn't enough. There is more. BFF who is throwing the shower calls and tells me how retarded she is. Of course I have to say "what did you do this time" (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, she mailed out 70 invites for my baby shower and my name isn't on them!&lt;br /&gt;I stopped dead in my tracks and said YHGTBFKM! Then I laugh. Apparently one of my friends received her invite in the mail yesterday and she called said BFF and said "I would love to come to the baby shower, but I have no idea who it is for."  Again, I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said well, you did put the BRU registry cards in there right? They have my name on it. And people will look at that and I am sure everyone is smart enough to put two and two together. She reassured me that she did. I said well, you might have to send out an addenda... but we will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its now a little before 9am and I have 3 messages in my email box asking about it. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope BFF knows I will NEVER let her live this one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are reading this and you recently received a baby shower invite with no name on it, its for me and I hope you can make it. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3484656264892679453?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3484656264892679453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3484656264892679453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3484656264892679453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3484656264892679453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-for-you.html' title='A Funny For You!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2004624878554397515</id><published>2009-02-05T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:29:37.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isnt That Swell?</title><content type='html'>I noticed last night my my ankles were turning into cankles. OMG, no! This can NOT be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure its b/c I was such a busy bee at work yesterday and all the walking I did while shopping. Not to mention the baking and cleaning of the kitchen last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when all was said and done,  I made sure to plant myself in the lazy boy with my feet propped up, drinking my last 20 ounces of water before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still amazes me that I am sleeping thru the night with all the water I am drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, no cankles. That makes me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2004624878554397515?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2004624878554397515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2004624878554397515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2004624878554397515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2004624878554397515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/isnt-that-swell.html' title='Isnt That Swell?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5925751081628441978</id><published>2009-02-05T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:26:07.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember that list?</title><content type='html'>Remember the bakers dozen list of pregnant woman I know?&lt;br /&gt;Add 3 more to that number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LORD! Babies EvErYwHeRe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5925751081628441978?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5925751081628441978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5925751081628441978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5925751081628441978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5925751081628441978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember-that-list.html' title='Remember that list?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7311576641215967880</id><published>2009-02-04T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:07:58.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a train wreck</title><content type='html'>I cried yesterday. I failed my GD test. So now I have to schedule the 3 hour test. Yea, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to my mom in over a month. I am too stubborn to call her. She really upset me and said some hurtful things. And well, I refuse to call her. What makes matters worse is that my inside source tells me that my mom thinks I am just hormonal will come around. AYFKM? Not this time. Until she apologizes to me, I will not be coming around. I thought about calling her, just so she knows how truly pissed I am with her. Then I thought about writing her a letter, but I don't think she would get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, you don't treat and talk to your ONLY child carrying what may be your ONLY grandchild the way my mom has. And to not even call and check in on me? I don't even know what to say to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for my bff who is throwing my baby shower. Its non stop drama. I am impaled at the way my friends and family have treated her. Totally not cool and down right disrespectful. This morning I honestly thought about sending out an email, but I know I should just let it go. What gets me is how if things don't go the way some one wants them to, they change their tude. WTFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously amazes me that my BP is in normal range. I am becoming very hostile towards people. Well, stupid people that is. And look the fvck out if I didn't sleep well the night before. Such as last night. B fell asleep before me and I couldn't fall asleep b/c he was snoring so loud.&lt;br /&gt;So, I slapped and punched him a couple times. I told him about it this morning and he said he remembers me punching him at one point. That made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and have a positive day, but honestly. I am too tired to try. Thank god I have no plans for this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so aside from all the drama and hostility. Baby Cakes is good. Heart tones were great and baby is measuring right on track. I start going every two weeks now! EEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to take a belly shot and upload for ya'll tomorrow. I know I have been slacking with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7311576641215967880?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7311576641215967880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7311576641215967880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7311576641215967880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7311576641215967880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-train-wreck.html' title='I&apos;m a train wreck'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3448278938759596299</id><published>2009-02-03T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:41:23.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making progress on the nursery</title><content type='html'>After much debate about how fvcking expensive the crib and dresser from BRU was, we decided to start the search over. We found and agreed on a complete set from Target. Of course my life couldn't be easy. Its online only. Ugh. BUT, for a 4-1 converter crib, a dresser and changing table with tax and shipping its only $600.00.I say only like its no big deal. But it is. The dresser alone at BRU was $550.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the money we saved by shopping around and finding something on sale, I bought some other cute stuff on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to find a handmade Curious George boppy slip cover, a Curious George ceiling fan and a light switch plate and outlet covers. I got all that for less than $80.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I play the waiting game. I hate waiting for things to arrive. But I get so excited to come home to packages or see the UPS truck coming down the road. I think I have issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3448278938759596299?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3448278938759596299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3448278938759596299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3448278938759596299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3448278938759596299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/making-progress-on-nursery.html' title='Making progress on the nursery'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5032430208204865820</id><published>2009-02-03T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:27:17.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzz Balls</title><content type='html'>Fuzz balls on my shirts and sweaters. This belly is getting in the way of everything and my clothing is starting to look like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to invest in something. Perhaps on of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SYhiORgYKhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4EgWWPrsteE/s1600-h/51ht3bxgORL__SL160_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298592958958283282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SYhiORgYKhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4EgWWPrsteE/s200/51ht3bxgORL__SL160_AA115_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an OB appointment today. I'm a little nervous as I am hoping to have my GD test results back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5032430208204865820?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5032430208204865820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5032430208204865820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5032430208204865820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5032430208204865820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuzz-balls.html' title='Fuzz Balls'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SYhiORgYKhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4EgWWPrsteE/s72-c/51ht3bxgORL__SL160_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1032448857575433993</id><published>2009-01-27T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:28:40.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Touchers</title><content type='html'>Belly Touchers that is. I have to say, as long as I know you and you ask before you touch I don't mind. I think it sweet that friends and family want to talk to Baby Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my ILs came over and they have not seen me since Christmas. Let me tell you, my body sure has changes since then. I was just really starting to show at Christmas and well now its definite there is a little baby growing in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The look on my MIL face when she saw me was priceless. I cant even begin to tell you how flipping excited she is about this baby. And my FIL is equally priceless he wasn't sure if he wanted to hug me or pat my belly. So I got a little of both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do think this picture is too great not to share. They make it in T-shirt form if you wish to have one for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SX8Lzg7-OVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vln3z5iEPoo/s1600-h/pdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964666453702994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SX8Lzg7-OVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vln3z5iEPoo/s200/pdb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1032448857575433993?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1032448857575433993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1032448857575433993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1032448857575433993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1032448857575433993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/touchers.html' title='The Touchers'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SX8Lzg7-OVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vln3z5iEPoo/s72-c/pdb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7063518454446668338</id><published>2009-01-26T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:15:58.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2/3 down!</title><content type='html'>Holy shizzle. This is it. 2/3 of the way to the finish line. My oh my how time is flying.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am reverting back to the restless nights. Stupid sciatica nerve. My back has been killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no progress on the nursery. WTH is our deal? I was supposed to work on it yesterday, but with the girls night out and the surprise birthday party, come Sunday I needed a day to recharge the batteries. We did however make it up to  IKEA and purchase two rugs and some pictures frames for the nursery. And I have decided that I am not painting. I just don't have the energy. And B &lt;em&gt;hates&lt;/em&gt; painting, so I wouldn't ask him to do it. Beside at the cranky point I am at, I know I will just get pissed and tell him he is doing it wrong and take it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did purchase some new clothing Sunday. Now I have more than 2 full weeks of shirts to wear to work instead of the 6 same shirts I had in rotation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7063518454446668338?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7063518454446668338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7063518454446668338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7063518454446668338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7063518454446668338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/23-down.html' title='2/3 down!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5691013906661430548</id><published>2009-01-23T08:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:24:33.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness Gracious</title><content type='html'>DO NOT DRINK THE WATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out last night that another one of my friends is expecting. ACKK! I'm still in shock by the news, but I am so excited for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you don't think I am kidding, here is the run down of people I know who are currently expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Me&lt;br /&gt;2. A cousin&lt;br /&gt;3. Another cousin&lt;br /&gt;4. Jill&lt;br /&gt;5. Shannon&lt;br /&gt;6. Heather&lt;br /&gt;7. Jess&lt;br /&gt;8. Lucy&lt;br /&gt;9. Laura&lt;br /&gt;10. Jaime&lt;br /&gt;11. Monica&lt;br /&gt;12. Karen&lt;br /&gt;13. Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bakers dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I wasn't kidding! I wish them all a Healthy and Happy pregnancy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5691013906661430548?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5691013906661430548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5691013906661430548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5691013906661430548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5691013906661430548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodness-gracious.html' title='Goodness Gracious'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-1932641639231706123</id><published>2009-01-23T08:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:17:25.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like a million bucks</title><content type='html'>I got a massage last night! AND I slept thru the night.&lt;br /&gt;Look out people, I am feisty today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-1932641639231706123?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/1932641639231706123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=1932641639231706123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1932641639231706123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/1932641639231706123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/feel-like-million-bucks.html' title='Feel like a million bucks'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6972551632507926887</id><published>2009-01-21T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:45:20.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup. I have had enough</title><content type='html'>I have had enough of the nose bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge nose blower. I hate having snot and buggers up my nose. But with out fail, every time I blow, my nose bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night before I got in bed, I had something up there bugging me, so I blow. Get in bed and you guessed it. Nose bleed. And WTF, its only the right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Its not like I can not blow my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this too will fix itself like the dizzy/light headed crap I had going on a few weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6972551632507926887?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6972551632507926887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6972551632507926887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6972551632507926887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6972551632507926887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/yup-i-have-had-enough.html' title='Yup. I have had enough'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-948459118032393982</id><published>2009-01-20T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:10:32.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GD test today</title><content type='html'>It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Although nearing the end of the hour I got restless, thirsty and hungry. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that I had a choice of either lemon-lime or orange. I chose lemon lime. I tried not to psych myself out. So I started to down it and it got to me. So I treated it like a jacked up lemon drop shot. Ya, know a first time bartender fucking up your drink...Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just sit back and wait for the results to come back. Fingers crossed that I passed and don't have to go back for the 3 hour test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-948459118032393982?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/948459118032393982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=948459118032393982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/948459118032393982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/948459118032393982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/gd-test-today.html' title='GD test today'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3372779981821541632</id><published>2009-01-20T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:23:13.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know how much more I can take</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to begin. I am so upset about this whole baby shower thing. I don't even want one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was simple open house were my close friends and family could come and mingle, grab a bite to eat and be on their merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, I was vetoed. After all its what every else wants, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its to the point where I haven't talked to my mom in THREE weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my bff that if I can't have my "open house" baby shower, then there will be ground rules of what I want and what I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is great. She has been laying down the law and telling other peeps throwing the shower how its going down. But it seems as though people are having problem wrapping their brain around the fact that this is for ME! (I know I sound like a selfish brat) I REFUSE to have games at my shower. I REFUSE to have my shower at a hall or cafeteria. But ya know, what I want doesn't matter. People want games and they want a hall. They want this and that. I don't care what you want. When you have a baby, you can have it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward to Saturday. I get a call from my SIL asking me if it is OK that SHE invites her boyfriend's mom to MY baby shower. Way to put me on the spot and make uncomfortable. So I stumble around my words and come out with "I don't even know her" Which is the truth. I have met her once in the 6 years she has dated her bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SIL says " well I think it would be nice and she is always asking me how you are"&lt;br /&gt;***crickets***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there thinking, its called casual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;So, as to not hurt her feelings, I said, just email me the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been bothering me since Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night B calls his mom to get her perspective on it. She kinda feels the way I do in the aspect of I don't really know her. B tells her that I have to cut my list due to maximum capacity at the restaurant. And that I am leaving cousins off the list.  MIL objective, what is one more person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what is one more person. I have to cap my invite list to 80. 80 people folks. I know that seems like a lot. But I have an extended family. And ya know, B's family isn't so small either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already at 64 and I forgot a huge part of B's family. Not to mention I have a large group of friends that I speak to on a weekly, if not daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;My MIL found it hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the point, b/c this is getting really long.&lt;br /&gt;The end result of the conversation was to invite her to keep SIL HAPPY! WTF AYFKM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so SICK AND FUCKING TIRED of living my life to please her!&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that my darling husband agreed with his mom set my BP thru the fucking roof.&lt;br /&gt;I have lived the past 6 years tip toeing around her and making sure that what I do, makes SIL happy. GMAFB and grow up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, B and I get into a fight over it and he tells me that I have to be the one to tell SIL that her bfs mom can not come. And when the shit hits the fan he does not want to be in the middle of it. He is "out of town". Way to have your wife's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that weren't bad enough, MIL calls back and suggests that I have two showers. That way I don't have to cut the list and everyone can attend. AKA, keep SIL happy that her bfs mom can come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bang my head on the desk so hard that I pass out and wake up when it time to have Baby Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that was so long, but I needed to get that out before I exploded. And if you made it thru the whole rant, kudos to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And N, please don't take any of this the wrong way. None of it is towards you or how you are handling things. I love you! You are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3372779981821541632?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3372779981821541632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3372779981821541632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3372779981821541632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3372779981821541632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-how-much-more-i-can-take.html' title='I dont know how much more I can take'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5719925697304723688</id><published>2009-01-16T10:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:41:06.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What can Brown do for you?</title><content type='html'>In a small office setting, I am pretty sure most people have some sort of relationship with their UPS driver. I happen to be on a first name basis with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, T comes in with the packages and I am standing at the copier (making copies) and he comes in singing, stops and says WHOA BABY. A, what are you doing to me? Where did that belly come from? I said WTH have you been? I'm almost done cooking this bun and you are just now noticing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem as funny to you, but he had me cracking up. I even got a high five out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I think its funny to see some people's reaction to my pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5719925697304723688?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5719925697304723688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5719925697304723688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5719925697304723688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5719925697304723688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-can-brown-do-for-you.html' title='What can Brown do for you?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4541090118275774944</id><published>2009-01-16T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:55:58.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUBLE DIGITS</title><content type='html'>99 days to go. I don't believe it. Quite honestly, I still have to remind myself that I am pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past months have just flown by. I remember the night I POAS, didn't believe it so I took another one in the morning. I remember calling my BFF and telling her. She squealed and we laughed...that all seems like last week. I remember telling the ILs, MIL about tackled me and FIL was "raising the roof" and hugging everyone....Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wrap my head around the fact that this is real. That in a short 99 or something days I am going to be a mom and we will know the gender of Baby Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack, I still have SO much to do. The nursery was supposed to be cleaned out this weekend. Well, I don't foresee that happening as we are attending an autograph signing from James Laurinaitis and Marcus Freeman of OSU on Saturday and I am tagging along with fore mentioned BFF to a bridal show on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have time to get shit done now, how on earth will I find time when I am chasing a little one around. Maybe when the baby comes I wont jam pack my schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4541090118275774944?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4541090118275774944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4541090118275774944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4541090118275774944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4541090118275774944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/double-digits.html' title='DOUBLE DIGITS'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-5180156233647240569</id><published>2009-01-15T09:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:57:16.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While we are on the subject</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know I am HUGE Cleveland Indians fan. I am sure a dork, that I even belong to The Grady's Lady Sisterhood. Ya know, for Grady Sizemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhooo, its just about that time and I can not wait for spring training to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was on t&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW9N5eMdfXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AC_yixS6lh4/s1600-h/pMLB2-2584375dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291533736936832370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW9N5eMdfXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AC_yixS6lh4/s200/pMLB2-2584375dt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he Indians website and came across these little must haves for Baby Cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little gift pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW9ODi00M5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/22rnhUSAJC0/s1600-h/pMLB2-4574347dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291533909978526610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW9ODi00M5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/22rnhUSAJC0/s200/pMLB2-4574347dt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The onesie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW9ONzrgSTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tpX3tUXa9d8/s1600-h/pMLB2-5317392dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291534086301567282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW9ONzrgSTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tpX3tUXa9d8/s200/pMLB2-5317392dt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zip up hoodie wind breaker. OMFG, tell me this is NOT the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-5180156233647240569?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/5180156233647240569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=5180156233647240569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5180156233647240569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/5180156233647240569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-we-are-on-subject.html' title='While we are on the subject'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW9N5eMdfXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AC_yixS6lh4/s72-c/pMLB2-2584375dt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-2485582979369369143</id><published>2009-01-15T08:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:27:22.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>better late than never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW84LutUGhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VQ_gk5f4YWI/s1600-h/onesies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291509861351430674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW84LutUGhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VQ_gk5f4YWI/s200/onesies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby cakes Christmas present from the Denis family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby cakes will defiantly be in style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you cant read them, from the upper left corner to the right this is what they read: Whine connoisseur, Don't laugh Daddy dressed me today. Bottom row: Beware of the mood swings and party pooper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys! You are the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and tango wanted to help take pictures. So here is a picture of her helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW85qkv7lmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NZoYbqMKJr0/s1600-h/tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291511490765624930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW85qkv7lmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NZoYbqMKJr0/s200/tango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-2485582979369369143?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/2485582979369369143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=2485582979369369143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2485582979369369143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/2485582979369369143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='better late than never'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW84LutUGhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VQ_gk5f4YWI/s72-c/onesies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-4144284222476601485</id><published>2009-01-15T08:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:19:50.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 week belly pictures</title><content type='html'>Here I am, sporting my new hairdo. I dont think there is much change from last weeks picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW83pSPX_kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sLlYwR7AMZo/s1600-h/pictures251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291509269594111554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW83pSPX_kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sLlYwR7AMZo/s200/pictures251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-4144284222476601485?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/4144284222476601485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=4144284222476601485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4144284222476601485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/4144284222476601485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-week-belly-pictures.html' title='25 week belly pictures'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SW83pSPX_kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sLlYwR7AMZo/s72-c/pictures251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-7081162932424374945</id><published>2009-01-12T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:39:47.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucked the life out of me</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of registering  yesterday. My bff Nicole went with me. What a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;We went to BRU and Target. Thank god she bought me lunch b/c I am sure I was becoming unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 2.5 hours at BRU and another hour at Target. I feel like I haven't registered for enough stuff. But in my defense the Target we went to sucked ass. We should have went to the other location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were gone for 5 hours and it sucked the life right out of me. It was all I could do, to get a load of laundry done when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the question is, do I finish the registry online or go to the other Target store and upload it there? I'm guessing online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-7081162932424374945?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/7081162932424374945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=7081162932424374945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7081162932424374945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/7081162932424374945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/sucked-life-out-of-me.html' title='Sucked the life out of me'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3981840922765357723</id><published>2009-01-12T09:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:34:23.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiney and bitchy</title><content type='html'>I feel as thou all I did last week was whine and bitch about everything. I hate being that way. I want to reassure my readers/followers that is not how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I love being pregnant. I've had a few minor setbacks, but nothing that I couldn't handle. I am sure I will change my mind in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, 15 weeks to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3981840922765357723?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3981840922765357723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3981840922765357723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3981840922765357723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3981840922765357723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/whiney-and-bitchy.html' title='Whiney and bitchy'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-188681355437166696</id><published>2009-01-08T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:37:42.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*#%^*&amp;@%!!^%*</title><content type='html'>Is how I feel most days. People just seriously piss me the fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a serious case of road rage. I have found a new love for the horn and my middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People at the grocery store, OMFG, don't even get me started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who call the office and cant spit out what they want to say or say WAY too much. And people who repeat what I say with a snarky attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get this one. B, when he doesn't agree with me or see things my way. Doesn't he know his life would be so simple if he would just say "yes, honey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only half kidding about that last one. B has been so good with my emotions and mood swings. He even knows when to take me out to dinner vs me cooking. God love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-188681355437166696?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/188681355437166696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=188681355437166696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/188681355437166696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/188681355437166696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='*#%^*&amp;@%!!^%*'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6514908949359767056</id><published>2009-01-08T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:27:40.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Week Belly Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 weeks and 4 days along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SWYpZ5H71TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/THYYo39TeuI/s1600-h/pictures250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960337200796978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SWYpZ5H71TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/THYYo39TeuI/s200/pictures250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6514908949359767056?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6514908949359767056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6514908949359767056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6514908949359767056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6514908949359767056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/24-week-belly-picture.html' title='24 Week Belly Picture'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGxjPMgxGP8/SWYpZ5H71TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/THYYo39TeuI/s72-c/pictures250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6073525979692490168</id><published>2009-01-07T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:41:09.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at the doctors appointment they asked if I had any weird cravings.&lt;br /&gt;Is that not a loaded question to ask a pregnant lady? And seriously, what constitutes "weird"?&lt;br /&gt;What may seem "weird" to a non pregnant woman may be totally "normal" to a pregnant person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will classify this as weird: I once had a friend who, when pregnant with her first, was ADDICTED to Doritos and oatmeal. Not weird right. Well she scooped the oatmeal WITH the Doritos. ***shudders*** The more I think about it, I don't know whether to classify it as weird or disgusting. I'm thinking the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I can say that I have NOT had any weird cravings. Its either I want this and have to have it now. Or nothing sounds good. I've even made dinner and then decided that it didn't sound good. So I made something else for me. B thinks I am so odd for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I am addicted to (this week):&lt;br /&gt;Popsicles&lt;br /&gt;Chips and salsa&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Milk&lt;br /&gt;Oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, nothing weird there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update next week when the list changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6073525979692490168?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6073525979692490168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6073525979692490168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6073525979692490168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6073525979692490168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-316152743154956768</id><published>2009-01-07T09:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:51:14.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are my feet pregnant too?</title><content type='html'>For real! I put my shoes on this morning and I thought the sides were going to blow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am starting to go downhill.&lt;br /&gt;**sigh**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-316152743154956768?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/316152743154956768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=316152743154956768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/316152743154956768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/316152743154956768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-my-feet-pregant-too.html' title='Are my feet pregnant too?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-88838857715876817</id><published>2009-01-07T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:47:14.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you dont know</title><content type='html'>In case you don't know the terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick breakdown. I know some of my family is reading this say FU... what? Goddamn test? What is she talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f/u = Follow up&lt;br /&gt;GD = Gestational Diabetes&lt;br /&gt;DH = Dear Husband&lt;br /&gt;WTF = What the Fuck/Where the fuck&lt;br /&gt;AYKM = Are you kidding me&lt;br /&gt;BRU = Babys R Us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-88838857715876817?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/88838857715876817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=88838857715876817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/88838857715876817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/88838857715876817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-case-you-dont-know.html' title='In case you dont know'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-3422708446763871224</id><published>2009-01-07T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:51:27.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>f/u to yesterday's post</title><content type='html'>Apparently what I have is normal. **Yea, OK.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc said it should correct itself. I would like to know when.&lt;br /&gt;He said I have a lot going on and the baby is growing at a faster rate and I have more fluids and blood pumping thru my body. Nothing to worry about. Just take it easy and make sure I am eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also decided to send me now vs later to get my GD test done. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, everything is perfect and right on schedule. Baby Cakes of course did not cooperate and the Doc had to chase the baby around the find the heartbeat, which was a perfect 145.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-3422708446763871224?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/3422708446763871224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=3422708446763871224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3422708446763871224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/3422708446763871224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/fu-to-yesterday-post.html' title='f/u to yesterday&apos;s post'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759820243904243101.post-6714254933790286629</id><published>2009-01-06T08:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:54:31.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its always something</title><content type='html'>I have been sick since Christmas Eve. Started with a sore throat and just got worse from there.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to suck it up and head into the family doctor.&lt;br /&gt;A mild case of strep and a Upper Respiratory Infection. AYFKM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't breathe, my throat was on fire and for a few days I had no voice.&lt;br /&gt;A low dose Z pack to the rescue. Finally feeling 98% better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that weren't enough for me to handle, I now have a case of the dizzies. Almost slight case of vertigo. I prolly shouldn't be driving, but I can not depend on other people to drive me to and from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a OB appt today. Hopefully they can figure out WTH is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
try {
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-11473235-1");
pageTracker._trackPageview();
} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759820243904243101-6714254933790286629?l=mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/feeds/6714254933790286629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759820243904243101&amp;postID=6714254933790286629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6714254933790286629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759820243904243101/posts/default/6714254933790286629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlebabycake.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-always-something.html' title='Its always something'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131136324712705193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
