tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73407652271901624102024-02-19T21:01:22.438-05:00automatic samSAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-80566879349238035602012-02-25T17:08:00.002-05:002012-02-25T17:13:24.656-05:00Dieting while preggo!Alrighty folks!<br /><br />I met with my OBGYN this past week. I expressed my concerns about my weight/health with her. And we discussed what I should do. This is what I suggested and she was 100% supportive.<br /><br />1. GO MOSTLY VEGAN DIET: My goal is to cut out as much processed and and animal products as possible. I want to incorporate juicing into my diet and have occasional fish or poultry. Michael and I feel this is the best possible lifestyle for us.<br /><br />REASON: Michael has Chrons Diease and has had it for years. Before I was pregnant he ate right, with little to no processed foods. Then I had cravings, and we just got into the habit of fast food, pizza, and processed junk. The second main reason is my father died of Colon Cancer a few years ago. The fact that my children's father and grandfather have had/have bowel issues is a big concern of mine. I really want them to have the best opportunity to be healthy.<br /><br />2. WORKOUT: My OBGYN has given permission to work out while pregnant.<br /><br />REASON: I'm overweight from my last pregnancy. I wasn't exactly skinny when I got pregnant with Quentin. I started at 180. Now I'm 211. My doctor doesn't want me to gain more than 11 lbs this pregnancy. Sayyy what? So yes, exercising is going to be apart of my life right now. As long as I can handle it, I can work out. Do what my body can do.<br /><br />3. MAMA BLUES/DEPRESSION: It's no surprise that I'm depressed. I have such a kickass doctor. I spent 3 hours with her discussing our plans for this pregnancy, and I mentioned that I think I'm depressed. She totally understood and said she rather me take B Complex vitamins everyday than anxiety meds. I agree! So in 4 weeks when I see her again, if I'm still bumming it we might try meds. Might.<br /><br />.... Michael and I cleaned out the refrigerator, cleaned out all processed, all box and canned foods.<br /><br />I know a lot of people disagree with pregnant women losing weight. I'm not being unrealistic with this. I don't have a set number of pounds to lose in my head. I will be meeting with my doctor regularly and if she feels like I need to stop, I will. I'm not doing portion control, if I want 12 strawberries it's better than half of cake.<br /><br />So if you have any awesome juice, veg recipes, please let me know! I will be updating my process as much as I can. And I know it's going to be hard at first. Esp since I'm pregnant, so keep the comments positive please.<div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOLUG6y2WvoqzMXP-IC3rSJasBuVLg_7WIRNav7-LqvJnOZHgjMOv7TRu37vUN4546p4RNxvZsd4rpD-H1DAVYlb7y7euUfy8TzUzZch-Wu2VMCl0dQ4zof6aZN3Lqgks06yb66bKV6C4/s640/blogger-image-303023794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOLUG6y2WvoqzMXP-IC3rSJasBuVLg_7WIRNav7-LqvJnOZHgjMOv7TRu37vUN4546p4RNxvZsd4rpD-H1DAVYlb7y7euUfy8TzUzZch-Wu2VMCl0dQ4zof6aZN3Lqgks06yb66bKV6C4/s640/blogger-image-303023794.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWDuJVenc9NGGTTUwJ0O7CNtTs-Xz9U8eV8lnov7BKAjwz0iROQz-3RNr1iR6YEsjoQugvJF1TU6MhsuSTlz61MZiI1whWF5ymvsRqyIuSsudler6YvrGcA4bA3l4N10icGax9uAnUwVmk/s640/blogger-image--953256178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWDuJVenc9NGGTTUwJ0O7CNtTs-Xz9U8eV8lnov7BKAjwz0iROQz-3RNr1iR6YEsjoQugvJF1TU6MhsuSTlz61MZiI1whWF5ymvsRqyIuSsudler6YvrGcA4bA3l4N10icGax9uAnUwVmk/s640/blogger-image--953256178.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOY3TGm-xAAg2QD-kxUKfaVdNl2PDd8DO_8tEFbw9_rOxDJAXAYncwQWOfUOQCog_mnhyphenhyphenT_YXtOP4e0yFxUGMo8F4rT9o4tABxplcFsbwxFUKKBqhSErEbuSpAke_J3_wgqCwQXyTxeR8S/s640/blogger-image-584099899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: 100%; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOY3TGm-xAAg2QD-kxUKfaVdNl2PDd8DO_8tEFbw9_rOxDJAXAYncwQWOfUOQCog_mnhyphenhyphenT_YXtOP4e0yFxUGMo8F4rT9o4tABxplcFsbwxFUKKBqhSErEbuSpAke_J3_wgqCwQXyTxeR8S/s640/blogger-image-584099899.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael wanted the V8, couldn't argue with him, he gave up a lot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_BHrKcJuMBqfnfvdz66dmtL0O_3IuNvnOszy2PuRx9XLV1BtuP1EXnU4A-XKrMrLhncNDO5aNnTfzVSqHwPG6ip86jEtG066EIdNZSzF0FPuBZJI10V9GWVveqYuJENoE7SlH3f2nlWN/s640/blogger-image--1070637033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_BHrKcJuMBqfnfvdz66dmtL0O_3IuNvnOszy2PuRx9XLV1BtuP1EXnU4A-XKrMrLhncNDO5aNnTfzVSqHwPG6ip86jEtG066EIdNZSzF0FPuBZJI10V9GWVveqYuJENoE7SlH3f2nlWN/s640/blogger-image--1070637033.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is me in all my big' ole glory. I'm 11 weeks pregnant, and I just look fat. I have huge hips, fat chin, blubber arms, and a hippo butt. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm 211.6</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5ft 2</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-67830466101488848422012-02-18T19:09:00.002-05:002012-02-18T19:17:22.931-05:00Mama needs sleep!Okay, first of all, how awesome (still shabby) is the blogger app for iPhone? It's great for a lazy blogger like me. Though I hate the way pictures are uploaded.<br /><br />Anywayyyyy<br /><br />I'm so tired. Like unbelievably tired. Quentin used to be a rock star at sleeping. He has slept by himself since 2 weeks old (Dude, I needed my space) and has put himself asleep and slept through the night since 2 months. I very proud of this, it was hard as shiz to do but it was way worth it.<br /><br />Butttttttt, he's been difficult lately. Every time I lay him down for a nap he fights it, sometimes for hours. He's never needed much sleep during the day, most of the time he would only sleep 30-40 mins and that's been since he was a newbie! But he's almost refusing now. He's not even 5 months old yet! And it not just naps either. He's been waking up at 3-5 am and fights going back to sleep. Cries for an hour or too. But I know, know, know my son and he's tired. I don't know what to do! I really need my sleep right now! This mama is tired.<br /><br />And let's face it, nap time is a godsend. Since I do PT with Quentin every hour, this mama NEEDS him to take a decent nap! AH! STRESSED!<br /><br />Side note: I think it's super cute he puts his blanket on his face. That's how I like to sleep too.<div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBn4-8YfwgqiQcF4sFLRefqVSWuRaSeFFS-4fj2X9mmENGdby9JdrB3w4KBpobCBY_Vedg-fFE2vJom6yz384qxeLLwmT4V9uyf_IFTccbjtbm6N5U-QXtwQcPbL8qAXkhBTjb-9vhI2pm/s640/blogger-image-692103540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBn4-8YfwgqiQcF4sFLRefqVSWuRaSeFFS-4fj2X9mmENGdby9JdrB3w4KBpobCBY_Vedg-fFE2vJom6yz384qxeLLwmT4V9uyf_IFTccbjtbm6N5U-QXtwQcPbL8qAXkhBTjb-9vhI2pm/s640/blogger-image-692103540.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKGz53EyyYL7nFpQbORqKOCAtBR4UrgTMxGDZ_T6jAavNTYb7tzbd2xN1Kfmhf2z0Gyl1bMEKQuILjjaWzxVLFzogT2g-vsJqK939z0jAlWHrvPuwXU2BQwAGBE7kcfFcZGXspQD7-YjoE/s640/blogger-image--266292367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKGz53EyyYL7nFpQbORqKOCAtBR4UrgTMxGDZ_T6jAavNTYb7tzbd2xN1Kfmhf2z0Gyl1bMEKQuILjjaWzxVLFzogT2g-vsJqK939z0jAlWHrvPuwXU2BQwAGBE7kcfFcZGXspQD7-YjoE/s640/blogger-image--266292367.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfT0RL_w1u67abKl7oMvxQTSU7Ft1gEnzxK35f_UglLcqym3nDVjR0KG52caMfKn0RtPQo2vKrxqg0sHQQ31ynUXkLkSvPyM_tYhJzlOFlnI7xv21im8bRL49Rr0w80a61NFDFVI75wVM/s640/blogger-image-2140105631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfT0RL_w1u67abKl7oMvxQTSU7Ft1gEnzxK35f_UglLcqym3nDVjR0KG52caMfKn0RtPQo2vKrxqg0sHQQ31ynUXkLkSvPyM_tYhJzlOFlnI7xv21im8bRL49Rr0w80a61NFDFVI75wVM/s640/blogger-image-2140105631.jpg" /></a></div></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-84668028556845925772012-02-17T09:33:00.003-05:002012-02-17T09:46:46.350-05:00I'm crazy<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">I'm about 10 weeks. Yes I know I had a baby 4 months ago. Haha we'll figure it out.</span></span><br /><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Now I can't say that I've been this calm about it since we found out. I knew I was pregnant back in the beginning of January. I was making </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; ">coconut </span><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">curry chicken (a favorite of ours) and I wanted to throw up. I hated anything Thai or curry when I was pregnant with Quentin. So I just knew then, Michael thought I was playing a joke on him.</span></span><br /><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">When Michael and I decided to finally take a pregnancy test, I was 12 days late. ( I was 18 days late when I took a pregnancy test with Quentin) Michael came home from the store with a bottle of wine, chocolate brownies, new razors, shaving cream, nail polish and of course 2 pregnancy test. He figured, no matter what the result was, I was going to need pampering that night. </span><span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span></span><br /><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">So I've had time to deal with it. I cried a lot at first. A LOT. I really didn't want to be pregnant again and especially so soon. I wasn't over the last pregnancy. I hated being pregnant and the labor was too intense for me; left me kinda scarred. I really wanted to get my body back in shape before having another one, I feel like I just had a mini-vacation between producing children. Plus, I wanted to slowly go vegan. And I don't know how that's going to work being pregnant. Things are weird.</span></span><br /><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Also, I know its stupid, and I know I will but, </span></span><b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; ">I don't know how I could love another child as much as I love Quentin</b><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">. How is it even possible? </span></span><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">But Michael is happy, I'm warming up to it. It'll be nice for Quentin to have someone to play with and be close with.<div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRmqsBO3OKUBq6qUHBWOB7MZQ1af2PG6tqkBocCY-6MU66goidoA-iXuqv6vO31qIs1s54UujKIoVWuqVS14WyVhbOy6VMltToyvaHdPB9w9rvea_VbVXRyv7O20QS5NUsdYsr8fOaVVv/s640/blogger-image-928315907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRmqsBO3OKUBq6qUHBWOB7MZQ1af2PG6tqkBocCY-6MU66goidoA-iXuqv6vO31qIs1s54UujKIoVWuqVS14WyVhbOy6VMltToyvaHdPB9w9rvea_VbVXRyv7O20QS5NUsdYsr8fOaVVv/s640/blogger-image-928315907.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjDOAx4hF7jDuhcxCcsV4K0Sk3mWNd4KEyhPLUndQYKobBR5F__zf5KcAK9e6l8o0gKQ9S-UokbWF4tjpnfd-qD3ko6S4RL_03YAzAdsB-747PmqENzErKKEyynuWdQIasJ9l7tyGfmv-/s640/blogger-image-953379495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjDOAx4hF7jDuhcxCcsV4K0Sk3mWNd4KEyhPLUndQYKobBR5F__zf5KcAK9e6l8o0gKQ9S-UokbWF4tjpnfd-qD3ko6S4RL_03YAzAdsB-747PmqENzErKKEyynuWdQIasJ9l7tyGfmv-/s640/blogger-image-953379495.jpg" /></a></div></div></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-7509684683178180352012-02-14T12:04:00.003-05:002012-02-14T12:11:16.845-05:00Surprise!<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Yep. That's a due date. Surprise.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span></span><div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; clear: both; text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZg0mSYNOzKRdFaWltvOFfpNA4sz-nY1AftKEi7_1Sv8GxQy-YVMyplM163cixaiXd-rDUUOzoSwrHxbq0HPUQvU8ankQTT67gzEniNEsKRoPd0eOzZz02KT6ulfEoM9KhLGFcJdGhCVE/s640/blogger-image--979314989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZg0mSYNOzKRdFaWltvOFfpNA4sz-nY1AftKEi7_1Sv8GxQy-YVMyplM163cixaiXd-rDUUOzoSwrHxbq0HPUQvU8ankQTT67gzEniNEsKRoPd0eOzZz02KT6ulfEoM9KhLGFcJdGhCVE/s640/blogger-image--979314989.jpg" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; clear: both; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; clear: both; text-align: center; ">Guess Michael and I really love each other! </div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-43953478236810417212012-01-30T20:54:00.001-05:002012-01-30T20:54:02.655-05:00Shots and X-RaysSo little Mr. Q had his 4 month check up today. I've been wanting this day to come for a few weeks now. We noticed that Q's head is misshapen from favoring his right side. We tried promoting him to turn the other way (like Xmas lights on the other side of the crib) and it seemed to be getting better. Then I noticed that his head would always be resting on his left shoulder. <br />
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He could keep it up but not very long. <br />
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The doctor noticed it too. His muscles on one side of his neck isn't developing properly. Yay. <br />
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I felt so bad for him. He was overdue on a nap and a bottle. Got his 4 months shot, then we had to go and wait to get X-rays. Poor bebe. He was miserable. They were stretching his little neck in ways he hated. <br />
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So it's pretty common thing that happens to babies. We have to do physical therapy. Hopefully we can fix this soon. It's just been a long day. <br />
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But he's healthy other than that! His weight is in the 70% and his height is 52%. <br />
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Yay for heathy babies! <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIzmlQlkBEklsKWHSXtRgPXEIXPK3pCGRYiGBY4vS1pQKaHqfqNGBK7FCmqzOvzTppUB7toWSyg8e0a9Wy9UMI7yR7bxPNIk32dYF4MfpjGY8W4ISiGCO63llpZ4cwp_Z1LQPadY8lm4B/s640/blogger-image--763045056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIzmlQlkBEklsKWHSXtRgPXEIXPK3pCGRYiGBY4vS1pQKaHqfqNGBK7FCmqzOvzTppUB7toWSyg8e0a9Wy9UMI7yR7bxPNIk32dYF4MfpjGY8W4ISiGCO63llpZ4cwp_Z1LQPadY8lm4B/s640/blogger-image--763045056.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFxpJR5tPD1ea5CI8COgjcOBEDEiL0rZmbKwAVHAb8BAIi9YrDlhicKAKvu5_U7XfZwYeXADhdZGRcWpHqm_BU1Ox0iEw__YX9Zf2imr4Qe7mnUV5AZT4pFDv2XyBSjgh6Pvq85bDIvoq/s640/blogger-image--1624076768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFxpJR5tPD1ea5CI8COgjcOBEDEiL0rZmbKwAVHAb8BAIi9YrDlhicKAKvu5_U7XfZwYeXADhdZGRcWpHqm_BU1Ox0iEw__YX9Zf2imr4Qe7mnUV5AZT4pFDv2XyBSjgh6Pvq85bDIvoq/s640/blogger-image--1624076768.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQo3tJIbK1z10qCI9dKLxE_4kT3Nnc7TyPDr1SAloeGtQ9ebQeDbfPHl-uMjXnzuaDW7Pmb_I-gWEFSEHVQIKFNa4N3tENCy5ft_0leF13H3JoYzIXqcpOxzq9dM6fvwpKNphgg0-mF0Z/s640/blogger-image-807995339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQo3tJIbK1z10qCI9dKLxE_4kT3Nnc7TyPDr1SAloeGtQ9ebQeDbfPHl-uMjXnzuaDW7Pmb_I-gWEFSEHVQIKFNa4N3tENCy5ft_0leF13H3JoYzIXqcpOxzq9dM6fvwpKNphgg0-mF0Z/s640/blogger-image-807995339.jpg" /></a></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-42875315597315176652012-01-27T10:33:00.001-05:002012-01-27T10:34:43.114-05:00Mama BluesI think I have the Mama Blues. <br />
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Quentin will be turning 4 months on the 29th and I'm just down. I don't know what's wrong. I can't seem to get up and get dressed. I don't see the point in dressing cool or looking good when I just sit home all day with a baby. You know? I get baby drool, poo and puke on me. <br />
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I know, I know, do it for myself. But it just makes me depressed to get all fancy for nothing. And I tried doing it for Michael, but he's a man. He just says "Hey babe, you look good" kisses me and that's it. I can't expect him to just appreciate my stylish self all evening. <br />
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Oh well. I guess I have the winter-post-baby-hate-my-body-blues. That and we have been having a rough beginning of this year. Gonna try to stay positive! <br />
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I don't know why, I have never hit her, or beat her, I've only pluck her on the nose when she is too crazy. I mean she is scared! Like she pees herself if I stand up too quickly, or if I'm telling her no. She doesn't do this with Michael. I've tried loving on her, giving her treats, nothing works.<br /><br />Second, she pees in our house wayyyyy more than a puppy should. She knows she pees outside, and sometimes I'll let her in after being outside for awhile and she immediately pees. And she knows shes not allowed because she'll pee as she runs. Plus we have new carpet, so no other animals have peed on it before her, so it's not that.<br /><br />We have tried puppy pads by the door, doesn't really work for her, cause she'll just pee where ever.<br /><br />I'm seriously stressing over this. I can't figure out why she is doing this or how to stop it. I don't want to find another home for her, and I definitely don't want her to be an outside dog. She's super sweet and super smart. We have taught her sit, stay, lay down, paw, and even speak but she is refusing to be potty trained! AHHHH! It's very stressful with a baby and her peeing. I knew it would be hard potty training a puppy in the winter with a 3 month old baby.<br /><br />P.S. She loves the rain and cold weather, so that's not an issue at all.<br /><br />I just neeeeeeed advice/help!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigKw1Sy1rpdwFm819pGGh8qoqjkrNoWsHhrf5daNcswKjybQsIL2sRDzVhAXXfzukqSySeOdI89Xwc3tTDKqEyVgjdL1_pvNnGcbw45VpM13F81XcBjFbctuX7Wpwl7wr6Sj1sdRKX532/s640/blogger-image--2063253181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigKw1Sy1rpdwFm819pGGh8qoqjkrNoWsHhrf5daNcswKjybQsIL2sRDzVhAXXfzukqSySeOdI89Xwc3tTDKqEyVgjdL1_pvNnGcbw45VpM13F81XcBjFbctuX7Wpwl7wr6Sj1sdRKX532/s640/blogger-image--2063253181.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4eyyEM5KIatzzRYqA6IhBofxTvYy5Ov1aLlh4JyVfnx_QXXkfo8JkiYndU-LwgWHYDCDY4tz_D2xDubVvhaovtRnNe2z2u-D4zXZ_VBNdpgd2xeTKOB0PrS78gAdau2z6uqc24npBsMFQ/s640/blogger-image-1587730716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4eyyEM5KIatzzRYqA6IhBofxTvYy5Ov1aLlh4JyVfnx_QXXkfo8JkiYndU-LwgWHYDCDY4tz_D2xDubVvhaovtRnNe2z2u-D4zXZ_VBNdpgd2xeTKOB0PrS78gAdau2z6uqc24npBsMFQ/s640/blogger-image-1587730716.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiUrOEd_KrkBA4E3nOdtRfo_1Oen5CRg5w8w8_IZ5Jce1lHzmgIT8_lneRdGZN3hilnEJrr9OzZqnIefWb2pgZ47dP8JN6IsYHcJXaQfuddxRmeNVzqzfDvlj__RTjoiCeay3CT6vUIyU/s640/blogger-image-1054715203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiUrOEd_KrkBA4E3nOdtRfo_1Oen5CRg5w8w8_IZ5Jce1lHzmgIT8_lneRdGZN3hilnEJrr9OzZqnIefWb2pgZ47dP8JN6IsYHcJXaQfuddxRmeNVzqzfDvlj__RTjoiCeay3CT6vUIyU/s640/blogger-image-1054715203.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLhNQOVA71fOx1yjmjDwjA9OBCvm1UQE20QAZ_5LlS6uUguN9UGPpYIgMAH0DMLfuC89SjL5j1FssnHOyPhyj1g4EL7P8k-Xvfy5_Gl6b0NxiKYE5HsIlJ_9yIG8ZiPsIAgI6yyHTAwsC/s640/blogger-image--2118958566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLhNQOVA71fOx1yjmjDwjA9OBCvm1UQE20QAZ_5LlS6uUguN9UGPpYIgMAH0DMLfuC89SjL5j1FssnHOyPhyj1g4EL7P8k-Xvfy5_Gl6b0NxiKYE5HsIlJ_9yIG8ZiPsIAgI6yyHTAwsC/s640/blogger-image--2118958566.jpg" /></a></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-89268567271051366882012-01-16T12:05:00.001-05:002012-01-16T12:06:22.861-05:00Q is sick!It's been a long week. I went to visit my mom in Lynchburg when Quentin decided to get sick. He was having fevers, coughs, sneezes and crankiness. Friday morning he woke up coughing like a woman who has been smoking for 40 years. And he was having a hard time catching his breath. When Michael arrived Saturday we decided to take him to the ER. He looked and sound miserable, and by then it was a struggle to get him to eat. Well Quentin has Bronchiolitis, or RSV. Poor babe! He's on Tylenol and now he's getting Pedilite. He's not eating as much and I don't blame him. I can tell his throat hurts. We're back home THANK GOD. We are only getting a few hours of sleep, but it feels good to be in our beds again. So this household is tired and cranky! <br />
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Still love this crusty baby, even if I'm going slow insane from no sleep. <br />
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Its a cool excuse to take pictures.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Wp_5z5eOZ-fKqCRnYFN6YNtAR3cJ67B_yOaVGXVTqPlfSgcWdW1Mh5q4As-96tS1qN8MGyJQJJq4kl-c0q56xCmFuj7ZYoKxlCZ_RYIedIHyzbAN3aSijU_aI2zJDWy4RrvZu4pMP-ZY/s1600/hoho%2527.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Wp_5z5eOZ-fKqCRnYFN6YNtAR3cJ67B_yOaVGXVTqPlfSgcWdW1Mh5q4As-96tS1qN8MGyJQJJq4kl-c0q56xCmFuj7ZYoKxlCZ_RYIedIHyzbAN3aSijU_aI2zJDWy4RrvZu4pMP-ZY/s400/hoho%2527.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695348409181682722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January 1:</b> You</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January 2:</b> Breakfast (didn't photo it)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January 3:</b> Something you adore> My son growing and discovering</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January 4:</b> Letterbox </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bUNCIZVUBw7wwThpcpH0h9hGZvHFABMybpX3tEe0U0u5ILs1TsFxoHgIvZyzrJdMm9am3fzSnDvH6FjL-oao0UYMhvTZP6-Nn_j0gl_CTUUj-2x1cVxZhIBNag_z7u7Wyq_1Uhu37DdS/s1600/%252Cbbbl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bUNCIZVUBw7wwThpcpH0h9hGZvHFABMybpX3tEe0U0u5ILs1TsFxoHgIvZyzrJdMm9am3fzSnDvH6FjL-oao0UYMhvTZP6-Nn_j0gl_CTUUj-2x1cVxZhIBNag_z7u7Wyq_1Uhu37DdS/s400/%252Cbbbl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695348312433694322" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January 5:</b> Something you wore> Yesterday's pajamas and makeup</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January 6:</b> Makes you smile> Quentin laying in our bed with his sock monkey</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January 7:</b> Favorite> My favorite tattoo. I drew in for my dad who died 2 years ago this 11th. He had a lion tatto on his arm, his favorite flowers were Birds of Paradise and the hops cause he used to brew.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January 8:</b> Your sky> My sky out my backyard in VA.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTC2lZ0HRrIDTP74WA2Q64IVAb4c64OUyvSUb1CKSmhS7RxMZGD_QSSDrmwE9Xk11cQEkaTPGLS-9ojudC0X9Mk8G4wRDht0TPrL9vOrp3yS_vfyQV9EWdr42VOH7xnrcc-xfVZIex-uW6/s1600/IMG_6489.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTC2lZ0HRrIDTP74WA2Q64IVAb4c64OUyvSUb1CKSmhS7RxMZGD_QSSDrmwE9Xk11cQEkaTPGLS-9ojudC0X9Mk8G4wRDht0TPrL9vOrp3yS_vfyQV9EWdr42VOH7xnrcc-xfVZIex-uW6/s400/IMG_6489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695348229099357282" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">You can follow my on instagram @automaticsam</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">OR </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">you could post your photos on your blog. </div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-22440817329426911632012-01-07T11:01:00.004-05:002012-01-07T11:11:24.001-05:00Oh Saturday!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggy2MV8Bkd2NA5wLnmxyyeJL3Wl8vdAvGK7nL4yMkn4vT6VfQzKAUwu38S6OmUhqXBdDZs6TwIHE1xM7XbjE8Pgw5lUhV9S_NfjhfPBrbVI8uHMRwH-b8BmhRYovEnYWc0Jlp-FyFPj68q/s1600/FA0EC20E-F624-447C-98DB-1F1342A57172.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggy2MV8Bkd2NA5wLnmxyyeJL3Wl8vdAvGK7nL4yMkn4vT6VfQzKAUwu38S6OmUhqXBdDZs6TwIHE1xM7XbjE8Pgw5lUhV9S_NfjhfPBrbVI8uHMRwH-b8BmhRYovEnYWc0Jlp-FyFPj68q/s400/FA0EC20E-F624-447C-98DB-1F1342A57172.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694921396461694050" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoylddaL_261CjWDbLO2o_YjjqiLpeg_rxSQ_unHla9s8g4Jl3GQW4lji2VA28mdPuqE38UYLX4JF3B4TYDe3HfSmelt1cp54pZM7gCkYTSI1dx9sci1_9zKeD-57_IDNUU7L1Xx13Fp-/s1600/E28CF132-126C-45CB-923D-13B4901EDD4A.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoylddaL_261CjWDbLO2o_YjjqiLpeg_rxSQ_unHla9s8g4Jl3GQW4lji2VA28mdPuqE38UYLX4JF3B4TYDe3HfSmelt1cp54pZM7gCkYTSI1dx9sci1_9zKeD-57_IDNUU7L1Xx13Fp-/s400/E28CF132-126C-45CB-923D-13B4901EDD4A.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694921390245432306" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJkGzXSG_b9FXLbIKEq4LDrrTb-zsfuOqsIeFOo2Php1autYgScYhbUmgiUeNXIHSXcM88BSmGh5xEXYRm881NPDCllkjrPhKxKGcp3F3ulBSkUpIPMhioaQc501nMvPg4VNoe1rNGh8m/s1600/2F49AF59-897D-4808-A88F-6627C2914628.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJkGzXSG_b9FXLbIKEq4LDrrTb-zsfuOqsIeFOo2Php1autYgScYhbUmgiUeNXIHSXcM88BSmGh5xEXYRm881NPDCllkjrPhKxKGcp3F3ulBSkUpIPMhioaQc501nMvPg4VNoe1rNGh8m/s400/2F49AF59-897D-4808-A88F-6627C2914628.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694921387873107218" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Damn. I have a cute son! In the mornings, I've been bundling him up in Wyatt's old bear suit and we go outside for some fresh air. Really, I need to get Pepper's (our 10 wk old puppy) energy out. So Quentin just sits and watches his mommy run around outside like an idiot. Good thing we have a 6 ft fence!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On another note: I CAN'T DIET! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know whats up?!?! I want to be skinny, I just really don't feel like eating healthy. Whats wrong with me! Ugh. I just want to eat pizza, drink sugary coffee and sit on my couch all day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I need motivation! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, I'm really bummed that since I changed my blog name, and disqus that I don't have comments anymore or show up in other blogger's news feed. Bummer. </div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-59865504570409867952012-01-04T11:00:00.002-05:002012-01-04T11:01:58.546-05:00Almost Wordless Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;">I was looking through my phone and found these pics I took of Quentin last month. Mornings in bed with him are the best. He's such a morning person, just like his mommy.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2pmCazWoJ8TQNjc6h4e2xd2UiwVA0Ml7pTt0UBVFA7OCNPluKsG1Dgar3JoeWvjYx9Khvb354frAcsKUoJFH0vhg0yRYwbyaAH6UB1ht5vH7NXqtw3elXlhIc4cHxWMt06T_zD9nXKmq/s640/blogger-image-1675995341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2pmCazWoJ8TQNjc6h4e2xd2UiwVA0Ml7pTt0UBVFA7OCNPluKsG1Dgar3JoeWvjYx9Khvb354frAcsKUoJFH0vhg0yRYwbyaAH6UB1ht5vH7NXqtw3elXlhIc4cHxWMt06T_zD9nXKmq/s640/blogger-image-1675995341.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CPBkuFN2SdU2PtY8rlqRzbuq0VKora1txdsQtBz4AW76ogl6xhGVjrU4nSR531uL3hQEoXOzJfHj-fP1VlcfPtzec15m8n9G-dc4nkKsHXcixUE4ak3BpZQaGfaAaCSXjdfkgZ0v8TKY/s640/blogger-image-1860671905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CPBkuFN2SdU2PtY8rlqRzbuq0VKora1txdsQtBz4AW76ogl6xhGVjrU4nSR531uL3hQEoXOzJfHj-fP1VlcfPtzec15m8n9G-dc4nkKsHXcixUE4ak3BpZQaGfaAaCSXjdfkgZ0v8TKY/s640/blogger-image-1860671905.jpg" /></a></div></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-12812483297383207162012-01-03T14:51:00.012-05:002012-01-03T16:54:39.850-05:00Par-tay NYE<div style="text-align: center;">We drove up to Maryland on New Year's Eve to visit Michael's family for a late Xmas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrr5FaZdpSyai5RBeglUjb7nFdealKtRrS7M7OhYqmpD0KKlLcfqYnXoirBMAr8jp76VlFoteALNWUcu0U5-aqAy6c7nLGoc_VWWbbT-zmzQv6DTSqa1hbdUquG4j4ho5_dIGaYl_XnhCk/s400/IMG_7154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693518423454940226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mother-in-law watched Quentin so Michael and I could go out. It was awesome.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went to see my father-in-law's band play in this ultra-rich, high-class party that we got in for FREE. We were kinda underdressed (some gents wore tuxedos!) but I was definitely thankful I decided to wear a black dress that night. I mean this place had chandeliers that people were jumping to reach. We were told that Michael and I had an OPEN BAR policy. Say whaaaaaaaat? Holla. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some gin & tonics, and a few</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> glasses of champaign later. We were partying. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My phone died pretty early into the night, so most of these pictures are from Michael's phone. APPARENTLY he liked taking pictures of me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was dancing pretty hard, even got Michael to wiggle a little. I was drunk. Overall I felt like NYE was a success and can't wait to throw my own NYE party next year. Maybe you could come? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i90/fuschiaeyelashes/HAHS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 800px;" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i90/fuschiaeyelashes/HAHS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i90/fuschiaeyelashes/newyr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 481px; height: 800px;" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i90/fuschiaeyelashes/newyr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i90/fuschiaeyelashes/newyr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQfCjT7WeHkmcNfyhEbVND3OYyoh2a6BgUaxDZtmHVp1Gb8VrZ-87mdTJuYcVURB6iDLTEqMZ0vsxQuBNDoTczcm5ASXFFiYuvJcBChCnqSnmjstNgbssPcPl1_KbDx3Dw2S3pqiS1q3I/s1600/IMG_7154.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "><img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i90/fuschiaeyelashes/GAGDA.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 800px; " /></div></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy New YEAR! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My goals are:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lose baby weight (and more)</div><div style="text-align: center;">To start up my shop! (I know, I know, another SAHM shop!?!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">To blog more and make new friends</div><div style="text-align: center;">annnnd</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>To let loose, have fun nights like NYE more often.</b> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-70097174980289775892011-12-28T22:04:00.001-05:002011-12-28T22:04:36.390-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ_o-LSYOR2j_cf6-_t_yXJrz7VrYjCPgot_bwm3uVcOfKrsPmLtCEop820HdKxDUJBkYHsgYLn5NMsrR7bF2nPj5qqVz0X-eNy3B_dToSFdj6BLfM0TkxOswJ25pg06AJWKRmlaodquRy/s640/blogger-image--1058021829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Life has definitely changed. I love/hate it. I love my son, but its HARD WORK! Having a baby has changed everything. My house is <i>sometimes </i>clean. I love my husband <i>sometimes.</i> <i>Sometimes </i>I cook dinner.<div><br /></div><div>See a pattern? </div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. And no, not everything went according to plan with him, from labor to breastfeeding. But we're rolling with the punches. </div><div><br /></div><div>P.S.S. The blog is undergoing some changes, so if its wonky for a few days, please forgive me. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-26483404485394944422011-10-13T13:40:00.004-04:002011-10-13T14:42:45.895-04:00Quentin's birth story<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>So, I'm sitting here, eating a spoonful of peanut butter while little Mr. Quentin sleeps; and thought, heck I should type out this birth story of ours. I'll admit, I've been hesitant about doing it cause, labor was not pleasant for me, and its something that tore me up for a few days. I did not enjoy it. And I didn't want to write a super negative post. <div><br /></div><div>Okay. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>So the night before, (27th) I got the foley bulb put in. Talk about being uncomfortable. It made me feel like I was actually having full-on labor contractions. It fell out about 4 hrs later. Which made me excited! Meant I was 4-5 cm dilated. </div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>We arrived at the hospital on the 28th at 8:30 am. After they did all their normal tests, they started me on pitocin. We were feeling optimistic about me already being 5 cm dilated. I honestly thought it was gonna happen by noon... nope. Most of the day was boring, just me hanging out, waiting for me to be dilated enough to push. The doctors kept upping the pitocin every hour or so. Nothing really changed. By around noon, they broke my water <i>(Poor Michael! He didn't know what they meant when they said they were gonna "rupture" me. He was NOT expecting that! haha)</i> We were hoping that would speed along my labor. It kinda did. I went to 6 cm after that. </div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>The doctors noticed that Quentin's head was down, but off to the left. He wasn't progressing. So they wanted to warn me, that a c-section might be in my future. </div><div><br /></div><div>Again, they kept upping my pitocin. And it was getting pretty uncomfortable. I opted to get the ole' epidural around 5 pm. They were giving me 3 times the limit for pitocin, and I WAS FEELING IT. I hated, hated HATED the epidural. I totally regretted getting it. I was toooo numb. I could lift my legs or move my toes. I did not like the feeling. </div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Jess (my sister) came by around 6:30 pm. And around that time, I was cranky, tired, uncomfortable and super hungry. They wouldn't let me eat since the night before, except for ice chips and popsicles. I couldn't even drink water. humph. Thank god Jess came by, she kept us laughing and kept Michael company. </div><div><br /></div><div>The same routine happened over and over again. They came in, checked to see how dilated I was, upped my pitocin and left. Finally around 3 am of the 29th I was about 9-10cm dilated! YAY. Quentin's head seemed to have moved more to the birth canal, still a little off centered, but the doctors thought contractions and pushing would change that. They had me start pushing, but it wasn't working too well. I was too numb to feel my contractions. So they took me off the epidural.</div><div><br /></div><div>HOLY COW. With all the pitocin being pumped in me with no pain meds, it sucked. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jess left a little after 3 am. She had to be back home to sleep and watch Wyatt. </div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>By 5 am, we were told LETS PUSH! Holla. I did the first 2 hours with no epidural. Quentin's head was turned to the side, we couldn't get him to turn. With all my pushing and the doctor's efforts of turning his head, he wouldn't move. My doctor called her resident doctor to come in and make a decision if a c-section was in our future. The resident was hopeful of getting his head turned straight and told me "If I have it in me to keep pushing, that it still might be a vaginal birth."</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>So of course I kept pushing. <b>FOR ANOTHER 3 HRS</b>! The cut off (that this hospital does) is 3 hrs of pushing, then it turns to a c-section. I was so so so exhausted. I would push on contractions, and then flop back and ACTUALLY DOZE OFF between pushing. My whole body was beyond tired. By hour 5, they stopped my pushing. It was 19 hrs since my water broke, and Quentin's head hadn't progressed. He was stuck in my birth canal. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next hour happened so fast. They decided they needed to do a c-section. I was so tired and overwhelmed by then. I couldn't stop shaking all over and couldn't stop crying. My nerves were so shot and I wanted everything to be over.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div>They took me in the operating room, strap me down and started to cut. I told them I<b> COULD FEEL THAT</b>. They gave me more medication, about 4 more times. And started to cut again. I told them again, <b>I COULD FEEL THAT</b>. The anesthesiologist didn't believe me. She kept saying I could feel "pressure" and that was normal. <b>NO, I FELT YOU CUTTING INTO ME</b>. </div><div><br /></div><div>So again, they started to cut into me, and this time it hurt SOOO badly I yelled. Thats when they believed me, and chose to put me under general, which meant Michael had to wait outside. THANK GOD. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div>I'm so thankful that I felt the cuts, and that they put me under general because I would have lost my mind when Quentin was born. And Michael would have too. </div><div> </div><div><b>Quentin came out NOT breathing.</b> He had Meconium Aspiration. The stress of 5 hours of pushing did it. They rushed him off to the NICU. I can only imagine how scary that would have been to see if I was awake. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div>So I woke up, and I was informed of what happened. Michael was in the NICU with him. And I was told I couldn't see him yet. UGH. TORTURE. I was so overwhelmed and upset. I first saw him in a picture on someone's cell phone. I started bawling. I didn't get to actually see Quentin until 9 pm that night. :( I couldn't hold him until the 31st. He was way too stressed out and had tons of IVs and tubes on him. It sucked. I was super depressed. I can't believe I almost lost my baby. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div>When Quentin was finally discharged from the hospital, one of the nurses came up to me. She was a total Grandma type. She told me she was <b><i>"So thankful he is okay. His delivery was the second most scared I've have been my whole life."</i></b> Whoa. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div>Jess and I downplayed just how scary and close we were to losing Quentin. But it was very real to me. I needed a few days to heal after all this. Definitely the most intense moment of my life. Something I never want to relive. </div><div><br /></div><div>But EVERYONE IS OKAY NOW. Quentin is a healthy screaming baby. I've bounced back, even lost 30lbs so far. So heres to the future! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZG3eP_60EPC5v3t7XihTZFA2RnwqJjAWav363Q7faGxIcusSeaQWFPh-kAlur1emrmR5rijcUygTFjwdTboP8ExCxaR4QI88nU6FsLMtJe72RjB4lZdr2-cycaSaCfdCEMlp-r5W30urj/s400/IMG_2628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663046895777250626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /></span></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-21845406466707164772011-10-07T09:59:00.001-04:002011-10-07T09:59:09.022-04:00A week of QuentinWhoa. I have a baby. <br />
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So this first week of motherhood is definitely nothing anyone could prepare me for. I've had a million surges of a million emotions. Things are starting to get into a rhythm for me now. It's been a hard week, especially the labor. Craziest moment of my life. <br />
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I'm glad Quentin is healthy now and a normal baby. He's SUCH a good baby. Seriously. And Michael has been a rockstar dad for realz. <br />
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I'll be updating on Q's birth story soon (as soon as I have time to write it) if y'all are interested. <br />
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So here are some pictures of Q that are from my cell phone. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3W29QuEE2enGjxSqt3njZWr9fJQBjn2MwjDIEDBEt23ycdyWoWCZOlSzx8FKwnrk2QlGg6Y-xCtdnZy7OWvNEx5XtbPonSZdTPDeXRjUFWPsSzsEYMiKcaTqbLv6HyPfYwOvPRFllLAJ/s640/blogger-image--1109943873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3W29QuEE2enGjxSqt3njZWr9fJQBjn2MwjDIEDBEt23ycdyWoWCZOlSzx8FKwnrk2QlGg6Y-xCtdnZy7OWvNEx5XtbPonSZdTPDeXRjUFWPsSzsEYMiKcaTqbLv6HyPfYwOvPRFllLAJ/s640/blogger-image--1109943873.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-VS5ZxesB1223FtjZ1RoEnp8ZLerhYL5XB56xF-bXQfiDuXolTunKMxupijTy4ebyI5-pNX_H7qcVl0kZp1QBP4oCx2QuylxDLBfV65Nl63GXu1LnwqfC54J5R7moD2-wSrKFa7IvkfI/s640/blogger-image--1136359395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Man. I feel like crap. <br />
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I'm so nauseous right now. For no reason. It came out of no where, and it's lingering. Sometimes it comes in these intense waves. And of course sleep is pretty much impossible at this stage. (didnt get to sleep till 4 am last night) So I'm just a lump in bed, a big fat walrus. <br />
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I only have 2 days till my inducement, and I CANNOT WAIT. I was really hoping labor would happen this weekend. But not one contraction. <br />
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And man, my body just plain ole hurts. Like my knees and joints. Haha I know it sounds crazy, but I really think it's this extra weight that's making them hurt. <br />
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AND OH! When Quentin kicks now, I wanna cry. Or when he shoves his little foot under my rib!!! <br />
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Sorry guys, for all the whining. I just really want it to be over. I mean, look at how puffy and swollen my face is getting! Ah. Just a few more days. <br />
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Happy note. It's been raining for days now, and I'm loving all these little mushrooms that are popping up around my house. So cute! <br />
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I had a doctor's appointment today. They did a nonstress test, which was just monitoring Q and my uterus. Quentin is fine, surprisingly super active for being in the uterus for almost 42 weeks.<br /><br />But, unfortunately not one contraction. They checked my cervix again, and wouldn't you know it, still 1 cm dilated. My doc then started stripping my membranes. HOLY FREAKING FRICK. That hurt! I started cramping immediately and bleeding. Which is normal. But the good news is I dilated to 2 cm then. Holla!<br /><br />We scheduled our inducement on the 28th at 8:30 am. I go to the hospital the night before to get ... THE FOLEY BULB. Apparently I'm having no contractions, which is why I'm not dilating. So the foley bulb will force me open. . . Yay.<br /><br />Just dealing with cramps and stuff. Hoping it'll happen this weekend. Tonight would be best, but it's really comforting having a date. It totally put my mind at ease.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzop5qvso8HSHVp8d6MzLrahs9296UfWp0vly_uFm0AkTah2uxkpypmum-u8eQCuAfmyMA9bg5t8oozqhMUv_z8T6XvVX0uGN4zhdxOi-epJg2lydYMmM8__qithfo0hGKaQvqLaA4IOL/s640/blogger-image-1459692705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzop5qvso8HSHVp8d6MzLrahs9296UfWp0vly_uFm0AkTah2uxkpypmum-u8eQCuAfmyMA9bg5t8oozqhMUv_z8T6XvVX0uGN4zhdxOi-epJg2lydYMmM8__qithfo0hGKaQvqLaA4IOL/s640/blogger-image-1459692705.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SdJvU-ITrwcYqYlB6GMValnm9QWdf7_FT1D1xmcr41mrzWzqjs2MCWP6u9mDQqg4p4Yd7d31UsW_6b3e5K3PzS_v8x_LNbmxd0OAIFLDnzHRFmFjhsHeKlDwZ1bqjAHS9q_ctgv60q55/s640/blogger-image-792304262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SdJvU-ITrwcYqYlB6GMValnm9QWdf7_FT1D1xmcr41mrzWzqjs2MCWP6u9mDQqg4p4Yd7d31UsW_6b3e5K3PzS_v8x_LNbmxd0OAIFLDnzHRFmFjhsHeKlDwZ1bqjAHS9q_ctgv60q55/s640/blogger-image-792304262.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbH0XWpV77DH8iL145ay-RMcNCt_kgqmOL8CpmnLK0Ih8YC_slJ_tUOnxOmD8x2xCy2U3i1N4hOlWikHILRskwI73ahnLjuvOjg0zPYgmS8cUciFIVLNGv_e5l217B91sbhjJVbh2WDRPI/s640/blogger-image-457910893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbH0XWpV77DH8iL145ay-RMcNCt_kgqmOL8CpmnLK0Ih8YC_slJ_tUOnxOmD8x2xCy2U3i1N4hOlWikHILRskwI73ahnLjuvOjg0zPYgmS8cUciFIVLNGv_e5l217B91sbhjJVbh2WDRPI/s640/blogger-image-457910893.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRouvj8__gx8lrvvp-BW6wW99bNkas2JLUgaVXDtCX5D4mxH_5mmBEwU8LCzvaqvNHlxXzUT5C70vgcxXtoV3P6yKEsFkGf9mY81TP-k4MynBVhpjp5zejqnaXrv4hjYAGK5ZDORRgF8W/s640/blogger-image--75699617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRouvj8__gx8lrvvp-BW6wW99bNkas2JLUgaVXDtCX5D4mxH_5mmBEwU8LCzvaqvNHlxXzUT5C70vgcxXtoV3P6yKEsFkGf9mY81TP-k4MynBVhpjp5zejqnaXrv4hjYAGK5ZDORRgF8W/s640/blogger-image--75699617.jpg" /></a></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-44610915152547091752011-09-20T11:32:00.001-04:002011-09-20T15:35:11.828-04:0040 wks 6 daysSo I'm 40 wks 6 days pregnant and counting! I can't believe this. I was so confident that I wouldn't go past my due date. Haha <br />
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Met with my doctor this past Friday, he wants to induce at 42 wks, which is a week away. I'm curious as to whether labor will come naturally for me, or I'll have to schedule it. My fear is that Q will be a mammoth baby! That doesn't sound fun! I go to the docs again this Friday, and they want to do a few tests? Not sure why, but I think it's procedure if they are going to induce. <br />
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I could have induced at 41 wks, but I opted to wait till 42 wks. I want labor to come naturally and in order to do 41 wks, they wanted to take lung fluid samples from Q to check his maturity. (by using a huge needle... Ugh) And that sounded unnecessary to me. <br />
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So here I am. In all my big beached-whale glory. Waiting on this child and my cervix! ( I was checked last Friday, and I'm still at 1 cm. Say whaaaaaat? ) <br />
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Michael says I can't know for sure, but I do. I can't explain it. I know. I know I'm not having a baby today and that makes me kinda sad. It's surreal knowing that I am at the end of my pregnancy, but at the same time, it feels like so far away. I just wish that there would be a sure sign when you go into labor. Like you wake up and there is a blue dot on your forehead. If only. This guessing game isn't fun. <br />
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My poor family. I've been grumpy lately. I have no tolerance anymore. My body aches in ways I didn't think were possible. And sleep is almost impossible at night. Ah! Its almost overrrrr!!! <br />
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(Tomorrow is my due date. I wonder how many days overdue I'll be.) <br />
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Oh and I'm updating with the new Blogger app for IPhones. Holla. That means I can update ANYWHERE! <br />
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Quentin. Come out, come out! <br />
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can I get a <b>Hell ya</b> ?</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This one was more of a decorative envelope with treats inside. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Holla! It had dried flowers inside it! </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Michele (with one L) over at <a href="http://www.storiesatmyfingertips.com/">Stories at my fingertips</a> sent me this. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Michele's blog is a mixture of her life, style and inspiration. I like that she is always an encouraging person! I mean, we should all be supportive of each other in ze blog world! </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Check her outz! </div><div>
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<br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Above is the app Pic Stitch. Its like diptic <b>BUT FREE</b>! </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Download it. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340765227190162410.post-49344089574150569472011-08-24T19:09:00.002-04:002011-08-24T19:23:23.625-04:0037 wks Aint no fun<div style="text-align: center;">I'm tired. I'm ready to get him OUT. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel like someone has been punching my lady parts. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh wait, someone has been, Quentin. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">37 weeks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is me today. </div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLWGdYBRlDhkVrF2p0lRG6SOJ27eU7RLeNsD54ZmVBPSY0USHsnc2lCH0RELGPCFXz-FxO2aJsuw8ZGmbYCg5ppzCjSbwASzTvVZdzRPxxh04QsFhwV2UMNHfFiNRXebnrB_gbgjvQ7R9/s1600/1000000394.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLWGdYBRlDhkVrF2p0lRG6SOJ27eU7RLeNsD54ZmVBPSY0USHsnc2lCH0RELGPCFXz-FxO2aJsuw8ZGmbYCg5ppzCjSbwASzTvVZdzRPxxh04QsFhwV2UMNHfFiNRXebnrB_gbgjvQ7R9/s400/1000000394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644564354194086802" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzNp269AajLLs_Oci9wxVwbglJyHPAmISEY1Wor5hjl08Jl0O39K72Nk0VCXQv-CXgeHNPpki3k3wwwu-Do_aZjHb_HbsjwLgEemiJ6XZht9p1oocuf6RmYU9ABSddtZsQ0cp3QyD8B6x/s1600/1000000395.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzNp269AajLLs_Oci9wxVwbglJyHPAmISEY1Wor5hjl08Jl0O39K72Nk0VCXQv-CXgeHNPpki3k3wwwu-Do_aZjHb_HbsjwLgEemiJ6XZht9p1oocuf6RmYU9ABSddtZsQ0cp3QyD8B6x/s400/1000000395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644563834841952594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I found out last night, that when my in-laws (WHICH I TOTALLY LOVE) come to see Quentin, they will be staying at our house. Michael just told me. . . </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thats cool, but . . . now I have to super clean my ass off. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We have a 5 bedroom house, so space is not an issue. What was the issue, was the back bedrooms have been closed off and filled with boxes of books, junk, music equipment, etc. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I had a lot of cleaning and organizing to do today. And that progressed into a whole "scrub down" of the house. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LET ME TELL YOU:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Scrubbing a bathtub with a watermelon-sized belly is very hard! </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm feeling very accomplished today, even made dinner! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lamb with mashed potatoes and onion green beans. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">COME ON BABY! </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We survived the earthquake yesterday. Now bring on the hurricane! </i></div>SAM SPENCERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850464249700976991noreply@blogger.com11