tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11173973842012883932024-03-13T06:31:39.338-07:00Diapers and DimplesBrittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-15608144868989050102013-04-30T11:32:00.004-07:002013-04-30T11:32:46.056-07:00The first few days home with a newborn and my adventures with breast feeding.Well our baby girl is 9 weeks old today! Growing up <strong>WAY</strong> too fast! She's already changed so much, it's hard to believe. I guess now it's about time to blog about her first few days home....<em> not that I'm blogging on the clock or anything</em>. :)<br />
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She was <strong>SUCH</strong> a good girl in the hospital. She barely cried at all, only when they would check her temp (she didn't like the cold thermometer). She had lost a little more weight than they wanted her to while we were in the hospital. She went from 7, 11 to right at 7. They said it was normal and didn't see any cause for concern, but to bring her in on Friday (we went home on Thursday) for a weight check. Anyways, we were <strong>really</strong> excited about what a good baby we had!<br />
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And then we brought her home...<br />
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The first <em>day</em> was pretty good. She cried some, but we figured it was her getting used to a new place...makes sense, right? She slept most of the day, as newborns do. We let her hang out in her swing, which she loved! <br />
My best friend for over 20 years was on her way from Atlanta to see us! I was <strong>so excited</strong>! Couldn't wait to show off our lil bundle of joy.<br />
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About 9pm or so, after Sarah had arrived, Riley started <strong>SCREAMING</strong> bloody murder. It was horrendous! I've never heard anything that awful in my entire life. She wanted to eat all the time, and I was exhausted from trying to breast feed constantly. <br />
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She. Just. Wouldn't. Stop.<br />
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By midnight she was crying, I was crying, Tony was crying and the house was in such disarray...it was pitiful. Luckily Sarah and Mama took her from us. They told us to sleep (which I couldn't really do anyway, but we tried at least).<br />
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She cried all night. We basically took shifts rocking her and walk-bouncing. I was trying to feed her just about every 45 minutes.<br />
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Looking in her eyes, I was starting to see some yellowish hue in the corners. That, my friends, is a sign of starvation. I panicked. <br />
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The next morning when we took her into lactation for her weight check, our poor little girl had lost over a pound in one day. She was <strong>starving</strong> and I wasn't producing milk.<br />
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I felt SO awful. All I kept worrying about was having a "fussy baby," and how that was going to impact US. I felt totally and completely guilty. It was MY fault.... But I had to own up to the fact that there was <strong>NOTHING</strong> I could have done to prevent that. <br />
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We rented a breast pump and started her on formula to get her weight back up. After that she was a whole new kid! Over the weekend she was back up to a few ounces shy of her birth weight. My milk started to come in (with the help of a pump) but it was still a very low supply.<br />
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Long story short, my adventures with breast feeding didn't last very long. I have next to nothing in terms of supply. I'm not beating myself up over it though. Geniuses are formula fed everyday. :)Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-11923633581178748282013-04-02T13:53:00.000-07:002013-04-12T08:06:01.350-07:00Labor and delivery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Six weeks later, I am ready (well, have the time) to tell the world about my thirteen hours of labor and delivery. Yeah....thirteen hours....<br />
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</div><div>Okay so let's start with the night before she was born...2/25/13. Surprise surprise, it was a full moon.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I was 2 days past my due date, and felt like a freaking WHALE. My hormones had definitely taken over any sort of rational thinking I could have possibly formed. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Tony and I were laying in bed, around 10 pm, and I LOST IT. I completely fell apart. I was freaking out about labor and the pain, and wether or not she was ever going to come out of there! Poor Tony, he was so great during the entire pregnancy. He held me, I'm sure trying not to laugh (in hindsight, I'm sure it was pretty hilarious). He reminded me that "those have been coming out of there for millions of years," and that I was only 2 days past the due date...not 2 years. He definitely made me feel better.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I had been restless for days. I lost my mucus plug about 4 days before that night, so I was on pins and needles waiting for any signs of labor at all. A few days before, I was in a lot of pain and actually thought I was going into labor. The pain was really consistent, not an ebb and flow like contractions. I took a hot shower, and the pain went away. I'm guessing it was Braxton-Hicks contractions. Who knows.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Like I said, I was restless. T was sound asleep, and I was up watching Roseanne (my allllll time</div><div>favorite show). I finally turned the tv off around 1am, thinking I could finally get some sleep.<br />
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I woke up to some slight pain around 2, 2:30 am. It was not too bad, so I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. A few minutes later, the pain was back. Was this labor? Were these contractions? The pain went away again. I decided to start timing the pain.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Then 10 minutes...more intense pain.</div><div><br />
</div><div>7 minutes.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Holy crap OUCH!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Time to wake up Daddy!</div><div><br />
</div><div>I rubbed his head, and gently woke him up. "Honey, I think we're gonna have a baby today..." "Oh....okay..." annnnd he went right back to sleep. He's the hardest person in the world to wake up. I let him be for a few minutes. I got up, turned the lights on, and tried to remain calm. I didn't want to get everyone stirred up if it was a false alarm. </div><div><br />
</div><div>The next contractions were MUCH more painful. Tony got up. He started timing them and I walked around in circles, bending and stretching, trying to ease the pain. The contractions started coming between three and five minutes apart, it was time to wake up my mom and call the doctor.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I got Dr. Bolton's voicemail....I wasn't surprised. It wasn't even 5 am yet. I took a shower to try to ease the pain, it helped but noooootttttt much. We still hadn't heard from the doctor and my contractions were consistently three minutes apart. I didn't know if my water had broken, since I didn't know what that felt like. I was peeing CONSTANTLY while I was in the shower...so for all I know....<br />
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We decided to head to the hospital...we were both worried that the baby would come while we waited to hear from the doctor.<br />
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The sun was starting to come up, and my contractions were getting intense. We were enjoying the last few minutes of life as just the two of us, in between my crippling pain. I had just gotten through a bad one, but we were less than half a mile from the hospital. Tony looks at me and says, "I'm hungry. Do you mind if we swing through chick fil a real quick?"<br />
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Seriously?<br />
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SERIOUSLY?!?!<br />
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I said, "I mean......I guess so......" Thinking he would hear the utter bitchiness and disdain in my voice.<br />
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Nope. He drove right on in. I was SO pissed! When he was ordering he actually asked me if I wanted anything to eat.....really!? He said, "I'll just get you a lemonade."<br />
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I. Was. So. Pissed.<br />
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It's pretty funny now I suppose. I was definitely ready to kill him and the over zealous girl at the window. Of course I was having a contraction the second we pulled to the window. I had to grit my teeth and stare our the window, clinching my fists, trying not to scream obscenities at the top of my lungs. <br />
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We got to the hospital a little before 6 am. We found the closest nurses station and got checked in. They found Dr. Bolton for us, since we still hadn't heard from her.<br />
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They took me into a triage room and hooked me up to all these machines, to measure contractions and both our heartbeats. I was having a contraction as they were hooking me up to the monitors. They told me they would come back around 8:30am and check me again, but I was about 4 cm at that time.<br />
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The contractions were getting stronger and stronger. No one was coming to offer me any medicine or check on me or anything! I was getting super pissed. I wanted my damn epidural!<br />
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By this time, all of my besties were awake and informed, and all our parents had arrived. Finally, after damn near breaking Tony's fingers, a nurse came in. This fool tried to tell me that I wasn't having any contractions.<br />
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Excuse me?<br />
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Tony said there was no way, as I was lying there, crying and sweating. "Y'all just aren't getting them on your monitor!"<br />
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Which was the truth. Damn technology.<br />
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Finally the doctor arrived. She checked me and I was at 6 cm. Everyone was pretty amazed at how well I was handling the pain. The way I see it, I can handle anything for thirty seconds. The problem was that the time in between contractions was getting shorter and shorter, so I didn't have time to recover.<br />
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At some point, my mom, dad and Tony's stepmom were in the room. I REALLY wasn't in the mood for visitors. Mom was being mom and trying to read the print out of my contractions. My dad remarked, "oh here we go...the surgeon general over here..." Tony's stepmom laughed. Mom was paying no attention to me, and I started to have a really bad contraction. After I was a good 10 seconds into it (and gritting my teeth), mom said, "oh Brittany, you're having a contraction..." and tried to grab my hand. I said, "no shit!" and slapped the crap out of her hand. Tony tried to warn her not to touch me. Too late. I didn't really mean to....but she should have listened! Sandy and my dad laughed...I would have too in retrospect. <br />
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Anyways, they wheeled me into labor and delivery. I was having the worst contractions at that time. Our parents were hovering in the hall outside the room. I started having a contraction, and I was doing everything I could to not scream or cry in front of them. It wasn't easy.<br />
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Dr. Bolton came in and said she was going to go ahead and break my water to speed up the process. I really didn't want to take any pitocin...the less drugs the better. Anyway, her breaking my water was AWFUL. It really, really hurt. I didn't expect it to be that bad...but after she broke it, the pain of contractions subsided a little bit.<br />
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I had about 4 more bad contractions after that before the anesthesiologist came in for my epidural. I have never been more excited to be stuck with a needle! Ya know, at the childbirth class, they told us the epidural is sometimes the worst part of the whole labor process. They said the needle sometimes would make dad's pass-out! It honestly wasn't bad AT ALL. It didn't hurt worse than getting blood drawn. <br />
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All I can say is THANK GOD FOR EPIDURALS. I was 7 cm before I had mine, and it wasn't by choice that I went that far without it. It was a full moon that night, and there were SEVERAL other women in labor. Anyways, I don't have a clue why anyone wouldn't get an epidural. It was amazing...in less than 30 seconds, the pain was cut in half! After it kicked all the way in, for about 20 minutes I felt really drugged out. Some of our family came in, and I know they were laughing at me. After they left, I actually took a nap. When I woke up, I didn't feel drugged anymore...I actually felt NORMAL. I even asked my nurse if I was having contractions. She laughed and said, "yeah, and if you think you felt bad before...just be glad you're not feeling these!"<br />
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The epi did make mine and the baby's blood pressure to drop a little bit, which is common. They gave me some meds and it came right back up on both of us, no biggie.<br />
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I had my Dave Matthews Band station playing on Pandora basically the whole time I was in the delivery room. I definitely recommend having some sort of music playing that you enjoy. It makes the experience more bearable.<br />
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Let's skip ahead...<br />
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Around 3pm I was fully dilated and the baby was positioned correctly. I was starting to feel pressure, but not pain. The doctor told me that was good because it would help me feel where to push. She told me we were going to start pushing, but that process (especially with first time moms) can take over 2 hours. So we did a practice round, so I could know what to expect. I got the hang of it pretty quickly...and so did Daddy. He was SUCH a great coach! <br />
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I was worried that he would be be grossed out by the whole process...but he definitely wasn't. He just said it was absolutely amazing to see his future wife bring his daughter into this world. Melt my heart...but more on that later.<br />
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I started to feel pain, so the nurse said I should go ahead and press my "happy button," to get some more of the epidural meds. She said it would take about 20 minutes for the medicine to kick in, and that would be when I was actively pushing....<br />
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Well, five minutes later...I was actively pushing. Tony was an amazing coach! He was great at keeping the count and holding my legs. As usual, he read me perfectly. He knew when to get me to push one more time, and when to let me rest. I was worried that he would get grossed out by the whole thing or wouldn't be able to handle it. He still says it's the most amazing thing he's ever seen. <3<br />
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Twenty minutes later, our baby girl had FINALLY arrived! 7 pounds, 11 ounces, 19 inches long...born at 3:27 pm. The first thing I checked was to make sure she was a girl. Weeks before she came everyone kept joking about how funny it would be with all this pink if I ended up having a boy. No...that would NOT be funny.<br />
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She was perfect. I instantly fell in love. It was the most amazing experience ever.<br />
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Since I initiated my second dose on my epi about 20 minutes before that, I was shaking VIOLENTLY. I couldn't control it AT ALL. My body was basically in shock, but I felt no pain. I was high on love. :)<br />
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I didn't even feel any of the afterbirth or anything like that. We were too busy staring at the life we had created to be worried with anything like that. I didn't want them to take her away from me, but my shaking was making her nervous. So they took her and cleaned her (and me) up.<br />
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I have NEVER been so happy in my entire life. It was truly awesome! We were both overcome with love and joy...I get chills thinking about it.<br />
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Her temp was a little low, so they had to keep her under the warmer in the room for a little bit. That made for a good time to start bringing in the parade of onlookers that had amassed in the waiting room. Tony went out to let them know she was here. He made a video of it, it was so sweet. <br />
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They all erupted in cheers when he said, "7 pounds, 11 ounces, 19 inches long." All and all we had my mom, dad, tony's mom, dad, step mom, my brother, sister in law, their 4 kids, my sister, her girlfriend, tony's sister, brother in law, and their 2 kids. 17 people waiting there all day. We felt so loved and supported.<br />
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Once I was all cleaned up, everyone started coming in. It was convenient that she was under the warmer and didn't need to be picked up. I wasn't a fan of having her passed around right away. Everyone was so happy...there were a lot of tears and pictures<br />
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Considering I was in labor for THIRTEEN HOURS, I wasn't really in that much pain. Really guys...I don't know if I was just a different case or what...but it really wasn't that bad! Don't get me wrong, I would have NEVER done that without an epidural... but it wasn't nearly as bad as I though it would be! I had a handful of godawful contractions, and the time in between pushing out her head and the rest of her was really uncomfortable but that's it. The only time I took any pain meds afterwards was to sleep because the nurse told me, "c'mon girl...take it so you can get some sleep."<br />
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My doctor told me it couldn't have gone any better. I lost very little blood, didn't tear, and they didn't have to cut me. I stopped bleeding about 4 or 5 days later. <br />
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We spent 2 nights in the hospital, which is standard. The entire staff at DCH Northport was EPIC. They couldn't have been better. We were both very, very happy with the whole experience.<br />
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The whole time we were there, we had visitors in and out loving on us and our girl. Once her temp came up, she had no more problems while we were in the hospital. Once we got home, well, that's a different story.<br />
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Phew... finally 6 weeks later I complete the labor and delivery entry. Maybe now I can get caught up on the rest of her life so far. I'm tellin' ya, there is VERY little spare time when dealing with a newborn. It's challenging but SO rewarding. We are adjusting very well to life as parents. Every day we learn something new. We definitely don't have all the answers, but we're making it work. More on that later. I'm so glad I've FINALLY blogged the whole experience out. It's something I don't ever want to forget. <3Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-47714176881846771332013-04-02T10:54:00.000-07:002013-04-02T10:54:10.453-07:00Newborns take precedent over blogging....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well, I'm a mommy! Riley is 5 weeks old today. I keep meaning to blog, but she keeps me so busy. She's taking a good nap now, so I am going to do my best to catch up. I want to keep my blog entries categorized, so this is pretty much a pointless post. My next post is going to be about my THIRTEEN HOUR labor and delivery....so enjoy that.<br />
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Thanks for sticking with me, guys. I'm back, ready to conquer the bloggisphere!</div>
Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-77491000304994198322013-02-24T09:01:00.001-08:002013-02-24T09:01:36.883-08:00Smothered and covered.Well, Riley's due date has come and gone. I'm really just annoyed with the whole situation right now. Let me explain...<br />
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I'm feeling COMPLETELY smothered. I feel like everyone has put me in a glass bubble. I understand it's just that everyone is concerned and excited but I'm SO over it. <br />
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When I do get sleep, I'm woken up by calls and texts asking how I'm feeling and where the baby is. Where the hell do you think she is? Geeze...<br />
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Do people, particularly in my family, really think that they won't get notified as soon as something happens?! I'm so over it. Everyone is telling me what to do to bring her out...yeah, I read the same crap you did on the Internet. Let's see if I can cover it- walk, squats, spicy food, sex, riding in the car, hot showers... Anything else?<br />
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I know people are trying to be helpful but I just want to be left alone right now. I know the support is there and I appreciate it. I just want some space. <br />
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Last night my mom literally asked me if I wanted her to sleep on the floor in our room.............. Really?<br />
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Thankfully Tony hasn't become overprotective. He is concerned and ready to help, but he's not smothering me. I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. <br />
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I am sitting here on our bed, waiting til I can't stand it anymore to go in the kitchen to get something to eat because I just DON'T want to be asked how I'm feeling. <br />
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I am uncomfortable, swollen and annoyed. Anything else?<br />
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I have lost my mucus plug... Came out late Friday night and Saturday morning. Mine wasn't bloody or anything, just looked like thick snot. Yummy... Anyways from what I've read and heard from other mommies... That's no way to determine when labor will begin. It could be a week, a day or an hour. Gotta love the exact science of pregnancy. More later. Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-32312086433615887122013-02-20T08:30:00.001-08:002013-02-20T08:30:19.171-08:00It's almost time!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So here we are....Tomorrow is 40 weeks (but my due date isn't til the 23rd...?)! Anyways, I'm just patiently....or not so patiently... awaiting the contractions. I decided that I'm keeping track of how many times I go to the bathroom today. Since I woke up (2 hours ago), I've already gone 5 times. Tons of fun.<br />
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No labor signs yet. I've got a lot of pressure, but no actual contractions. I go back to the doctor in the morning. Last thursday I was a little over 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced. Pray for progress!<br />
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I finished the main painting for Riley's room last night. Gonna hang it today, then all the nursery lacks is the curtains. I hope the lady making them will be done tomorrow. I really want to have everything finished tomorrow at the latest. We'll see.<br />
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I'll post pictures of the nursery once it's as close to done as possible. I'm really proud of it. It's turned out super cute! Girly, but not too girly. Love it!<br />
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I started maternity leave on Monday. I got to the point where I just couldn't function at work anymore. I wasn't focused. Plus I've just been really annoyed with the run-around I've been given there. "Oh you're going to be manager in November.....well, definitely December.....Okay we're shooting for the 1st week in January.....how about early May?" WHAT THE F#CK!? So here I am, with no income while I'm out on leave. Awesome. If we weren't living with mom and dad, who knows what we would do. I'm so thankful for them. I need to be more appreciative.<br />
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In other news, I've been getting these little bumps on my chest. At first I thought they were just little zits, but they are more like skin tags. My mom said to just use tweezers to pull them off. Ouch. The restless legs have calmed down considerably. That's a plus! I've been trying not to, but my doctor says I can take Benadryl every night if I want to....to help with sleeplessness and restlessness. I'm just not a fan of taking medication if it's not completely necessary. Plus, it makes it harder for me to wake up when I have to pee...so I end up rushing, and usually not making it all the way to the toilet. Awesome...<br />
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My feet are SO swollen. Mom keeps telling me we're going to get pedicures...I really need some pampering. My hands are swollen, too. Ughhh. I'm definitely over that.<br />
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I got my hair done last Thursday. Our hair dresser came to our house! Sweet. I've been on this red kick lately, but this time it's a little too red. I like it, but not all that much. I wanted it to be darker than this. Oh well, gotta deal with it for now. Maybe I'll just wash it a few more times to see if some of it comes out.<br />
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I know I say this just about every blog entry lately, but I'm SO over being pregnant! I'm tired but restless, emotional and annoyed. All I really want to do is lay in bed, eat green apples with crunchy peanut butter, and watch crime dramas all day.<br />
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I'll try my best to update tomorrow...that is unless we get sent to the hospital a little early! :)</div>
Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-81249527035193141772013-02-01T13:32:00.003-08:002013-02-01T13:32:59.499-08:0037 weeks pregnant, we have reached full term!Wow...I have a full term baby in my belly!<br />
<br />I went back to the doctor today, we are right on schedule with 37 weeks! I can't believe I'll be a <strong>mom</strong> in 3 weeks! Holy crap!<br />
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She is head down and dropping! Heart rate is 150! Everything is going smoothly. According to "statistics," Riley is right at 6 pounds and 19 inches! My little peanut! Let's hope she doesn't get tooooooo much bigger. *Fingers crossed!*<br />
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I've gained about 25 pounds. <strong>ICK.</strong> My doctor commended me on how well I've done, though. She said I've done <strong>extremely </strong>well the whole time! That made me feel great. I had a lofty goal of trying to gain only 10 pounds...whoops. She said the weight gain is <em>fine</em>, and with breastfeeding, I should have no problem getting it right back off.<br />
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That made me feel really, really good.<br />
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Time for a confession... around 5 am I woke up and was <strong>dying</strong> to pee...I didn't make it all the way there. -___- I let a little loose a little too soon. I just had to laugh at myself. These things happen. Mom says it's payback from when she was pregnant with me.<br />
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At least I don't have hemorrhoids.<br />
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<em>God, don't let those be my famous last words....</em>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-29537985641347183952013-01-30T15:37:00.001-08:002013-01-30T15:37:57.796-08:0025 things I want to teach our daughter.<span style="font-family: inherit;">I guess I've been listy lately....here's another one!</span><br />
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Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-90392554622466932552013-01-26T11:04:00.001-08:002013-01-26T11:04:09.511-08:0025 things I won't miss about being pregnant...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Alright we're at 36 weeks....I think it's time for another list. :)<br />
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<strong><u>Here's 25 things I won't miss about being pregnant.</u></strong><br />
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1. Morning sickness...."just the first trimester" my ass.<br />
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2. Random people thinking it's okay to touch my belly. Uhm, ever hear of <strong>personal space?</strong> <br />
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3. The swelling. I have sausage fingers and I'm pretty sure my feet can pass for boulders.<br />
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4. The increased blood flow. I've had more nosebleeds during this pregnancy than I have in the last 10 years.<br />
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5. Not being able to take any of the <em>good </em>medicine. If I could just take some aspirin or ibuprofen from time to time...<br />
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6. No wine. If you have read more than 2 of my blog entries, you know I'd kill for a glass of moscatto right now.<br />
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7. Not being able to sleep on my stomach.<br />
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8. Getting up 98503495 times a night to pee.<br />
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9. Restless leg syndrome...sadly I hear this may never go away.<br />
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10. Peeing on myself if I so much as breathe too hard...<br />
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11. Awkward sex positions.<br />
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12. People saying things like, "omg you look like you're about to pop!" "you look so uncomfortable." "Girl, I'm glad I'm not you!" Really? Thanks.<br />
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13. Getting kicked in the ribs. People keep telling me that's the one thing I'll miss, having her <em>right there. </em>I get that, I'm just tired of getting kicked all the time.<br />
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14. Not being able to go more than an hour away from the hospital.<br />
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15. All the doctor visits.<br />
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16. <strong><u>HEARTBURN CONSTANTLY!</u></strong><br />
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17. Not being able to bend over all the way.<br />
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18. Feeling like a lazy bum.<br />
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19. The hormones and crying at the site of an ASPCA commercial...<br />
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20. The pain in my hips!<br />
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21. The forgetfulness.<br />
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22. Being uncomfortable in the car...ughhh.<br />
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23. The constant worry about everything I eat or drink. <br />
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24. My extra-super-short fuse.<br />
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25. <strong><u>BEING PREGNANT.</u></strong><br />
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Don't get excited... I <em>really </em>don't think I'll be able to come up with 25 things I will miss about being pregnant... I guess we'll reevaluate that once Riley gets here.</div>
Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-46696221090776172132013-01-22T13:51:00.004-08:002013-01-22T13:51:53.336-08:005, 4, 3, 2, 1......I had my 35 week check-up last Thursday. Things are looking good! Everything is right where it needs to be, so that's good. The doctor told me not to go more than an hour away from the hospital, so we didn't get to go to the beach. Boooo... :( The last thing I need is to go into labor then have to sit in a car for 6 hours while T freaks out. No thanks!<br />
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It actually snowed the day of the appointment. T and I watched movies and ate krispy kreme doughnuts. <strong>SO GOOD</strong>! <br /><br />We <em>thoroughly</em> enjoyed our time off together. We both really needed it. We are recharged and getting through these last few weeks before D-day.<br />
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We had to reschedule our child birthing class. We were supposed to go to the 4 hour class last Saturday, but one of T's uncle's had a heart attack. Thankfully he's doing well, but I needed T's full attention and, for obvious reasons, his mind was somewhere else.<br />
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So we have our 4 hour child birthing class next Saturday, and I have a breast feeding class the following Saturday. Can't think of a more exciting way to spend those afternoons...ha! Truthfully, the information is VERY valuable, and it is important we attend...so I'm looking forward to it.<br />
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Riley has flipped! I can tell because the last few days she has been kicking the CRAP out of my ribs! A few nights ago, she got the hiccups. It was so sweet. We could feel 'em and it definitely melted her daddy's heart.<br />
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I can't wait to be a mommy! I can't wait to see what our baby girl looks like and hold her in my arms. I can't wait for the love of my life to become a father, and watch as he falls in love with this being that <strong>we</strong> created. My cup overflows.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-1149670847916783162013-01-16T15:28:00.004-08:002013-01-16T15:28:46.449-08:0035 weeks pregnant...Wow, guys. I'm the worst blogger in the history of blogging. My bad.<br />
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We've been SUPER busy with everything baby! It's getting really close to time for our lil princess to make her grand entrance into this world! I'm so pumped!<br />
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Tony's sister threw Riley a baby shower last weekend. It was <strong>WONDERFUL</strong>! We have so much to be thankful for...especially our amazing family and friends. Riley has more than what she needs. We are truly blessed.<br />
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My proverbial "fuse" is getting shorter and shorter by the day. I cry at the drop of a hat, too. I know it's just my hormones...but it <em>SUCKS</em>! I'm so ready to be done with this pregnancy.<br />
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Speaking of that...are there <em>really</em> women out there that miss being pregnant after the baby comes? Bump that.... it's for the birds! I want our baby to get her butt here so I can dress her in all her cute outfits!<br />
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....which she has <strong>WAY</strong> too many of!<br />
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Anyways, I go back to the doctor tomorrow for a checkup. Hopefully everything is still right on schedule! I'm taking the rest of the week off...some R & R before R gets here :) <em>see what I did there? ha...</em><br />
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T has the time off, too. Hopefully we can head to the beach for a few days...that is if the doctor gives us the okay to travel. I really don't think it will happen. I know I've still got several weeks before her due date....well, 5...but I just have this feeling that she's gonna come early.<br />
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Holy shit....five. more. weeks.<br />
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The heartburn is still unbelievable. It's incredibly hard to get up and down out of bed or sitting. Sex is getting more and more awkward for me...just because I'm so big and uncomfortable. <br />
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I am sleeping pretty good, except for the 92384 times I have to get up to pee every night. I usually end up sleeping on my side. The back is not comfortable. The constipation is back. YAY...<br />
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Other than that, we're doing great! I'm craving ice....just ice. It could be worse!<br />
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If I could have ANYTHING in the world right now...it would be a huge <strike>glass</strike> bottle of Moscatto. I would be so content with life. :)Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-10312262577730321902012-12-12T13:36:00.002-08:002012-12-12T13:36:43.946-08:00Don't really need to pay attention to the alarm...wake up slowI don't understand people that just perpetuate bad moods. It's really annoying, and has the tendency to put me in a bad one. I'm really not a fan.<br />
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Anyways, what's up guys?<br />
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I've had a decent day so far. Work is incredibly slow... I'm basically blogging to stay awake. <br />
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Yesterday T and I decided it was time for us to be more "grown-up." We need to start getting on a better schedule so we will be able to put Riley on one as well. Today was day one and it went surprisingly well! T has to be at work at 9, so I started waking him up at 6. We both have the same problem...which is staying in bed until the last possible second. I told him we just had to start "waking up slow." Jack Johnson would be so proud.<br />
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First alarm went off at 6, we snoozed it twice. After that I told him he had to sit up and I turned the tv on. I got us both some coffee, and made him eggs and toast. He made it to the gym, and had a good 45 minutes to work out. He came back, showered, and got ready for work.<br />
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He left with plenty of time to make it to work, and even remarked how much better he felt! I think we found what works! I just have to make him....well, us...stick to it. :)<br />
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Not gonna lie...since I didn't have to be at work til 11 today, I totally went back to sleep. <br />
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On my lunch break I finally cleaned my car. Still can't get the pickle smell out of it... moving sucks! I want it to look nice for our road trip to Auburn this weekend. It's time for me to be a 7 month pregnant bridesmaid.... I can't WAIT to see how these pictures turn out... :)Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-17429800703723627642012-12-11T14:20:00.003-08:002012-12-11T14:20:49.368-08:00That's what she said...So it's been a stressful couple of weeks. I feel like I've been stretched in 1,000 different directions. Finally I've got a half a second to catch up on blogging.<br />
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Tony's birthday was last week. We had a really good time having dinner with both of our families at one of our favorite Italian restaurants. It was nice to be with everyone and celebrate. It was, however, right in the middle of us moving out of our apartment.<br />
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I can't tell you how ready I was to get the hell out of that dump. I know, I know... I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Country Club, but my God...by the end of it I was just ready to blow it up.<br />
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We ended up having so many problems in that place! The mold, the leaks, the bugs, the brown water, the broken toilet...just....everything. I had such a weight lifted off of my shoulders when I dropped the key in the box for the last time. I don't think I could have taken it another month.<br />
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I'm in the process of writing up a review on the place...it's not going to be entirely positive.<br />
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Since T had to work all last week, I did most of the packing and arranging the move. I ended up making myself sick over it...missed 2 days of work. I was just SO exhausted by 5 pm Saturday. We ended up having to rent 2 uhauls to get everything done.<br />
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I will say this for my baby, he would kick it into gear when he got home from work. He did all of the heavy lifting and moving to storage. He's amazing.<br />
We sold a lot of the furniture and stuff we had acquired over the last year. I wasn't broken hearted to see it go. We still got a storage unit...and it's full. I can't believe how much stuff we accumulated in the last year. Good grief.<br />
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So far it's been relatively stress free living with my parents. We're just all so cramped in that apartment. The good news is that my mom and I found a house that we can all comfortably live in and it's much more comparable to how they were living before the fire! It's a 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath garage house with a $370k price tag. The guy is willing to lease it to my folks for $2500 a month, which is actually cheaper than what they are paying in that stupid apartment.<br />
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Ya know, I've lived in some crappy apartments in my day. Hell, that's what college is all about! You would think with a $2600 price tag that this place would be amazing.....uh, no. It's awful! They have more of a noise problem than I have ever had anywhere I lived. It's not ideal to say the least.<br />
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Anyways, the lease has a buy-out option at the end of the year, so if my parents want to make it their permanent home all they have to do is sign! It makes it convenient...they have a year to live there and decide if it is something they would want to permanently pursue. We can decide what to keep, what to change with no rush. It's a much better situation than what's going on now. We move in January 1. The day before my birthday. :)<br />
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I feel so awful for everything my parents have had to go through in the last few months. Hell, the last two years have been no picnic for the Greer's. Needless to say, I'm ready for 2013 and a fresh start. Bring it!Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-11047189642050603682012-12-05T10:17:00.001-08:002012-12-05T10:17:58.283-08:00My vagina has disappearedSo it's official, I can't see my vagina anymore. I. Am. So. Pregnant. <br />
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My hormones are WAY out of whack. I'm tired 99.99999% of the time. My hips are KILLING me. I'm being a raging bitch. <br />
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Ah the joys of pregnancy.... -____-<br />
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On top of all of this, we're moving this week. THAT'S tons of fun... Always. <br />
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We're actually being smart about it this time and selling most of the crap we were donated in the first place (after the tornado). We are gonna want new stuff anyway so there's no point in storing it. <br />
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We have to be out Saturday afternoon, and I'm only off on Thursday to get everything done. Tony is working. I'm probably just going to hire someone to come and get all the stuff we are keeping to put in storage. I obviously can't move anything....<br />
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I am sad to leave our first place, but we're both so ready to leave the apartment itself. It's literally falling apart. I'm so sick of it. I don't even give a shit about cleaning it at this point. <br />
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I think I have a doctors appointment tomorrow...? I'm so scatterbrained that I literally have no idea. I'll call them later. <br />
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I need a nap, y'all. Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-17313650897549719622012-11-28T15:16:00.002-08:002012-11-28T15:16:31.976-08:00Nausea, heartburn, indigestion...I've been such a slacker on this thing lately. My bad, my bad.<br />
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Things are going as smoothly as possible. Third trimester...WOO! Home stretch! I can't believe how quickly the time has gone by! We're gonna be parents soon! Holy crap....<br />
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The nausea and heartburn are back full force. I've actually thrown up a few times. Not cool. Get ready for a t.m.i. moment... I had my first hemorrhoid. OMG! It was awful. I felt like a dog, wanting to rub my ass across the carpet. <br />
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I told you it was going to be t.m.i.!<br />
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We're getting ready to move out of our townhouse, and into my parent's apartment. We're not exactly thrilled about this... I just keep telling myself it's only temporary and it is going to help us save a RIDICULOUS amount of money....but I'm just not thrilled about it. I know that once Riley gets here, we can't have sex for something like 6 weeks....but it might as well start the day we move in there. I guess that's what hotel's are for! ;) <br />
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I am grateful that my parents are willing to help us, though. It's such a blessing.<br />
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They should be knocking (what's left of) their house down sometime in the next week. It's bittersweet. I mean....I can hardly stand the thought of a wrecking ball taking out our home...but at the same time I just want it all over and done with. I want mom and dad to move on to something so much better. Right now it's just so hard to see them in that apartment that they hate... It's gonna be even more difficult once we're in there with them.<br />
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That being said we are considering saving up a few thousand and getting another apartment or something rent-to-own. Neither one of us wants to be a burden on them. With the way things are going, once I get my promotion my income will double. This will make it much easier for us to save for a down payment even having to pay rent. Our goal is to have $5000 in savings, no debt, and save up a down payment (separate from the 5k). I guess we'll reevaluate the way everything is going after the first of the year, and really get a solid plan in motion.<br />
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Tony left his second job. It was getting a little too arduous. We are 99% out of debt, and we've got some money saved up. It definitely helped us out but we need to enjoy the little time we have left with just us two. I'm looking forward to having our weekends back!<br />
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Well, football season is coming to an end. Alabama is playing Georgia in the SEC Championship this weekend! I WISH I COULD BE THERE!!!!!! I love that game. The 2009 match-up where we beat Florida (and made Tebow cry like a little bitch) was one of the best days of my life. I know, I know. I'm a super huge dork...but when you are raised with Crimson Tide football like I was, you know how special that game (and really that whole season) meant to the fans of our team. Roll tide. :)<br />
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Work has been going great! I'm just waiting on the day I get my promotion...waiting, and waiting....and waiting...... it's on the way though. I ran the property myself last week. Everything went awesome! Kicked some people out, checked some new ones in! I think the property was better off in the end of my week than it was when it started.<br />
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Tony and I are both off tomorrow for the first time in.....good lord.... I don't know how long. We're SLEEPING IN! Ahhhhh. I love that. We're going to go to his sister's house at some point. They have been collecting some baby stuff for us, so we're gonna go pick that up.<br />
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I hope everyone is doing as well as we are! Sorry for being absent lately...I promise, I'll do better. :)Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-26861847877845249342012-11-14T14:05:00.002-08:002012-11-14T14:05:42.192-08:00I get by with a little help from my friends.Hey guys, what up?<br />
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Not too much to report here. I've been super busy lately with work and just general life stuff. <br />
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Thanksgiving is right around the corner! I'm so excited to get cooking! We're having the dinner at my brother and sister-in-law's house this year. We're gonna have over 20 people there. Holy cow! It's gonna be a blast though. Can't wait to watch Christmas Vacation with the fam. It's my favorite tradition.<br />
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Well, Alabama lost to Texas A&M last Saturday. Gotta say, it hurt. I'm too emotionally invested in football, I know. It's my thing and I don't apologize for it. Roll tide!<br />
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I will say that A&M outplayed us the ENTIRE game. That QB they've got is FIERCE. He really deserves to win the Heisman. He's that good.<br />
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One thing that pissed me off more than losing the game...the comments other team's fans (particularly Auburn) were posting on facebook. Really? You're gonna laugh at US losing ONE GAME when you've only won TWO the ENTIRE SEASON? One being an OT win to a nothing school, the other being a close game to a non-conference opponent? Grow up. It's sad when the highlight of their season is us losing one game.<br />
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We lost one last season, too. Look how bad that turned out....national champs.<br />
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Anyways, I'm ranting. My bad.<br />
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I had "the crud" all last week. I'm feeling much better. Tomorrow I'm going to stop back by my doctor's office and get my flu shot. I'm also going with mom to ServPro.<br />
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They finished cleaning and repairing the contents of our house, and mom wants me there with her. It's going to be emotional to say the least. Maybe I can get a pedicure out of it? :)<br />
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Everything else is going extremely well. Work is good, and it's looking like *fingers crossed* my promotion will be coming sooner than later! God, that's such good news. I really, really hope and pray it all works out. We really need this to come through. <br />
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I'm at the point with this company that it's shit-or-get-off-the-pot time. If I don't have the promotion, or a definite date for it by the time Riley gets here, I'm going to have to start looking for something else.<br />
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The thing of it is, I do like my job. It's very rarely stressful, and I already know 99% of what the promotion will entail. When it is stressful, it's nothing I can't handle. Plus with the promotion, I will be full-time. That means if I get burned out, I can take a vacay! That will make all the difference in the world. Plus my pay will more than double, so I can't be mad at that. <br />
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It's just time for everything to go our way. We've had so much stuff go "not as planned," we could really use some positive karma. <br />
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At this point, only time will tell.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-12656768204188743882012-11-08T08:31:00.001-08:002012-11-08T08:38:09.065-08:00It's just one of those days...I feel like complete dog's ass. I am so freaking sick it's ridiculous. I've got the crud. Blahh. I was taking Tylenol cold and sinus and it wasn't doing crap.<br />
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Thankfully I had a doctor's appointment today and they informed me that I CAN take sudifed and mucinex! THANK GOD! I may be able to salvage my day after all.<br />
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Riley is developing perfectly, says Dr. Bolton. She's sitting high and in front, which is apparently what you want. Her heart rate is 156. Can't beat that!<br />
I have gained about 15 pounds. Blahhhh. I only wanted to gain 10 and I'm probably going to gain more. That. Sucks. Oh well, it's all about keeping the baby healthy so whatever works.<br /><br />I was supposed to get a flu shot today, but with me having they crud, they want me to wait and stop by sometime next week and have one. I've never had a flu shot before. I'm not a fan of them. I mentioned that and Dr. Bolton said it would be detrimental to the health of the baby if I do get the flu, so I'll just suck it up and get the shot.<br />
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Next month, when I'll be in my 3rd trimester (holy crap!), I'll have tests run to check my glucose levels (to make sure I don't have gestational diabetes) and my iron checked. Mom had GD with me, so there is a chance I could have it. The doctor said since I'm not gaining a lot of weight, there is little to no chance I'll have it.<br />
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I have to tell on myself. My nipples were hurting to badly that I bought a manual breast pump to get the milk out. I was helping with the pain. Apparently I need to stop that RIGHT NOW because it can cause contractions. Consider it stopped. She said to just find little ways to make the pain less severe- like wearing sports bras, taking showers, blah blah blah. Nothing, I mean NOTHING helps. I'm just gonna have to suck it up and deal with it.<br />
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Wahhhhh.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-59580832671550682592012-11-05T14:16:00.001-08:002012-11-05T14:16:12.724-08:0025 things that don't suck about being pregnantOkay, okay. Enough with the negative, I suppose. Let's list some of the positive things about being knocked up. I'm not promising I'll get to 50, but we'll try. :)<br />
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1. The sympathy. It's the BEST. I can blame anything on being pregnant, and get away with it! I try not to take this for granted.<br />
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2. I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want it and not get crap for it. Not saying I'm overeating (it only takes 300 extra calories a day to grow a healthy baby), but it's nice to eat cereal for dinner, followed by rainbow sherbet.<br />
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3. Feeling her kick. It's amazing to know that's our daughter in there. It's an amazing feeling.<br />
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4. Looking and buying all the cute baby gear. I'm addicted to it already!<br />
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5. The random gifts! I blogged about this a few weeks ago. It's AWESOME to get random gifts at random times. I'm definitely a fan!<br />
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6. Excited friends and family. <br />
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7. Seeing my body change.<br />
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8. Talking to my daughter and feeling her move when I do.<br />
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9. Having a legitimate excuse to get out of ANYTHING.<br />
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10. Not having to lift heavy things.<br />
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11. Having a future husband who is willing to give me massages whenever I want or need them. He's amazing!<br />
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12. My hair is growing super fast!<br />
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13. I'm much closer to Tony's family now. We were close before, don't get me wrong, but we have a bond tying us all together now. It's pretty special!<br />
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14. The look on Tony's face the first time he saw his baby on the ultrasound monitor.<br />
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15. How cute Tony is when he talks to Riley.<br />
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16. Deciding how to decorate her (future) room. Pink and grey looks to be the idea!<br />
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17. Not being concerned about my weight as much as before. I'm pregnant, it's not the time to be dieting.<br />
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18. Coming up with names was SO much fun. I think we came up with the perfect name for our lil peanut.<br />
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19. Planning future adventures for our lil family...we're saving our pennies to take Riley to the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade when she's 3. HOW FUN!<br />
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20. Deciding what kind of mother I will be. Taking the good and the bad from what Tony and I were both raised with, and deciding what will work best for us.<br />
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21. Knowing that no matter what we plan, we're really just going to wing it. I think that's the case with most parents.<br />
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22. Being excited that we're still young enough to really have fun with our lil one.<br />
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23. Pinning all the cute mommy and baby activities on pinterest. :)<br />
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24. Knowing that in a few short months, our lives are going to change forever.<br />
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25. Being in love with someone we haven't even met yet <3Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-38338946370961597442012-11-02T11:35:00.001-07:002012-11-02T11:35:43.571-07:0025 more things that suck about being pregnantI've thought of some more! Enjoy! :)<br />
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26. People, even random strangers, think it's completely acceptable to come up to me and touch my stomach. Excuse me, no. Back off.<br />
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27. Restlessness. Sleeping is a chore now, and I grab a few winks whenever I can.<br />
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28. No roller coasters or fair rides. Hmmmph.<br />
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29. You can't smoke weed. Truth be told, in college I smoked my share of the greenery. I can't tell you how much better life would be if women could smoke a little to help with the nausea. In a different world, I suppose.<br />
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30. Ankles and feet swelling. I haven't had much of that (so far) but it does make you feel cow-like.<br />
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31. My nipples CAN'T TAKE temperature change. Seriously, if the A/C kicks on at work, it's OV for me and my milk jugs. Pain, pain, pain.<br />
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32. I get slightly winded when going up the stairs. I'm not "out of shape" by any means, but Miss Riley makes it a little more difficult.<br />
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33. My fingers are swollen and my rings are super tight :(<br />
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34. I HAVE THE CRAZIEST DREAMS! A lot of them are bad or scary ones. I don't like that.<br />
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35. My legs are constantly sweaty. No clue what's up with that.<br />
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36. The cravings are coming on more and more frequently the further along I get. Abby said the word "happy" in a text, and now ALL I WANT IS A FREAKING HAPPY MEAL!<br />
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37. My tastes have dramatically changed. The thought of eating a pizza roll makes my stomach turn...but for some reason, I really want a banana.<br />
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*Side note, thank you Gwen Stefani for teaching me how to spell the word banana...but I ain't no holla back girl...*<br />
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38. It's difficult for me to sit still. I want to go run laps around the office....then take a nap...<br />
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39. My nail beds and nails are super flaky and gross. I thought prenatal vitamins were supposed to make me have super nails?<br />
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40. I would love to jump on a trampoline right now. No can do.<br />
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41. I WANT SOME SUSHI!!!!! GEEZE!!!<br />
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42. If I get upset or angry, it's "because she's pregnant." Not that I have a legitimate concern or reason to be angry or anything. Word.<br />
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43. I'm automatically the DD. I get it but geeze! Can't someone else bite the bullet with me? <br />
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44. My cute clothes don't fit anymore. I miss my skinny jeans.<br />
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45. My skin is itchy, and drinks lotion.<br />
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46. People annoy me much more easily than they did before I got knocked up.<br />
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47. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't get further than a face-to-face interview for a new job. Nobody is going to hire someone with a baby growing inside them.<br />
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48. I'm much more forgetful, and I'll go into these dazes where I have no idea what the hell is even going on. It took me like 10 minutes to type that line. Whoops.<br />
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49. I'm very judgemental of other people's parenting styles. Everything makes me say, "my kid will not do that," or "I will not be that kind of mother...no way."<br />
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50. My friends and family's feelings are directly tied into mine. If they are sad, I'm sad. If they are pissed, I'm pissed. <br />
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But for now, I'm hungry. Lunch time!Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-24030497926075239272012-11-01T22:32:00.001-07:002012-11-01T22:34:16.949-07:0025 Things that suck about being pregnant.Okay, I'm feeling listy. Here are some things, in no particular order, that truly suck about pregnancy. Enjoy!<br />
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1. Having to worry if what you're eating is bad for the baby. Seriously, there is something out there saying EVERYTHING is bad for unborn babies. I really can't have Gorgonzola on my salad? I've gotta watch out for rice? And deli meat? Geeze...<br />
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2. I'd kill for a huge glass of moscato right now. Enough said. <br />
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3. EVERYTHING gives me heartburn... Really cocoa puffs? Really?<br />
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4. No hot tubs. God forbid I boil my daughter. <br />
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5. Only 2 caffeinated drinks a day. Awesome.... <br />
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6. The only thing you can "take" is Tylenol. It's okay, I enjoy having headaches. <br />
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7. My emotions are all over the place. Did the look on my dog's face when I left for work really just make me cry the whole way there? Yeah it did. <br />
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8. MY NIPPLES ARE KILLING ME!!!!!!!<br />
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9. I'm hot allllllllll the time. <br />
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10. If I so much as breathe too hard, I pee on myself. God forbid I have to sneeze.... <br />
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11. Obvious one... The weight gain. <br />
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12. I miss the tanning bed. <br />
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13. I'm too nervous to ride my bike. Too risky. <br />
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14. Let's be honest, I was a clutz before. 1000x worse now...<br />
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15. My hip bones are achy. <br />
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16. Certain smells make my skin crawl. Okay honestly, I've always had an intense sense of smell, but you know it's bad when you know exactly what your neighbors in either apartment are cooking for any given meal. <br />
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17. Constant. Gas. <br />
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18. Constipation. <br />
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19. I can't physically sleep on my belly anymore. :(<br />
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20. Prenatal vitamins are making my skin and hair SO DRY! <br />
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21. The skin on my back is stretching to compensate for my front. It's itchy and painful. <br />
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22. Stretch marks. <br />
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23. Nothing is ever clean enough. <br />
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24. I can feel myself being a super huge pain-in-the-ass bitch, but choose to do nothing about it. <br />
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25. I'm always, just a little bit, HUNGRY!Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-82522995901925381802012-10-26T15:57:00.001-07:002012-10-26T15:57:08.438-07:00Smile like ya mean itQuick update heading into the weekend here y'all. Gonna do this one in list format.<br />
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<li>Maternity pants and a bra are about the most comfortable thing <strong><u>on the planet.</u></strong></li>
<li>I have been a <strong>raging bitch</strong> lately, <em>thank you hormones.</em></li>
<li>It's Alabama homecoming week, and it makes me <strong>proud </strong>to be an alum of the <strong>greatest </strong>university in the world!</li>
<li>Hello random cravings. Cocoa puffs and bananas, yes PLEASE!</li>
<li>Heartburn is getting worse by the day...<em>really, rainbow sherbet?</em></li>
<li>I'm <strong>so glad</strong> that I can have 2 caffeinated drinks a day. Coke, you are my savior.</li>
<li>I really don't hate my job. We've come a <em>long </em>way!</li>
<li>My friends and family have been really understanding about me not answering my phone. <strong>Trust me, </strong>you probably would prefer the silence to what could potentially come out of my mouth.</li>
<li>If I could have <strong>one thing </strong>right now, it would be a bottle of moscato...to myself.</li>
<li>Oh, and some sudafed. Thank you sinus infection.</li>
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<br />Enjoy the weekend, guys! <3Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-77602281629825323372012-10-24T10:29:00.000-07:002012-10-24T10:29:12.723-07:00Stupid is as stupid doesSo...this lady that lives in my hotel...to say she is a <strong>drain on the fabrication of America</strong> is an <strong><u>understatement!</u></strong> Seriously....her and her husband are high on god knows what 24/7, and they pay their rent with social security checks. She admittedly has "never worked a <strong>day</strong> in her life," <em>and she smells like fried chicken grease.</em><br />
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Seriously, it's disgusting.<br />
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Anyways, my job requires me to engage in somewhat pleasant banter with this woman. Let me also add that anytime I have to touch anything of hers, be it her key, money, whatever...I <strong>cover</strong> myself in hand sanitizer. <em>Bskldfjslghohgkjh.</em><br />
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She comes in about a week ago and asks if I'm pregnant...."yup." Her response? "You go girl."<br />
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<em>Really</em>?<br />
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She comes in today and asks me....get this....<em>if I have been to the doctor yet.</em><br />
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Again, <em>really? </em><br />
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I'm over <strong>halfway through </strong>my pregnancy and you ask me if I have been to the doctor <em>yet? </em>In my head I immediately start to wonder if there are women out there who just...<em>don't go.</em><br />
<br />Well, before I could even finish the thought she tells me- "my daughter got a frien' dats 9 months and she ain't even been. Says she don' wanna go. She havin stomach cramps n shit. Ain' even been to the em'urgent room or nothin."<br />
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This <strong>enraged</strong> me! How can you subject the <strong>child </strong>to that!? <strong>IT'S NOT FAIR!</strong> I mean, I understand there are people out there who don't know they're pregnant...c'mon, TLC has showed us plenty of that...but this girl <strong>knows! </strong>Okay the cost of it, right? Legitimate concern. Well, I didn't have insurance and guess what, the state is paying for it. I don't see a damn thing wrong with it either! I've been paying taxes since I was 18, and any more kids that we do have, we'll end up paying for.<br />
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The moral of this post is...ladies, <strong>go to the damn doctor! </strong>Make sure you <strong>and </strong>your baby are being well taken care of, before it's too late.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-60918936603420348342012-10-23T15:11:00.000-07:002012-10-23T15:11:08.375-07:00I'm a picker, I'm a grinner. I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner.Sorry for the lack of posts, y'all. Been a busy little B! <em>Get it, busy B... </em>Haha :)<br />
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Hope everyone has been doing well. Thanks for hanging in with me and still readin'! I appreciate it more than you know.<br />
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I'm just sitting at work right now, <em>clearly</em> using my time wisely. We are <strong>so </strong>dead. We have about 40 reservations for the weekend (Alabama homecoming, game vs Mississippi State...Roll tide!). I've already got all my reservation packets ready for 'em. Make the check-in process as quick and painless as possible, for myself and the guest. We are overbooked so....it will be a <em>fun</em> weekend...<br />
Halloween is coming up! I wish we could do something super fun, but we're working, working, working! I think T might be taking off from his 2nd job Saturday so we can go to the game at least. Hey, some Alabama football is <strong>plenty </strong>celebration for me!<br />
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Tony and I had a really meaningful week in our relationship. Everyone goes through these points in relationships where, you might not realize it at the time, but after the fact you realize whatever you're working through has made you stronger.<br />
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The long story short is that T had an issue at work that was really getting under his skin. Now, my baby is <strong>not</strong> the guy that lets <em>every little thing </em>bother him. This was a build up of <strong>a lot</strong> of shit, over an extended period of time.<br />
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When he goes through these periods (once in a blue moon), he will go through <u>every freaking emotion</u> on the spectrum in a very short period of time. All I can do it anticipate the issue, and work with him as best I can. There wasn't any denying it coming. I dealt with it as best I could, until he reached the point where he was just being a baby. <br />
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Nothing I could do or say would make him see anything but the dark cloud hanging in front of him. Finally, I had enough of trying to make him feel better...it just <strong>wasn't</strong> working! I just kinda snapped on him. Call it <em>hormones, the pregnancy, whatever</em>...I basically told him he was being a baby and he needed to man-up and realize how good we really do have it. I was <em>a little </em>harsh, but I think he needed to hear it.<br />
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The next day, we were both home for lunch and he was still pretty down. I, <em>much more calmly this time</em>, worked with him on what the issue <strong>really</strong> was. We got to the root of it. The whole time, he just wasn't understanding the psyche of these other people he works around. <br />
<br />This became a great thing for our relationship because of my degree. My whole focus of my communication degree is why people communicate (verbally and non verbally) the way they do! Had I known this was the problem from the beginning, we could have solved this before it was even an issue!<br />
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I explained some things to him that he <em>knew</em> but didn't know the term for and why people act in these certain ways. I even broke out one of my communication books and showed him scholarly examples. We <strong>really</strong> connected over it. It gave me the educational validation I needed (but didn't know I needed), and helped him see defferent, more effective ways of facing the issues that were bothering him.<br />
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In the end, we had some <strong>amazing</strong> sex, and now we're both having a much better and productive week. <br />
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I guess sometimes ya just need to<em> communicate!</em>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-1822855272604097282012-10-19T15:17:00.001-07:002012-10-19T15:17:51.683-07:00L is for the way you look at me...I have to say... being in love is such a <strong>fantastic</strong> feeling. Having your best friend beside you 24/7 is <em>amazing.</em> I really never get sick of him, it's weird in a way. I just don't understand these girls that get in "serious" relationships and mess with things in the past...ex-boyfriends, flings, crushes, crap like that. I can say this 100% honestly...I don't <em>look </em>at other guys. Now, when I say "look" I mean look as in look<em>ing</em> for something else.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, if someone is attractive, I'm not going to deny it. Tony is the same way. If there is an attractive girl around, I know it, he knows it, why fight about it? <br />
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By look I mean, I've got <strong>the love of my life</strong> right here with me, I'm good. Exs try to contact me, ignored. People try to hit on me, denied. I'm <strong>proud</strong> of what I've got, what <strong>we've </strong>got. I've got perfection, why mess with it?<br />
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My whole point in this post is, why ruin a good thing? Why mess with perfection? As soon as I knew he was the one (and I knew quickly), I became blind to advances of others. They make me <strong>sick</strong>! I get so <em>annoyed</em> when anyone even comes <strong>close </strong>to flirting with me, especially people that <strong>know</strong> how happy I am.<br />
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I've never been a cheater, never will be. I plan on getting married one time, and one time only. No divorce. No separation. After <strong>everything </strong>Tony and I have been through together, there is <strong>nothing</strong> we can't get past. We're in this relationship for a reason, God brought us together for a purpose, and I plan on spending the <strong>rest of my life</strong> finding that purpose.<br />
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Of course, we argue, fuss and fight, but who doesn't? There are no "perfect" relationships, but there are people who are <em>perfect for each other</em>, and we are <strong>definitely </strong>perfect for each other.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-32767037561525884772012-10-19T14:02:00.003-07:002012-10-19T15:30:44.045-07:0050 most awkward pregnancy portraits, ever!If you need a <strong>really </strong>good laugh...<br />
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<a href="http://worldwideinterweb.com/photos/item/1733-the-50-most-awkward-pregnancy-portraits-ever.html" target="_blank">the 50 most awkward pregnancy portraits, ever!</a><br />
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Look, I get the whole "proud of your pregnancy" thing. I really do. I have a lot of self confidence right now, myself. <br />
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<strong>BUT COME ON!!!!</strong><br />
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This crap is <em>insane.</em> I want to have some sort of pictures taken of Tony, Lily, and me and my belly, but I <strong>will </strong>be fully clothed. Period! <br />
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No horses, no drapes, and <strong>definitely </strong>no 4 lokos! <strong>Come on, girl! Get it together!</strong>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117397384201288393.post-62516248076967245782012-10-19T13:32:00.001-07:002012-11-14T14:53:21.405-08:00Crash into meHey y'all. Nothing too spectacular to update about today. Boring Thursday and Friday. Let's recap!<br />
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<strong><u>Thursday!</u></strong><br />
Thursday was actually a pretty good day! I was off, and it was <em>much</em> needed. I hung out with mom and got lunch with her. Honeybaked ham...<em>nomnomnom</em>. So goodddd! <br />
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I had my 2nd ever cavity filled yesterday. :( The other one was bogus, dead tooth. Anyways, it took less than 20 minutes to do the whole thing...then half my face was numb for 5 hours. Score.<br />
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I also had one of the <strong>best </strong>haircuts I've ever had! <strong>Seriously! </strong>If you're in the Tuscaloosa area, go see Liz at Ulta. She's <em>amazing</em>! Love her! Can't wait to go back for color. :)<br />
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Rode with T on his delivery route last night. Made some extra money, can't complain! <br />
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<strong><u>Today!</u></strong><br />
Today is <strong>boring!</strong> Not anything really going on. Work is <em>so slow!</em> I've literally been playing Bejewelled and listening to the Ralphie May station on Pandora all day.<br />
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Comedy is keeping me awake, for sure. <br />
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Mom and dad are moving into their apartment today! I'm so happy they are getting out of that hotel room, <strong>finally!</strong> One step towards normalcy.<br />
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Peace.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745098614953692631noreply@blogger.com0