<?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-20584241</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:46:36.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Third Murray......We're a Handful!</title><subtitle type='html'>Two working parents, with 3 kids under age 5!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-115582755768522174</id><published>2006-08-17T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:13:24.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time now, and I haven't posted the birth story. Life gets pretty hectic with 3 kids, but I'll take the time to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were scheduled to have an induction on July 5th, at 8am. We woke up late, as usual, and arrived at the hospital around 8:30. Doc broke my water, and by 9 or so, things were rolling. Pitocin started, no contractions yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you'll have to forgive me as I have no timeline to work with. Ted had the times down, but I wasn't paying too much attention to the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the contractions started, they weren't bad at first. It took about an hour for them to get strong. When they got unbearable, I called for the magic man/anesthesiologist. Sadly, it took about an hour to get the epidural working. Boy, I was really wishing I hadn't waited that late to ask for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the epi kicked in, and things started numbing. Feeling pretty good, at first. Then very light headed and nauseous. Turns out my blood pressure dropped to a very low 59/37. Not good. I'm not certain how long it stayed that way before it came back up, but let me tell you, it wasn't a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the BP came up, I started feeling better. Lots of pressure around 4pm, and I was told to go ahead and push at 4:30. So I did. Push, and Push and Push. Turns out this kid wanted to have a face up view of the world, and from what they tell me, that makes for a harder delivery. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes of pushing, and she arrived. At 5:16pm, we welcomed Laura Cathy into the world. She weighed a whopping 8 lbs 11 oz (despite being born 5 days early) and got 9 and 10 on her apgars (very odd from what the doc said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful from day one, and she's still beautiful. Here's my (now) 6 week old baby girl. We waited 5 long years for this kid to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/l111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/320/l111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our family is now complete. Welcome to the world Laura!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-115582755768522174?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/115582755768522174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=115582755768522174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/115582755768522174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/115582755768522174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/08/birth.html' title='The Birth'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-115160992965226718</id><published>2006-06-29T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T15:38:49.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>38 weeks and holding...</title><content type='html'>Today was my 38 week  appt.  It's getting close to the end, but not close enough.  Had alot of contractions last night, and very uncomfortable in general, but no go at the doctor this morning.  They haven't checked me since 36 weeks (when I showed at 3cm)  and I'm wondering why,  but I guess the doctors know best, right?  My doc told me this morning that we'd meet next week and discuss induction if I wanted.  Well, I don't really want to be induced.  I'd like to do this one natural, since both the other two were inductions, but what I'm more concerned about is not knowing what's going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is totally normal to be this miserable, or to have contractions this strong and nothing come of it?  I mean, I guess I just don't know myself as well as I thought I did, and that's what's bothering me so much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing?  Sitting and waiting.  I'm at home, waiting for the day to arrive, waiting for some sign of actual labor, waiting for anything.  I don't know when it will happen, all I know is that it will at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope for sooner rather than later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-115160992965226718?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/115160992965226718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=115160992965226718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/115160992965226718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/115160992965226718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/06/38-weeks-and-holding.html' title='38 weeks and holding...'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114979094519577001</id><published>2006-06-08T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T08:50:16.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a gap in time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;30 weeks was my last post, this past monday marked 35 weeks. Can you tell I've been a bit busy and pre-occupied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's run down what's happened in the last 5 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;'ve been put into Labor and Delivery once (for reasons not worth mentioning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;We've finished the boys bedroom, and they're successfully sleeping as brothers next to each other. It only took really two days to get it all straightened out and they're doing great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;The doc just put me out of work yesterday, so tomorrow is my last day working. Hopefully I can catch up on some sleep in the next few weeks...I"ve been averaging 2-3 hours per night for the last week or so. It's starting to wear on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;Little girls clothes are done. I just need to wash and get them put up in her dresser. Daddy still needs to build the crib, table and swing, but that will need to be done after I get the room cleaned out. Shooting for this weekend to complete that task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;After that's done, we're ready to go! I still need to pack bags and get things ready for the hospital, but if I work on that, it will only take about an hour, so no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;Perhaps the most exciting news of all, my friend is pregnant! She's going to be a fantastic mother and I'm as thrilled for her as I was for us and our kids! Congrats J, you're going to do just fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;Being out of work will probably give me a bit more time to post on here and keep tabs. For now, here's another belly shot. This was taken last week, at 34 weeks. Looks like a big old basketball doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;Shel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/untitled.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/320/untitled.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="457140618-08062006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114979094519577001?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114979094519577001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114979094519577001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114979094519577001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114979094519577001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-gap-in-time.html' title='What a gap in time...'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114668257669550509</id><published>2006-05-03T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:56:17.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks, been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I can't believe  it's been two weeks since I posted on here.&amp;nbsp; Time sure gets away from you  when you're completely busy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Steven's 5th  birthday party was a couple of weekends ago.&amp;nbsp; What a huge success that  was!&amp;nbsp; We had 10 kids turn out and they all seemed to have a great  time!&amp;nbsp; I love the birthday parties...especially the ones I don't have to  work for :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Mother's Day is  less than two weeks from now.&amp;nbsp; It's a hard time of the year to deal with,  after losing Mom.&amp;nbsp; She never got to spend a Mother's Day as a grandmother,  and that will always be a thought in my mind.&amp;nbsp; I was just sitting here  thinking of the first Mother's Day I had, back in 2001. I had a 1 month old son,  was just elated with life in general, and Ted gave me the most wonderful  presents (photo albums and frames).&amp;nbsp; How thoughtful to give a new mother a  medium to show off her newest little person!&amp;nbsp; I was ecstatic.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Now this  year, I approach my last Mother's Day as the mom of two.&amp;nbsp; Time has flown by  much too fast.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Steven also  "outed" me after dinner the other night.&amp;nbsp; As we finished and got ready to  leave, the topic turned to ages...when he decided the entire restaurant needed  to know I was 33 years old :(&amp;nbsp; Thanks son, I really appreciate  that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Back on  topic.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our 30 week appt was this morning, all is well.&amp;nbsp; In  fact, so well that I think I may have disappointed the staff.&amp;nbsp; Everything  they asked me was answered with the standard "fine".&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;How are you  feeling?&amp;nbsp; Fine.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Anything unusual  going on?&amp;nbsp; No, I'm Fine.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Any problems we  should be aware of?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nope, still fine.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Stop eating  everything you see.&amp;nbsp; Fine.&amp;nbsp; (yeah, right)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Maybe next time  I'll try to present with a rare, made up, off the wall illness just to spice up  the conversation a bit.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=3&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=451144418-03052006&gt;2 weeks from  now, appt for week 32!&amp;nbsp; We're getting  close!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114668257669550509?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114668257669550509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114668257669550509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114668257669550509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114668257669550509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/05/30-weeks-been-long-time.html' title='30 weeks, been a long time'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114562931427191925</id><published>2006-04-21T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:21:54.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28 weeks...counting the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=558081414-21042006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I've actually  accomplished something!&amp;nbsp; The boys bunk beds are being delivered  today.&amp;nbsp; Whew.&amp;nbsp; It's so nice to have something crossed off the  list.&amp;nbsp; Of course, crossing off the bunk beds means I still have to focus on  painting, buying mattresses, switching rooms, etc.&amp;nbsp; Hey, it's a start  right?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=558081414-21042006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=558081414-21042006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Yesterday was  Steven's 5th birthday.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; 5 years flies by like nothing.&amp;nbsp;  He's so excited to be 5. He talked about it all day long.&amp;nbsp; We spent the  entire day as a family, museum/aquarium site seeing, out to eat, park time,  etc.&amp;nbsp; It was really a nice day.&amp;nbsp; I think he had a great time.&amp;nbsp;  Tomorrow is his birthday party.&amp;nbsp; A real "big kid" party  too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Up until now, it's all been family parties at our  house.&amp;nbsp; I'm really looking forward to this one.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=558081414-21042006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=558081414-21042006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I also spent about  an hour in the doctors office on Wednesday getting a nice big Rhogam shot and  having blood drawn.&amp;nbsp; What fun that was!&amp;nbsp; Now we're set to have  appointments every two weeks.&amp;nbsp; The end is very near...and very  scary.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114562931427191925?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114562931427191925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114562931427191925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114562931427191925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114562931427191925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/04/28-weekscounting-days.html' title='28 weeks...counting the days'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114477970288039232</id><published>2006-04-11T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:21:42.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That movie with Sigourney Weaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=457041318-11042006&gt;You all remember  that movie...Alien...the scene where the alien was just about to pop out of the  guys stomach?&amp;nbsp; If you've seen that movie (or just that scene) you now know  what my stomach looks like.&amp;nbsp; No joking, the jerks and carryings on in there  are scary to behold.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My first two pregnancies were more about  jabbing and kicking.&amp;nbsp; This one seems to be about nauseating motion and  creeping out bystanders.&amp;nbsp; In a sick way, it's pretty awesome watching their  reactions.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy it while I can right?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=457041318-11042006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=457041318-11042006&gt;So yesterday  marked the 3rd trimester.&amp;nbsp; I'm 2/3 of the way there already.&amp;nbsp; This  time is flying by.&amp;nbsp; Very unfair, since I usually enjoy being pregnant so  much (this time included) but it just doesn't seem long enough.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=457041318-11042006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=457041318-11042006&gt;I can officially  place objects in a balanced state on top of my stomach.&amp;nbsp; That means it's  sticking out far enough that I can (literally) eat off it.&amp;nbsp; Cool.&amp;nbsp;  That will save on the strength that I am so seriously lacking  lately.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=457041318-11042006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=457041318-11042006&gt;27 weeks also  marks time to take another belly pic.&amp;nbsp; You should be seeing that in the  next few days.&amp;nbsp; Be prepared for a shock. It looks like I'm all of a sudden,  giving birth to a hippo baby.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114477970288039232?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114477970288039232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114477970288039232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114477970288039232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114477970288039232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-movie-with-sigourney-weaver.html' title='That movie with Sigourney Weaver'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114441461433239707</id><published>2006-04-07T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T08:56:54.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week, Getting Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=998135012-07042006&gt;This coming Monday  will mark 27 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Some say that's the beginning of the third  trimester...and what do I have to show for it?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=998135012-07042006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=998135012-07042006&gt;Well, let's  see.&amp;nbsp; I've bought the coming home outfit (along with socks to match - what  a nerd huh?).&amp;nbsp; I've got the carseat, but yet to put it into the cars to  make sure it all fits well.&amp;nbsp; I've got her shoes to wear from the hospital,  and I've got some odds and ends I'll need (bottles, etc) but that's it.&amp;nbsp; I  really need to get on the ball.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=998135012-07042006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=998135012-07042006&gt;This past tuesday,  we went to the hospital for their tour.&amp;nbsp; I have to tell you, it's pretty  much the same everywhere, except the room that I'll be staying in for the last  part fo the stay.&amp;nbsp; Much nicer (and bigger) than the one I had with the  boys.&amp;nbsp; There's actually room for someone to come in and visit!&amp;nbsp; Wow,  imagine that!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=998135012-07042006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=998135012-07042006&gt;Ted and I are off  this weekend to see how much we can cram into 2 days with no boys.&amp;nbsp; We're  spending an adults only weekend (first since 2001).&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to  it in a way, but at the same time...I have no idea how I'll manage without the  kids.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if they'll miss us?&amp;nbsp; I hope they'll be  alright.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=998135012-07042006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=998135012-07042006&gt;Have a great  weekend!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114441461433239707?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114441461433239707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114441461433239707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114441461433239707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114441461433239707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-week-getting-close.html' title='Another Week, Getting Close'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114359364012504788</id><published>2006-03-28T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:54:00.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here they are</title><content type='html'>2 shots from the 3d ultrasound. It went well I think. We got 27 pictures in all, and about 45 minutes worth of dvd footage. Personal opinion? Much better than the standard 2d ultrasounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are. My little girl. (also, confirmed once again. I think I'm happy enough to consider it definite now) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/3d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/320/3d1.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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/3d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/320/3d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114359364012504788?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114359364012504788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114359364012504788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114359364012504788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114359364012504788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-they-are.html' title='Here they are'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114355585180804420</id><published>2006-03-28T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:26:55.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the day!</title><content type='html'>We're off for the 3d Ultrasound this afternoon!  I'm so excited!  I never had this opportunity with the boys, so this will be one of the few brand new experiences during this pregnancy.  I can't wait to see the pictures.  We're taking Steven with us, he's pretty jazzed about seeing the baby on a tv.  I hope he understands what he's looking at (I hope Ted and I understand what we're looking at, ultrasounds aren't known for their clarity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have pics to upload tonight from it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114355585180804420?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114355585180804420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114355585180804420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114355585180804420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114355585180804420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/todays-day.html' title='Today&apos;s the day!'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114321672797025191</id><published>2006-03-24T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:12:07.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Seger just cheered me up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was just sitting here lamenting the fact that I'm expecting my third child, I'm pushing "mid-30's" and just seriously missing my youth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this comes on the radio...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you’re a little bit older and a lot less bolder than you used to be&lt;br /&gt;So you used to shake ’em down, But now you stop and think about your dignity&lt;br /&gt;So now sweet sixteens turned thirty-one&lt;br /&gt;You get to feelin’ weary when the work days done&lt;br /&gt;Well all you got to do is get up and into your kicks&lt;br /&gt;If you’re in a fix&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby, Rock and roll never forgets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You better get yourself a partner&lt;br /&gt;Go down to the concert or the local bar&lt;br /&gt;Check the local newspapers. Chances are you won’t have to go too far&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the rafters will be ringing cause the beat’s so strong&lt;br /&gt;The crowd will be swaying and singing along&lt;br /&gt;And all you got to do is get in into the mix&lt;br /&gt;If you need a fix&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby, Rock and roll never forgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the bands still playing it loud and lean&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the guitar player making it scream&lt;br /&gt;All you got to do is just make that scene tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now sweet sixteens turned thirty-one&lt;br /&gt;Feel a little tired feeling under the gun&lt;br /&gt;Well all chuck’s children are out there playing his licks&lt;br /&gt;Get into your kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby, &lt;strong&gt;Rock ’n roll never forgets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thanks Bob.  I needed that ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114321672797025191?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114321672797025191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114321672797025191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114321672797025191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114321672797025191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/bob-seger-just-cheered-me-up.html' title='Bob Seger just cheered me up!'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114321179856211900</id><published>2006-03-24T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:49:58.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Week Appt Update</title><content type='html'>Went in for my 24 week appt yesterday.  For those who don't know, 24 weeks is when they test you for gestational diabetes.  That test involves consuming about 15 lbs of sugar (flavored like fruit punch) and waiting 1 hour with no food or drink to measure your glucose tolerance.  Since it take a while for the blood test to come back, I can't tell you definitely what my tolerance is, but I can tell you yesterday was no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the longest hours of my life.  This time at least, the beverage doesn't taste all that horrible.  We bought some store brand fruit punch for the kids a couple of weeks ago..it resembled that taste, so it wasn't completely unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effects kicked in about 15 minutes after I finished.  Fuzzy skin feeling, light headedness, the jitters, etc.  All this compounded by a budding soccer star kicking the devil out of me because of all the sugar I just made her ingest.   It's like being on a massive caffeine rush.  I didn't come down from this hugh until about 30 minutes after I ate lunch.   What an exhausting day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 28 = our scheduled 3D ultrasound (for fun)&lt;br /&gt;March 29 = the day I purchase the pink carseat (after final confirmation of the sex)&lt;br /&gt;April 6 = my last ultrasound (to make sure everything is A-OK)&lt;br /&gt;April 19 = our next appt (28 weeks) then every 2 weeks after that until the 9th month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is going by WAY too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114321179856211900?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114321179856211900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114321179856211900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114321179856211900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114321179856211900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/24-week-appt-update.html' title='24 Week Appt Update'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114286042616475919</id><published>2006-03-20T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:22:03.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Pink and more Pink</title><content type='html'>That's all I can bear to look at while shopping/browsing for baby stuff. I can hardly believe it myself, since I'd been so anti-pink for the first 5 months. I mean, I'm even looking at this carseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gracobaby.com/assets/images/product/8465LRD2_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.gracobaby.com/assets/images/product/8465LRD2_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been perusing the baby clothing sections while I'm shopping for other things too, and I'm always drawn to the pink attire first. Best I can figure, it's because this is my last shot. I didn't get to purchase anything remotely "girly" for the first two, so I'm making up for it with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck it'll turn out to be another Steven experience and Ted will end up taking the carseat in for an exchange before we come home from the hospital. There's no way we could allow a boy to ride home in a girls carseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is 6 months by the way.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm officially shocked at how fast the time is going. And once again, I've done nothing to prepare. I guess I'd better get on the ball and get things moving. This kid sure won't wait for me to get my act in gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did buy those pink shoes this weekend. How cute are they? &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/images/723/7234063/985-248069-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/723/7234063/985-248069-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114286042616475919?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114286042616475919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114286042616475919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114286042616475919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114286042616475919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/pink-pink-and-more-pink.html' title='Pink Pink and more Pink'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114245893932830503</id><published>2006-03-15T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:42:19.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of Parenthood</title><content type='html'>A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not phoned in sick one day. Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is your daddy home?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," whispered the small voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I talk with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child whispered, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I talk with her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the small voice whispered, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anybody else there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, he's busy," whispered the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Busy doing what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman," came the whispered answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing more worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A helicopter," answered the whispering voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is going on there?" demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, whispering, the child answered, "The search team just landed the helicopter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle......."Me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114245893932830503?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114245893932830503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114245893932830503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114245893932830503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114245893932830503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/joys-of-parenthood.html' title='The joys of Parenthood'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114245465717991874</id><published>2006-03-15T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:30:19.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Belly Pic - 22 weeks</title><content type='html'>Stunning, ain't it? (I had no idea my hair was that long!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/22_weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/320/22_weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114245465717991874?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114245465717991874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114245465717991874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114245465717991874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114245465717991874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/belly-pic-22-weeks.html' title='The Belly Pic - 22 weeks'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114235220862724334</id><published>2006-03-14T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:03:29.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pregnancy Comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/preg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/320/preg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114235220862724334?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114235220862724334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114235220862724334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114235220862724334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114235220862724334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-pregnancy-comics.html' title='Some Pregnancy Comics'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114235051867113091</id><published>2006-03-14T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:47:25.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much bigger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="164452015-14032006"&gt;Well, it happened last night. For the first time officially, I was offered help getting up from the floor. Yes, I'm now that big. Of course, I declined the offer, but it was made nonetheless. I don't think it helps that I'm having this hip pain too...hip problems will make you waddle when you walk. So now I'm not only getting bigger, I'm walking around like an extremely obese duck. Well, at least my boobs hurt, because that just seems to make it all so much better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="164452015-14032006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="164452015-14032006"&gt;Ah the joys of motherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YEAH, Don't forget to check the Pregnancy Reflection page &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflections-updated-each-month.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; . I update it each month with new data.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="164452015-14032006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114235051867113091?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114235051867113091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114235051867113091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114235051867113091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114235051867113091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-much-bigger.html' title='How much bigger?'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114183270700331929</id><published>2006-03-08T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:45:07.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burritos, National Geographic and Digital Cameras</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=3&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=362063415-08032006&gt;So do you  like Mexican food?&amp;nbsp; I love Mexican food, always have.&amp;nbsp; A good plate of  enchiladas and burritos suits me just fine.&amp;nbsp; Not too spicy, just  right.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=362063415-08032006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=362063415-08032006&gt;That is,  until I got pregnant. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=362063415-08032006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=362063415-08032006&gt;Now I LOVE  Mexican food.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I crave it.&amp;nbsp; Last night I made chicken  enchiladas.&amp;nbsp; After 3, I was a little upset that I didn't make more.&amp;nbsp; I  think there may be a trip to Plaza in my near future to fill that void (say  around lunchtime today).&amp;nbsp; And I'm not the only one.&amp;nbsp; Little girl loves  Mexican food too.&amp;nbsp; Usually about 15 minutes after I start eating, she  starts the acrobatics, and doesn't quit until she's done with her meal.&amp;nbsp;  Ted posed the theory that she can hear the food coming and gets excited.&amp;nbsp;  (A National Geographic show that told us the babies can hear the food moving  around).&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it's anticipation?&amp;nbsp; Maybe Mexican food sounds  different in the digestive tract?&amp;nbsp; Does this have anything to do with my  two boys obsession lately with maracas?&amp;nbsp; Surely I don't  know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=362063415-08032006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=362063415-08032006&gt;22 weeks and  counting.&amp;nbsp; Time for another belly shot too.&amp;nbsp; I've started merging  those together so we can track the progress of all pregnancies, and compare and  contrast.&amp;nbsp; At this point, I'm a bit larger than with the last two.&amp;nbsp;  Nana likes to say it's because "I look like I've put on ALOT more weight this  time".&amp;nbsp; Sheesh.&amp;nbsp; Why not just say the word fat?&amp;nbsp; May sting a  little, but at least it's straight forward :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=362063415-08032006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=362063415-08032006&gt;I don't  care.&amp;nbsp; I make big, healthy babies.&amp;nbsp; Batting 2 for 2 right now...I have  no reason to think otherwise with this one.&amp;nbsp; But still keeping the fingers  crossed for the best.&amp;nbsp; You never know.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=362063415-08032006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114183270700331929?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114183270700331929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114183270700331929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114183270700331929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114183270700331929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/burritos-national-geographic-and.html' title='Burritos, National Geographic and Digital Cameras'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114143359030900530</id><published>2006-03-03T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:53:10.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture for you all</title><content type='html'>A very good shot of her face. Ultrasound #2 (today at 21 weeks) informs us that we still have a girl, so our odds are standing pretty good now. She was very stubborn for the tech, but that just means the odds are higher it's a girl, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, here's a shot for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/21weekssmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/320/21weekssmall.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice profile of her face. Pretty self explanatory too I think. She's very photogenic...I think she takes after me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114143359030900530?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114143359030900530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114143359030900530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114143359030900530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114143359030900530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/03/picture-for-you-all.html' title='A picture for you all'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114114349477033282</id><published>2006-02-28T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:32:44.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Rosy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="163421316-28022006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At least, that's the new description my boss used to describe me. Funny, I don't feel very "rosy". If you're going to go floral with the descriptors, I'd probably choose thorny or prickly, not rosy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="163421316-28022006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="163421316-28022006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The 2nd level ultrasound is scheduled for Friday.  Seems as though we'll get at least one more shot of little girl before the end nears.  If history holds, we should have ample time to have another set or two of ultrasounds.  Usually our kids like to hang in for a while, but I don't know.  Everything else about this one has been different, maybe she'll come early and surprise us all.  Boy, I hope not.  I still haven't done ANYTHING to prepare for this one. I'd better get on the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114114349477033282?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114114349477033282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114114349477033282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114114349477033282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114114349477033282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-call-me-rosy.html' title='Just call me Rosy'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114104679256440053</id><published>2006-02-27T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:26:32.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;The party for Nana  went well I think.&amp;nbsp; I had many compliments on it, and Nana seemed very  pleased. It was not a surprise, however, a specific 4 year old spilled the  beans!&amp;nbsp; No matter, it was still fun and everyone had a good time.&amp;nbsp;  What can you expect from 4 year olds really?&amp;nbsp; It had to happen  eventually.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I also didn't  realize how "&lt;STRONG&gt;cute&lt;/STRONG&gt;" I was pregnant.&amp;nbsp; At least, that's what  everyone tells me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Oh, aren't you  &lt;STRONG&gt;cute&lt;/STRONG&gt;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Look how  &lt;STRONG&gt;cute&lt;/STRONG&gt; you are!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;What a  &lt;STRONG&gt;cute&lt;/STRONG&gt; belly!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;yuk&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I'm certain there  are many more adjectives that&amp;nbsp;could be used in place of that word.&amp;nbsp;  How about&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Oh, aren't you  &lt;STRONG&gt;tired&lt;/STRONG&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Look how  &lt;STRONG&gt;big&lt;/STRONG&gt; you are!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;What a  &lt;STRONG&gt;enormous&lt;/STRONG&gt; belly!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Yeah, I like those  better.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;There are also  alot of people that love to touch a pregnant woman's belly.&amp;nbsp; To all those  that fit into the category, let me ask a question.&amp;nbsp; What are you expecting  to feel?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Are you hoping to find that one small space in time  when&amp;nbsp;a kick will be in perfect unison with your touch?&amp;nbsp; (ask my  husband how difficult that timing is to master)&amp;nbsp; I honestly don't  understand, as I never felt the urge before or while not  pregnant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Christopher is now  realizing what's going on.&amp;nbsp; He tried to jump on my stomach last  night.&amp;nbsp; When I protested, he got visibly upset.&amp;nbsp; I explained to him  once again that there was a baby in my belly, and he had to be careful.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=140171513-27022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;This is when the  light bulb turned on.&amp;nbsp; He then tried to look inside my belly button and see  the baby.&amp;nbsp; He talked to my stomach, and rubbed on it...just as if the child  was lying right next to me.&amp;nbsp; What a beautiful innocence.&amp;nbsp; Steven was a  year younger then&amp;nbsp;Christopher&amp;nbsp;is now when he was percolating, so all  this interest and fascination is new to me.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the moment passes  as soon as the two boys debate on what happens if they start putting money  in&amp;nbsp;your belly button too.&amp;nbsp; Hey, you hope for those wonderful moments,  grab them for the short duration of their visit, and casually move  on.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114104679256440053?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114104679256440053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114104679256440053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114104679256440053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114104679256440053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/02/reflections-on-this-weekend.html' title='Reflections on this weekend'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114081360891690887</id><published>2006-02-24T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:26:13.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll please....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="609343820-24022006"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, Virginia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="609343820-24022006"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="609343820-24022006"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(and other surrounding states and localities)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="609343820-24022006"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="609343820-24022006"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="609343820-24022006"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is a girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="609343820-24022006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="609343820-24022006"&gt;Unmistakable 3 lines on the ultrasound...Gonna be a whole different roller coaster ride this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114081360891690887?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114081360891690887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114081360891690887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114081360891690887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114081360891690887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/02/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please....'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114053389831903858</id><published>2006-02-21T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:58:18.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;of being 32.&amp;nbsp;  I can't believe the time has gone by this fast.&amp;nbsp; I'll be 33 tomorrow, and  in 4 months, have my third child.&amp;nbsp; Third child...if you had told me 5 years  ago that there would be 3, I'd have never believed you.&amp;nbsp; I always pictured  myself with at least one, MAYBE two, but never more than that.&amp;nbsp; I'm still  not sure at this point how to handle that many kids.&amp;nbsp; My patience is  already wearing thin with the boys.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;The boys.&amp;nbsp;  Let me tell you about the boys.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you about the joys of being a  mother to two boys.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you about the fights, and the wrestling,  and the yelling &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;then...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;let me tell you  about the games they play together, and about the jokes they tell and the games  they make up that only they understand, and the words and sounds they make up  just to hear the other one laugh.&amp;nbsp; It's truly something amazing  watching&amp;nbsp;siblings interact.&amp;nbsp; Makes me a little sad that I never got to  experience that for myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Well, Ted has  promised me a shopping trip to purchase a new kitchen table and chairs for my  birthday.&amp;nbsp; I've wanted one for so long, now I actually have to decide which  one to get.&amp;nbsp; It's exciting buying new furniture.&amp;nbsp; I have it narrowed  down to two sets.&amp;nbsp; We'll see which one I come home with  :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=475485014-21022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;2 days until the  ultrasound!&amp;nbsp; Are you excited?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114053389831903858?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114053389831903858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114053389831903858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114053389831903858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114053389831903858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/02/1-more-day.html' title='1 more day...'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114018726745745840</id><published>2006-02-17T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:41:10.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Last night Ted  felt the baby kick for the first time.&amp;nbsp; This may not sound that unusual to  most people, but to us, this is a huge turn of events.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;You see, with the  first two kids, he had a hard time telling what was motion and what wasn't from  early on.&amp;nbsp; Then as the kids got further along, they would actually stop  moving and be really still every time he put his hand on my stomach.&amp;nbsp; It  was as if they knew and were just messing with him.&amp;nbsp; No kidding, every  time.&amp;nbsp; I always felt really bad, like there was actually something I could  do about it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Not with this  baby.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Last night, I  mentioned that there was alot of kicking, and did he want to try feeling  it.&amp;nbsp; So okay, as soon as he put his hand on my stomach, this kid went  nuts.&amp;nbsp; It's as if this baby knew what was going on and decided to put on a  floor show.&amp;nbsp; Pretty awesome, I have to tell you.&amp;nbsp; He described the  feelings as "heartbeats".&amp;nbsp; You know, I never thought of it that way, but  that's the perfect way to describe it.&amp;nbsp; When you feel it from the outside,  it's just like putting your hand over your heart.&amp;nbsp; Thump thump thump.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I'm a much happier  person now.&amp;nbsp; This always brings it home when he can feel the kid moving  around.&amp;nbsp; Makes it more real for both of us.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=005593514-17022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Oh, and &lt;STRONG&gt;7  days until the ultrasound&lt;/STRONG&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114018726745745840?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114018726745745840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114018726745745840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114018726745745840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114018726745745840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/02/even-more-good-news.html' title='Even more good news'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-114011251076767914</id><published>2006-02-16T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:55:10.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=050425217-16022006&gt;And I'm getting  beaten up for it.&amp;nbsp; I just posted last that there was nothing new going on,  and then today happened.&amp;nbsp; All of a sudden, this kid has patterns.&amp;nbsp; I  can tell when it's sleeping, or still at least, and I can tell when it's having  a fit :)&amp;nbsp; Usually early in the morning when I first get to work, for about  a half hour, then nothing until around lunchtime...then not much again until  early evening, then right before bed.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=050425217-16022006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=050425217-16022006&gt;Anyone see the  pattern here? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=050425217-16022006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=050425217-16022006&gt;It's  mealtimes!&amp;nbsp; This kid is active when it's time to eat.&amp;nbsp; How cool is  that?&amp;nbsp; It's like my own personal hunger alarm.&amp;nbsp; So as I'm typing this,  it's almost 1pm and I'm getting kicked all over the place.&amp;nbsp; Time to run out  for some lunch!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=050425217-16022006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-114011251076767914?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/114011251076767914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=114011251076767914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114011251076767914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/114011251076767914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-new-day.html' title='Today is a new day'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113994154289676631</id><published>2006-02-14T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:25:43.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to update</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=576162118-14022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Today marks 10  days until the ultrasound.&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited I can't stand it. I certainly  hope the results are what we want them to be (a healthy baby among other  things)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=576162118-14022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=576162118-14022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Not much to update  in the last week really.&amp;nbsp; Nothing new going on with me, our home situation  is normal and steady...the kids have been off and on sick (again).&amp;nbsp; Steven  has a cold coming on, and Christopher is just getting over double ear infections  (again) and I think he's getting another cold.&amp;nbsp; Boy, I can't wait for warm  weather.&amp;nbsp; The winter really does these kids in.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=576162118-14022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=576162118-14022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;One new  development on the baby front.&amp;nbsp; Christopher was playing with the doctor kit  last night, and wanted to listen to the babies heartbeat.&amp;nbsp; When he put his  little stethoscope on my stomach he said "Sounds good Mommy" and the baby  started jumping all over the place!&amp;nbsp; I know at this age (19 weeks) they can  hear pretty well, I wonder if this one was actually responding to the big  brother's voice?&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=576162118-14022006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=576162118-14022006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;We've also started  taking belly shots and will do so every couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; I'll be putting  together a collage comparing the first two kids with this one...I'll post the  picture soon for week 17.&amp;nbsp; You'll be shocked at how big I am  :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113994154289676631?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113994154289676631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113994154289676631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113994154289676631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113994154289676631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-much-to-update.html' title='Not much to update'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113898035650416954</id><published>2006-02-03T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T10:25:56.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Results are in...</title><content type='html'>And the AFP (Triple Screen) came back with no problems.  You have no idea what a relief that is to hear.  I've been so paranoid since finding out about this pregnancy that there was something wrong.  I don't know why, I just have.  It's very nice to know the first preliminary test came back normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid is still kicking away, even though Ted still doesn't believe it.  :)  What am I gonna do with this man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven has started giving me one extra kiss each night before bed for the baby.  He will also walk up to me out of the blue and holler at my stomach.  I've told him that the baby can hear him now, and he's certainly taking advantage of it.  What a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams have subsided for now.  I'm not sure if that's a phase, or if it's just because I haven't been sleeping.  I'm starting to wake up a couple of times each night (what fun) and now it's getting harder to sleep on my back.  Ah, the joys of impending motherhood! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah, only 20 days until the ultrasound!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113898035650416954?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113898035650416954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113898035650416954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113898035650416954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113898035650416954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/02/test-results-are-in.html' title='Test Results are in...'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113863392763575061</id><published>2006-01-30T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T10:12:07.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disbelief</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=076000715-30012006&gt;So I've felt this  baby kicking for a couple of weeks now, which is not uncommon from what I know  and read.&amp;nbsp; Especially with subsequent pregnancies, movements are felt  quicker than the first.&amp;nbsp; With Steven, I felt him kick around 18 weeks, with  Christopher it was the end of 15 weeks.&amp;nbsp; This one, right on queue at the  end of 15 weeks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=076000715-30012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=076000715-30012006&gt;Now I ask you, why  is that so hard for Ted to believe?&amp;nbsp; His standard response...Eh, it's  gas.&amp;nbsp; Hey man, I know the difference between gas and a person kicking me in  the stomach.&amp;nbsp; Sheesh.&amp;nbsp; Men.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=076000715-30012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=076000715-30012006&gt;17 weeks.&amp;nbsp;  I'm almost half way there and I can't for the life of me figure out where the  time is going.&amp;nbsp; I haven't done anything outside of buying some nursery  supplies for the baby.&amp;nbsp; I still have to get the rooms organized, move the  boys into their room together, and get the nursery setup.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention  buying a new carseat (or two), buying the few things we'll need to replenish  from the last two&amp;nbsp; (bottles, diapers etc).&amp;nbsp; I've been telling myself  that I'll wait until we find out what the sex is, but I'm running out of time  fast.&amp;nbsp; I guess this weekend will be a busy one.&amp;nbsp; I'm off to go bunk  bed shopping.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=076000715-30012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=076000715-30012006&gt;Too many weird  dreams this weekend to tell you about.&amp;nbsp; Nothing really stood out, so stay  tuned for the next installment.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113863392763575061?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113863392763575061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113863392763575061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113863392763575061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113863392763575061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/disbelief.html' title='Disbelief'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113837345945592517</id><published>2006-01-27T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:51:00.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>16 week Appt Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;It's a GIRL!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=789244514-27012006&gt;GOTCHA.&amp;nbsp; No,  not really, I'm kidding.&amp;nbsp; We won't know that until February 23rd, when our  ultrasound is scheduled.&amp;nbsp; And if we don't know it then, we'll have another  one, and so forth until I'm satisfied with the results being  100%.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=789244514-27012006&gt;Appt went well, it  was the first one we've ever had that lasted about 65 seconds.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=789244514-27012006&gt;How are you  feeling?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;Fine.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=789244514-27012006&gt;Good, let's find a  heartbeat.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;Thump...Thump...140, right on  track.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=789244514-27012006&gt;OK, the nurse will  take some blood on the way out, see you next month!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=789244514-27012006&gt;No kidding, that's  how long it took.&amp;nbsp; Wonder if we can get this guy to deliver the kid in  July?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=789244514-27012006&gt;So, on February  23rd, stay tuned for an update that will rock the world, or at least, rock our  world.&amp;nbsp; Either way, I think I'm going to pass out when I hear the sex of  this baby, so it's a good thing I'll be lying down when they tell  us.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=789244514-27012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=789244514-27012006&gt;As for my crazy  pregnancy dream last night...well, I can't tell you, but rest assured, it was  just as crazy as the others have been :)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113837345945592517?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113837345945592517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113837345945592517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113837345945592517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113837345945592517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/16-week-appt-update.html' title='16 week Appt Update'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113819641847527850</id><published>2006-01-25T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:40:18.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More odd dreams and some gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=626083613-25012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;OK last nights  dream involved some old friends from high school, and Dave Attell.&amp;nbsp; Ted and  I were staying at their house, but it was actually 1991 all over again.&amp;nbsp;  Dave Attell was drunk all the time, and we couldn't figure out why, but he  wasn't funny.&amp;nbsp; Wonder where that part of it came from?&amp;nbsp; Mostly our  days and my dream consisted of hanging&amp;nbsp; out at their house, having some  drinks and always running out of cigarettes.&amp;nbsp; Good  times?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=626083613-25012006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=626083613-25012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Today is my 16  week doc appt.&amp;nbsp; Should get to hear the heartbeat and schedule the  ultrasound appt.&amp;nbsp; I'll post when we get that situated.&amp;nbsp; That should be  the most exciting day until the kid gets here.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=626083613-25012006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=626083613-25012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;As for the kicking  update, I seem to get punched and hit on a regular basis after dark. This little  3 ounce person can do some pretty good moving when he/she wants to.&amp;nbsp; I had  forgotten what a cool feeling that was though, sort of like someone tapping  their fingers on your stomach rapidly.&amp;nbsp; These are the simple joys in  life.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113819641847527850?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113819641847527850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113819641847527850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113819641847527850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113819641847527850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-odd-dreams-and-some-gymnastics.html' title='More odd dreams and some gymnastics'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113802546197303152</id><published>2006-01-23T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:11:02.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=819480114-23012006&gt;The Braxton hicks  are really starting to get on my nerves.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty much constant since  saturday night now, and I walk around like I'm on crutches.&amp;nbsp; It's really  pathetic.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=819480114-23012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=819480114-23012006&gt;My next appt is  this wednesday afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Should be about 2 weeks to a month before I get  my ultrasound.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to that.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to be able to  use him/her when referring to the baby, instead of IT.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=819480114-23012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=819480114-23012006&gt;I've also ordered  and now received all the new baby stuff that I'm purchasing for this one.&amp;nbsp;  There's a line of baby gear that wasn't available when Steven was born, that  I've decided to go with for this one.&amp;nbsp; I've used the same stuff this whole  time, I think it's about time to get something new.&amp;nbsp; This will be the last  time we do this, let's make sure we have fun with it.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=819480114-23012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=819480114-23012006&gt;Crazy dream  update...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=819480114-23012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=819480114-23012006&gt;Last night, I  dreamt that a friend of ours came over to eat lasagna.&amp;nbsp; This may not sound  wierd to you, but the fact that we had to eat in it our pajamas sitting on the  bed felt a little "odd".&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113802546197303152?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113802546197303152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113802546197303152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113802546197303152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113802546197303152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113769549766322596</id><published>2006-01-19T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:31:37.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd dream of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;F&lt;SPAN  class=781182918-19012006&gt;orgot to add last night's weird  dream.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=781182918-19012006&gt;Ted&amp;nbsp;came home from "somewhere" with great  news.&amp;nbsp; He'd been playing one on one with some pro basketball player and  they guy was coming over to our house!&amp;nbsp; Now I know the guys face, but I  can't tell you who he was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=781182918-19012006&gt;Anyway, here's the odd part.&amp;nbsp;Ted had to rush to  build a skateboard ramp in the living room before he got there, in case the guy  wanted to skate...HUH?&amp;nbsp; So that's how it ended, the guy was skating in the  living room with Ted, and he was&amp;nbsp;having a blast.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah,&amp;nbsp;and  the&amp;nbsp;ball player gave us handheld versions of his game to play  too.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=781182918-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=781182918-19012006&gt;I can't wait until&amp;nbsp;tonight's  dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113769549766322596?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113769549766322596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113769549766322596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113769549766322596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113769549766322596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/odd-dream-of-day.html' title='Odd dream of the day'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113769531962910808</id><published>2006-01-19T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:28:39.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How many D's in Ultrasound?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=023512518-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Answer?&amp;nbsp;  4.&amp;nbsp; At least 4 in the ultrasound we'll be getting.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=023512518-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=023512518-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;No, the doctor  doesn't have the facility to do 4-d ultrasounds, but I found a place in  Chesapeake that will do them for us.&amp;nbsp; They offer two packages, 1 for just  gender prediction and it includes a couple of B&amp;amp;W photos, for $85.&amp;nbsp; Or  we can wait until I'm 24 weeks, then get one with video, color photos and all  kinds of data for $150.&amp;nbsp; I'm opting for the first one, selfishly of  course.&amp;nbsp; I want to know now...boy or girl.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=023512518-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=023512518-19012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I'll call and  setup an appt next week, after my 16 week OB visit.&amp;nbsp; They should be  scheduling me for the 2-d ultrasound then as well.&amp;nbsp; Wonder if they'll be  able to tell the gender this&amp;nbsp;time?&amp;nbsp; Ah, who cares, I'll find out one  way or the other!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113769531962910808?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113769531962910808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113769531962910808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113769531962910808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113769531962910808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-many-ds-in-ultrasound.html' title='How many D&apos;s in Ultrasound?'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113759533130976575</id><published>2006-01-18T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:42:11.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;So last night,  while watching TV, this kid finally moved!&amp;nbsp; Well, moved so I could feel it  at least.&amp;nbsp; It's about time too, I might add.&amp;nbsp; WIth Christopher, it was  15 weeks, 6 days when I first felt the kick, yesterday was 15 weeks 2 days so  I'm right on target.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In fact, while sitting at my desk this morning,  it happened again.&amp;nbsp; So begins a long 5 month journey of getting beaten up  on a daily basis!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I think Dad and I  will start taking pictures soon of my stomach.&amp;nbsp; Much to my dismay, it's  starting to grow now visibly.&amp;nbsp; So we'll have to work on documentation for  that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I kept a pregnancy  journal for the first two kids, but decided to do things a bit different with  this third one.&amp;nbsp; Most everything is different with each new child, but I  like the journal aspect...I will just write this one in general, not  specifically to the baby.&amp;nbsp; I want my kids to have something to read when  they're grown, so they can know just what it was like for Mom to carry them for  9 months (and then some).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;We all went out to  dinner last night, and it dawned on me that once the baby is here, we will have  to start sitting in the BIG tables.&amp;nbsp; No more 4 tops for us.&amp;nbsp; It's the  big family tables in the back if we want to go out and eat! I also read a bit of  a journal yesterday written by a woman about her Big family.&amp;nbsp; She had 3  kids.&amp;nbsp; Since when does 3 kids equal a BIG family?&amp;nbsp; I figured that was  about average?&amp;nbsp; Guess I was wrong.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Latest  strange pregnancy dream?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=048523214-18012006&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&amp;gt; Last night I  dreamt I lost my license for&amp;nbsp;mouthing off to a police officer.&amp;nbsp; They  gave me a card in place of my license that said "this lady can't drive, she  can't keep her mouth shut"&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113759533130976575?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113759533130976575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113759533130976575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113759533130976575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113759533130976575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/movin-on.html' title='Movin on...'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113707439420343861</id><published>2006-01-12T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:59:54.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Name to pick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=312215613-12012006&gt;Our latest issue  is picking names.&amp;nbsp; We've always had a name picked for a girl, but since  that hasn't worked out the best our first two tries, we're going with something  new this time.&amp;nbsp; So Laura is no more.&amp;nbsp; Sad to see it go, but it just  seems to be a jinx.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=312215613-12012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=312215613-12012006&gt;We've been asking  Steven what his thoughts were on the subject, thinking that if he came up with  something good we'd go with it, and he'd be thrilled.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=312215613-12012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=312215613-12012006&gt;So our first  attempt, I ask him what names he thinks would be good if the baby is a  brother...&amp;nbsp; His response?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=312215613-12012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=312215613-12012006&gt;Conroy.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=312215613-12012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=312215613-12012006&gt;I believe we'll  keep thinking about it :)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=312215613-12012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=312215613-12012006&gt;No, we're not  going to tell anyone what the names are until the baby gets here.&amp;nbsp; Sorry,  but just can't do that. I've become extremely superstitious here recently, and I  think it's a jinx to tell names before it's time.&amp;nbsp; So you'll all have to  wait.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113707439420343861?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113707439420343861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113707439420343861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113707439420343861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113707439420343861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/which-name-to-pick.html' title='Which Name to pick?'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113666056334412807</id><published>2006-01-07T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:02:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day Friday</title><content type='html'>So I did take off yesterday and did alot of work in the house.  I gave away about 1/3 of the toys the boys have collected over the past 4 years.  I found a church down the road that takes them and gives them to other families.  Couldn't think of a better place to send them.  1 really huge box, 6 bags and some big ticket items.  The kids don't even miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did notice how nice their rooms looked, and I swear, since then they've actually been trying to keep the toys picked up.   Won't that be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to try to get them into the same room within the next couple of weeks.  It will be better to do it early, so they can adjust before the baby gets here.  And since I'm feeling better, I'd better take advantage of the free time in the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to tend to cleaning closets.  Wish me luck, I may not see the light of day for a week :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113666056334412807?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113666056334412807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113666056334412807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113666056334412807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113666056334412807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-day-friday.html' title='Long day Friday'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113649575365394292</id><published>2006-01-05T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:15:53.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=134531221-05012006&gt;I can tell you  that now that my belly is&amp;nbsp;officially showing.&amp;nbsp; I can't keep it a  secret anymore,although I'm trying REALLY hard.&amp;nbsp; Of course, baggy shirts  and big belts are helping some.&amp;nbsp; They certainly weren't kidding with the  "you show faster the more kids you have" line.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully I won't have to  transition to the mommy clothes for at least a couple more months &amp;lt;wishful  thinking&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=134531221-05012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=134531221-05012006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113649575365394292?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113649575365394292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113649575365394292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113649575365394292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113649575365394292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/crap.html' title='Crap...'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648656808580882</id><published>2006-01-05T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:42:48.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Dreams</title><content type='html'>What is it with the crazy pregnant dreams?  I don't remember getting these wierd dreams with my first two.  Just in the last couple of nights, my house has been broken into, I've had to work on a car, and I've been violently ill from a horrible disease...all in my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;Trust me, they may not sound that strange to you, but take a few minutes to lurk around in my dream world, you'll understand what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648656808580882?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648656808580882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648656808580882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648656808580882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648656808580882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/these-dreams.html' title='These Dreams'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648660213985979</id><published>2006-01-04T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:44:58.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Today is Wednesday and it feels like Monday. I've been going since Thursday night. Tara's father passed away on Christmas, and the wake was on Thursday. Ted and I went to that, then spent the morning at the funeral on Ft. Eustis. He sounded like a really good man. Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted and I went out with some friends to a hockey game on Friday night, and had such a good time. I mean, I can't explain how much fun it was. I'm so glad I went. I needed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we spent the whole day at home, then Sunday did pretty much the same thing. Since we both had Monday off, we did some shopping, and I just feel exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially 13 weeks pregnant, which means the baby is about the size of a peach. Steven is getting a huge kick out of that too. He loves to show people how big the baby is. I'm sort of looking forward to showing a bit more, maybe that will keep him from the playtime that always involves a shot to the stomach. He doesn't mean to do it, but it always ends up that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fatigue is getting much better, and I actually feel like doing some thing now. I think I will take Friday off work and start cleaning out closets. WHEE! That sure will be fun! Start with #1 on the list of things to do and just keep moving, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648660213985979?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648660213985979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648660213985979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648660213985979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648660213985979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2006/01/busy-weekend.html' title='A Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648674985465065</id><published>2005-12-28T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:45:49.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;All of a sudden, I don't feel pregnant anymore.  Well, at least, I don't feel 25 lbs overweight.  This past Monday marked 3 months into this.  I'm 1/3 of the way there, and it feels like I just began.  I have so much to do, and so little time to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wake up this morning, and my waistline is returning, my clothes fit a little better, and I'm not feeling ill or light-headed.  I wonder if this is the calm before the storm.  I also wonder if this pregnancy is so incredibly different because it's a girl this time.  Boy, I really hope that's the case.  I think the boys need a girl to balance them out.  They're so rough and tumble, it would be nice to have someone in the house with a softer side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to wishing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648674985465065?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648674985465065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648674985465065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648674985465065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648674985465065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-day.html' title='A New Day?'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648679177339405</id><published>2005-12-27T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:46:31.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After Christmas Blahs</title><content type='html'>So the holiday is over, and I'm feeling much better.  Still having the pregnancy "have to eat" issue, but it's better than it was last week.  I'm now officially 12 weeks, which means, I've passed the first 3 months, and overcame the early miscarriage fright.  This is a load off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted is extremely happy about this baby.  I've never seen him so...glowing?  Is that the right word? We went to a christmas part this past Friday, and just to see him talking about it, you can watch the expression on his face change.  He's so at peace with it, and so happy to be adding a new member to our family.  I believe while we're both a bit frightenened at the thought of handling 3 instead of 2 (which we've gotten pretty good at mind you), he's definitely more settled on being okay with it than I am.  At least at this point.  I think that will even out over time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some bad news about Aunt Tara's father this weekend.  He passed away on Christmas night.  2005 has definitely not been the best of years.  Our thoughts are with you Aunt Tara.  I know what you're feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also our first Christmas without Pappy.  I was doing alright with it until Steven made a comment about going to see him again, and I just couldn't get though it without tears.  Glad Ted was there to field the answers.  Holidays will be especially hard for the next few years, we all remember how much Pappy loved Christmas with the boys.  They miss Pappy too, very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648679177339405?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648679177339405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648679177339405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648679177339405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648679177339405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-christmas-blahs.html' title='After Christmas Blahs'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648734094877393</id><published>2005-12-23T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:58:28.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 11 Week Ultrasound Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/ultrasound2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/400/ultrasound2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648734094877393?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648734094877393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648734094877393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648734094877393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648734094877393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-11-week-ultrasound-pic.html' title='Our 11 Week Ultrasound Pic'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648682519644941</id><published>2005-12-22T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:47:05.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Weeks, 3 days</title><content type='html'>Today we had our second monthly appt, at 11 weeks.  Ultrasound picture is on the front page.  Everything looks good, placenta is a bit low, but doc said not to worry about that until we get past 20 weeks.  If it's still low then, we'll discuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultrasound picture was very cool.  The baby moved around quite a bit and waved at me.  That was pretty awesome.  Never had an ultrasound done at this stage so looking at the baby at that size was pretty groovy. Doc also said I'm only 9 lbs heavier than before I got pregnant, I don't believe that for a minute, but I'll take it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're scheduled for another appt at 16 weeks, which is the last week in January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is less than a week away, that should be exciting.  The boys are geared up for some Santa presents.  I hope they like what he brings them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off to finish some work before taking advantage of the holiday tomorrow.  Leaving work early to hang out with Ted.  Should be fun.  I'll have to find something to wear, which isn't easy these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648682519644941?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648682519644941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648682519644941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648682519644941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648682519644941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/11-weeks-3-days.html' title='11 Weeks, 3 days'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648686145647549</id><published>2005-12-19T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:47:41.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>My clothes don't fit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;As of this weekend, I can't comf&lt;br /&gt;ortably get into any of my regular pants.  I'm not certain if it's because of the inevitable early weight gain for those with more than one child, or if it's the fact that I'm eating all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on my first excursion to purchase maternity clothes.  Target always has awesome deals and fashions, and I came away with a couple of tops from the clearance rack for less then $15.  Can't beat it.  I think I'll debut one of them tonight at Ted's xmas party.  Only a very few of his co-workers know about the baby now, so it will be fun to wear maternity clothes that won't give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also planning a trip for us two in January/February.  I'm still deciding on where to go, but I think it will be the last time for quite a while that we get to go away, just the two of us.  I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy book says the baby is now about 2.5 inches long.  I can't believe there's a little person in me that big.  Wow, this goes so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648686145647549?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648686145647549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648686145647549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648686145647549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648686145647549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648741169129521</id><published>2005-12-17T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:58:12.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5503/2069/400/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648741169129521?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648741169129521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648741169129521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648741169129521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648741169129521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648690231730866</id><published>2005-12-16T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:48:22.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Friday</title><content type='html'>And I'm ready for the weekend. Why, you ask?  Because I can sleep!  I miss sleep.  I think if sleep were a career option, I'd apply for that job in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed Steven last night how big the baby way (information pulled from a week by week analysis of pregnancy) and at week 10, the baby is approximately the size of his index finger.  He really got a kick out of that.  He's so very excited.  Last week  I told him he could help us feed the baby bottles, and his eyes lit up like headlights...REALLY MOM? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes son, really.  You can also help us change diapers too if you're really that into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be Christmas in about 9 days, and after that, it's major crunch time.  I've got tons of things to do around the house, and I've been using the 1st trimester fatigue thing as my excuse for not doing them yet.  I will not have that luxury in a few weeks, so I'd better get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out for now, it's time to find something to eat.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648690231730866?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648690231730866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648690231730866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648690231730866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648690231730866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-friday.html' title='Today is Friday'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648694247570069</id><published>2005-12-15T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:49:02.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is my first entry</title><content type='html'>I started the other two journals much earlier than this one, but there's been so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what we know.  I'm pregnant, and due on July 10th, 2006.  We will have an ultrasound somewhere around February that will tell us if this baby will be a boy or girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told our familes on Thanksgiving day.  We told Steven the night before and he was thrilled!  He's very happy about having a little baby.  I think he really loves the thought of having someone to depend on him.  Christopher is out growing that a bit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we told him that it was his secret that Mommy had a baby in her belly, and he could tell the families when he wanted to.  After dinner at Ted's house, he decided to tell Grandma.  I think they were excited, but I mean, it is our 3rd after all...who get's giddy after you' ve done it twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to Nana's house, and Steven told them the same way.  He whispered it to Nana, and she told everyone else.  Of course, she said that she had suspected it from the beginning.  Oh Nana, you know everything before others do, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we play the waiting game.  We have lots to do, get the boys into one room, redo Steven's old room into a nursery, lots of stuff to buy, possibly a trade in on Daddy's car, etc.  It'll be a busy 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall though, we're excited, Steven is really excited, and I think it will turn out for the best.  It will be a hard couple of years adjusting again, but that baby stage is alot of fun.  I can't wait to see how Steven reacts to it, since he'll be 5 when the baby is born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next appt: December 22nd.  Ultrasound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648694247570069?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648694247570069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648694247570069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648694247570069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648694247570069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-this-is-my-first-entry.html' title='So this is my first entry'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20584241.post-113648710674572176</id><published>2005-12-10T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:09:23.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections (Updated each month)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've started thinking about the nursery: every day, but haven't started working on it :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love food! Now I avoid: nothing. I love to eat. Can't stop it if I try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought pregnancy would make me: so tired. I'm so much more tired than I was with the first two, no kidding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to: have this kid and be un-pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying maternity clothes was: an ongoing chore. I don't seem to "fit" into much of anything I wore with the last two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest change in my body has been: the quick growth of my stomach. It has definitely popped out faster this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite change in my body has been: The changes in my taste. There are quite a few things that I love to eat now that I couldn't stand before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I never thought would change was: Ted's attitude towards the pregnancy. He's been acting the exact same way he did with the first two, but just recently, he's become so much more attentive and empathetic that usual. I'm not sure why, but I'm not complaining either :) I really love that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Month 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I felt you kick: I was sitting at home watching television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like: Very light flicking. Nothing much to it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt: Happy, but a little in disbelief as it was so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest food craving I've had is: Texas Pete. I hate the stuff, and now I want it regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I least expected with this pregnancy was: To get so big so fast. I knew it would happen, but it snuck up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best bit of advice I've received is: To realize that alot of people have more than two kids, and I'll be as good at it with this one, as I have been with the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has changed the most in my life with this pregnancy is: Not smoking....and then eating everything in sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me realize that I was really pregnant was: When I couldn't find anything to wear that fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes: That it's a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fears: That it's a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm enjoying the most about my pregnancy so far is: Nothing stands out. T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he strangest advice I've received is: This is the third time for us, no one gives advice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names that I've been thinking of: I can't tell you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl or boy? I think you will be a: Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old wives tales predict: Too early to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my prenatal visit this month I found out that: I will be going on 12/22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing for me to give up is: Smoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month I told: Everyone - on Thanksgiving day. Well, I didn't tell them, Steven did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reacted by: A little shock, but nothing dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month at my prenatal visit I learned that: Everything is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pregnancy symptoms I had this month: Boy, I'm getting fat. And I can't stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes: That it's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fears: Everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Month 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking I might be pregnant when: I was about 4 days late. I'm NEVER late unless I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I was pregnant when I: Took 2 home tests, and then went to the doctor for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt: Scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person I told was: Ted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reacted by: Shock and Awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ultrasound was: at 6.5 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my first prenatal visit I learned that: I was due on July 10th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby will be born: Sometime in July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes: That it's a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fears: Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20584241-113648710674572176?l=thirdmurray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/feeds/113648710674572176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20584241&amp;postID=113648710674572176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648710674572176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20584241/posts/default/113648710674572176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdmurray.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflections-updated-each-month.html' title='Reflections (Updated each month)'/><author><name>Shel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8bwom-FbL4/R_-knieLH-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMbNgk6WuU/S220/939149_smiley_egg_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
