<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 05:11:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>My Life In Words</title><description>Ramblings on about life, love and little things</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-7017243891511357474</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-15T00:11:56.972-05:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas is coming</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm not at home. I am spending the week here in Ottawa with my parents. I surprised them by coming up a day early with Paul. So we've been here since Friday night and we're staying until next Sunday. It has been great so far! I got my chocolate peanut butter balls made as well as my tuna dip! I might make some gingerbread cookies later in the week but we'll see. There are already so many snacks for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paul has been doing well. He came down with another infection so he's on antibiotics. He also came down with a cold Saturday night but it already seems to be gone! It's really strange and not common for a baby to have infections like this (especially a boy) so I'm guessing they are going to have to do some tests to find out what is wrong. I hope it's nothing too serious. I would hate to see him go through so much. Please pray that it's something that can be fixed easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dan quit his job at the credit union so he'll have to find something soon. I'm guessing it won't be till after Christmas, realistically. I have to admit that it is kinda nice because then he can relax and we can take as many days as we want to visit and enjoy the holidays. Still, a job is nice too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm semi-excited for Christmas this year. Time is just flying by so fast! I got a bunch of shopping done early and then that kind of died off so now I have to finish this week. I'm hoping that I won't have to do any once I'm home next week so I can just focus on wrapping and preparing food. We're having Dan's dad stay over for Christmas this year at our house so I want to be prepared for that. I'm saying "semi-excited" partially because I'm feeling like it is going to be busy and Paul isn't at the age yet where he understands it at all so it's not exciting that way yet. There's a part of me that feels stressed about it and the joy of it all isn't quite seeping in. I know that come Christmas Eve I'm going to be excited. I'm not looking forward to Christmas day when I have to cook a whole meal by myself (turkey and all) and then clean it all up by myself. Honestly, are Dan and Peter &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; going to help? Probably not. I'll see what I can discuss with Dan ahead of time...maybe I can munipulate him into helping...LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anywho, that is my update for now. I might not get a chance to post again before Christmas but, I'll try!&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/8290475359442041728-7017243891511357474?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-6751258345296401418</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T13:01:21.446-05:00</atom:updated><title>Photo Shoot</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm hoping to get a good camera soon but for now all I have is a regular one.  We're just trying figure out finances to see what we can afford.  The other day I did a mini photo shoot with Paul which ended up producing a few good photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvwBqPh_eI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LPQP8UMKEpE/s1600-h/096%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvwBqPh_eI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LPQP8UMKEpE/s320/096%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412183288525749730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvwCH7DTvI/AAAAAAAAAbo/V86IQWl3m7Y/s1600-h/099%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvwCH7DTvI/AAAAAAAAAbo/V86IQWl3m7Y/s320/099%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412183296492916466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvrxZkqm3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/-TzfFREcmx0/s1600-h/095%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvrTXDjEPI/AAAAAAAAAag/I2-yelwcalw/s320/048%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412178095054721266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvrS7sa8xI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qOa_TlGrjuk/s1600-h/044%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvrS7sa8xI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qOa_TlGrjuk/s320/044%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412178087709963026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvrSrLDkDI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Vb0zTad9qVc/s1600-h/043%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvrSrLDkDI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Vb0zTad9qVc/s320/043%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412178083275051058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-6751258345296401418?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-shoot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SxvwBqPh_eI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LPQP8UMKEpE/s72-c/096%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-70192132188041182</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T11:57:24.033-05:00</atom:updated><title>Time</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It's funny how time slips away from you when you have a child.  Every minute just gets lost.  Even if they're tucked away for a three hour nap it seems to just fly by.  I never get as much done as I plan and it's really frustrating sometimes! Before I know it he's awake! Or I think "I've got three hours to do this and this and this" but that's the day he decides to only sleep 1 1/2-2 hours! Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe I just need to become more organized.  I need to plan ahead.  Especially with meals.  I have been terrible in that department.  I used to love to have dinner ready for when Dan got home from work but I feel like I've just lost that, you know? If I plan ahead for the week maybe I can actually accomplish it, though.  Paul is content enough to sit in his chair in the kitchen while I make meals.  It will be really nice when I can use the high chair...it won't be long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Speaking of, I can't believe how fast Paul is growing! He's chubbing up (although he's not a super chubby baby) and he's getting longer.  It just amazes me when I look at him sometimes.  It's sad sometimes thinking that he will never be this way again - this is it.  Time is just stealing my baby away from me! I know he's not even four months old but that's four months of his life (and ours!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe I'm just feeling a little sentimental today...I don't know.  I'm enjoying him at this age.  He jabbers away and smiles a lot.  He's now sleeping 9 hours at night (without a feeding in that time) so I am LOVING that! I just don't want to miss anything.  I definitely know I want another one, that's for sure! Not yet, but we have plans to start trying again in about a year to a year and a half.  We'll know when it's time again.  Until then, I will enjoy this little bugger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-70192132188041182?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-1567910236494154610</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T12:00:00.896-05:00</atom:updated><title>Much Needed Update</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQmbIHEcEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GXLDD-tkNS4/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQmbIHEcEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GXLDD-tkNS4/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405487700226895938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQmaw6GuBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1l_WHASnoiQ/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQmaw6GuBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1l_WHASnoiQ/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405487693998503954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQmanUVtpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/c3R8WACRm3k/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQmanUVtpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/c3R8WACRm3k/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405487691424183954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlw2MBANI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TujLLlTeX1E/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlw2MBANI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TujLLlTeX1E/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405486973861298386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlwjGuvZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/gq67rFzYnEQ/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlwjGuvZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/gq67rFzYnEQ/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405486968738856338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlwVuyIFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FpCyfZ4Kgdo/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlwVuyIFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FpCyfZ4Kgdo/s320/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405486965148754002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlwDKQDdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dn4CdhpHm34/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlwDKQDdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dn4CdhpHm34/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405486960163687890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlv-HT32I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bXcueiq1oTc/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQlv-HT32I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bXcueiq1oTc/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405486958809177954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I can't believe how long it has been since I've posted! I make sure to stay on top of things like Facebook and the MAMA board I am a part of but I have been slacking in the blogging department!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty good around here! They're about to get busy, though! This is the last weekend Dan and I will have alone until after Christmas.  Next weekend my brother, Garrett, is visiting and the weekend after that my brother, Galen, is coming to stay.  The next weekend is Dan's staff Christmas party (an evening with adults! yay!) and the next day Paul and I are going to stay for a week with my parents.  We come back on the 20th or 21st and then the next weekend is over Christmas and we will be at my parents again! It will be a lot of fun but I'm sure it will also be quite tiring!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know you're just itching for an update on Paul! Well, he's doing a lot better than he was the last time I updated.  I tried to go back to full time nursing but it STILL wasn't enough for him.  He was cranky most of the time and it was getting very exhausting.  So we started supplementing with formula and things got a lot better.  We were never able to go back to nursing full time and he is now completely on formula.  Every couple days I can nurse him once for about 2 minutes! The most part is he is strong, healthy and reaching milestones.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago he spent two days in the hospital for a UTI (urinary tract infection.) Those were a long couple of days.  I slept beside him on a cot and stayed with him all day.  Dan only had to work one of the days so it was nice to have him with me the other day.  Paul slept a lot and didn't eat a much so I pretty much watched TV (we don't have cable at home so it was nice to have it) or talked to the woman across from me.  He is fully recovered and hasn't had any problems since! He still hasn't even gotten a cold.  Dan and I got our H1N1 shots last week since Paul can't get his yet.  We felt fine after, just a sore arm for a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul is now 24 inches and close to 12 pounds! He's still small for his age but he is gaining and the doctor is happy with that.  We had a month of weekly appointments and that was no fun but now that he's on track we don't have to go that often.  He got his first set of shots last week and it wasn't too bad.  He bawled while it happened but five minutes later he was asleep in the car! I didn't even cry while he got them done but it was still hard to watch.  I had to give him some baby Tylenol that evening because he was SO cranky (and ONLY wanted his mommy...aww.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just really enjoying him! He is smiling lots and jabbers away like crazy! He's always jumping in on conversations, especially ones that I am in.  He is starting to laugh but right now only does it a couple times a day.  I'm anxiously awaiting more!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should get some cleaning done before he wakes up from his nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-1567910236494154610?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/11/much-needed-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SwQmbIHEcEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GXLDD-tkNS4/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-1324783641511603658</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T10:44:17.158-05:00</atom:updated><title>Fun With Hallmark</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;These are a couple of things that I put together with Hallmark's Smilebox.  I just might end up with a lot of these! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5445794e5449324e54553d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox photobook: Paul Wilson" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5445794e5449324e54553d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" width="386" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" width="386" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox photobook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5445794e5449314e444d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Our Little Man" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5445794e5449314e444d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" width="386" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" width="386" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-1324783641511603658?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-with-hallmark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-1078314041635056637</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T10:54:56.746-05:00</atom:updated><title>Slow Climb</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So, Paul is finally back to his birth weight! Well, he's actually a little more now.  Because of his tongue tie he wasn't latching properly and wasn't getting enough to eat.  Yesterday we got it snipped and already it's better! I weighed him at the doctor's yesterday and he was 8 lbs 3.5 oz! Yay! I was really happy to see that because they're supposed to gain it back by a week and a half, not 3 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It was frustrating because I was having to pump for five minutes on each side after every feed and also give him an extra ounce through a syringe (he would suck on my finger while I slowly gave him the milk or formula through the syringe.) It was very exhausting! I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore.  Although today he is really hungry and I'm trying to just breastfeed him and not give him extra.  I'm waiting to see how it goes.  It might be a looong day...lol! But, the more I feed him the better my supply will be so I think it's a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him another bath today and he HATED it! Probably because he was STILL hungry...lol! The last bath he seemed to like a lot better but today he wasn't going to be happy.  No way! But I got him clean and that's what matters most! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, he's finally asleep in his swing so I'm going to take the small amount of time I've got to do a few dishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaP-b_HbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ekFKuwy1Cgg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaP-b_HbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ekFKuwy1Cgg/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378030504282889650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hanging out after a good eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaPsvnpII/AAAAAAAAAYA/87oki6Kt04o/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaPsvnpII/AAAAAAAAAYA/87oki6Kt04o/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378030499533399170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The syringe feeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaPYkgrwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/CFDu3YU8ikg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaPYkgrwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/CFDu3YU8ikg/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378030494118096642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wearing the hat his Uncle Blaine brought back for him.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little big now but he'll grow into it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaO01BY3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/RswBNPXvgkM/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaO01BY3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/RswBNPXvgkM/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378030484523672434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I LOVE this one! This is after waking up in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaOhKXkaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/LbcUSTx88p8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaOhKXkaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/LbcUSTx88p8/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378030479244497314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;On a walk with my little man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-1078314041635056637?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/slow-climb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SqKaP-b_HbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ekFKuwy1Cgg/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-711317819489638221</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:12:44.808-05:00</atom:updated><title>Life Is Good</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1HDE0y3vI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hu55cV5AHtc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1HDE0y3vI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hu55cV5AHtc/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376531648310599410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1HCnLvZYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ENCkLon0ss4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1HCnLvZYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ENCkLon0ss4/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376531640353777026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G3a5Hp-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jqzcEpOymio/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G3a5Hp-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jqzcEpOymio/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376531448075888610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G28JVDLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cO4TDSHV9tg/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G28JVDLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cO4TDSHV9tg/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376531439822376114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G2ebc1WI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3iFOwHn_x34/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G2ebc1WI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3iFOwHn_x34/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376531431845320034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G2P2jUTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wY8KQvIi6Ww/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G2P2jUTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wY8KQvIi6Ww/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376531427932459314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G1oFOO6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/uzc2SMy08ps/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1G1oFOO6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/uzc2SMy08ps/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376531417256573858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GW6AOUOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t2exh8-wQ88/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GW6AOUOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t2exh8-wQ88/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376530889491501282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GWVGePYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Wca5HLPSKAw/s1600-h/014+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GWVGePYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Wca5HLPSKAw/s320/014+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376530879585598850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GVlCfbZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MudtTiCp2Fs/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GVlCfbZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MudtTiCp2Fs/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376530866683997586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GVOlOx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_5uQZR_5E3s/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GVOlOx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_5uQZR_5E3s/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376530860655691730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GUiKDHzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/JAtdXiU2_LY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1GUiKDHzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/JAtdXiU2_LY/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376530848730521394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So, life with Paul is pretty darn good! He's not too terribly fussy (only when he's really hungry...lol!) I can't imagine life without him now.  Everyday I feel more and more like his mother.  As he becomes more alert and is interacting more with me I am enjoying him a lot.  I am anxiously awaiting his first smile.  When he's falling asleep I get a lot of "sleep smiles" but no awake ones yet.  I'll make sure to post a picture when I get one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, I need to eat something while Paul's sleeping 'cause once he wakes up I won't get a chance! LOL! I'll continue to give you little updates when I get the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-711317819489638221?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sp1HDE0y3vI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hu55cV5AHtc/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-203286397094328504</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:13:39.998-05:00</atom:updated><title>Paul Is Here!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1R-xuMnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q0636MVLuQY/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1R-xuMnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q0636MVLuQY/s320/120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923307222774386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1RfNBJRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QgG58WKLkd8/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1RfNBJRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QgG58WKLkd8/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923298747327762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1Q5IRHqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2OsHKelYlQg/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1Q5IRHqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2OsHKelYlQg/s320/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923288526855842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1QQPHj5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/GTIDVB2AS0o/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1QQPHj5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/GTIDVB2AS0o/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923277549735826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1P-Dwf_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Ux1Azy7qikg/s1600-h/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1P-Dwf_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Ux1Azy7qikg/s320/122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923272670248946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Paul Peter Stanley Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;08/12/09, 4:22 pm, 8 lbs 2 oz, 20 in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, I went in Wednesday morning to be induced.  I called them at 7:30 and they said "come any time!" After we all got showered and ate and stuff we got there around 10.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I asked them if they could break my water first and see what happens with that before they start me on the pitocin.  They said that breaking the water is something they always do first but for first time moms they start them on the drip right away instead of giving it time.  They said they would be willing to give me an hour to walk around and stuff after breaking my water to see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;They broke my water at 10:30 and I was 3 cm.  I walked around for about 5 minutes and I already started having contractions.  I didn't like standing through the contractions so I returned to the bed.  From the very start my contractions were already coming 5 minutes apart, steadily.  They were also slowly getting more painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;They came in to check me at 11:30 and I had already gone 1 cm! I was really excited! So they said they would give me another hour and start the pitocin after that.  Over the next two hours I went 2 more centimeters, on my own! By this point my contractions were coming closer together and getting a lot more painful.  I made the decision to get an epidural, not because of the intensity of the pain but because they were so close together (1-2 mins apart) and I wasn't able to really get a break in between.  I was 6 cm when they gave me the epidural.  Also around this time I started to feel really nauseous and threw up badly.  NOT fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, the epidural didn't take...at all! The contractions were getting more and more intense and really close together.  I was thinking "why am I feeling everything??" They asked me if I wanted to use the laughing gas and I said "sure! Why not?!" She told me that it doesn't take away the pain but it more takes ME away from IT.  Well, I really didn't care for it.  I was still in pain and it only made me feel like I was hammered for a minute.  I don't think I would use it again.  After I got the epidural they checked me (about 45 mins) and I was 7 cm.  Suddenly the contractions were less than a minute apart and I was starting to feel like I could push.  15 minutes later they checked me and all I had was just a lip of a cervix.  I went from 7 to 10 in about 15 minutes!! Insane! (No wonder it was so painful! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;They let me start pushing at 4:08 (my mom was keeping track.) After a few pushes they realised his heart rate was dropping when I pushed.  So they used the suction thing to help guide him out.  The doctor said later that she only used it for about half a contraction.  He came out super fast after that.  He was born at 4:22.  I only pushed for 14 minutes! I couldn't believe it.  Within 6 hours my precious baby boy was born! I thought it was going to take a lot longer than that but maybe genetics does have something to do with it! (My mom never had a labor longer then 6 hours with 4 kids.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;All in all it was a good experience! And I never had to be induced! Looking back it wasn't that bad.  I would do it again in a heartbeat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-203286397094328504?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/paul-is-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SpB1R-xuMnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q0636MVLuQY/s72-c/120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-1753595497279671562</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:14:43.453-05:00</atom:updated><title>Good News!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm going to make this short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I had my doctor's appointment this afternoon and I was (finally) dilated! Two centimeters; a stretchy three!! So, they went ahead and stripped my membranes.  The doctor said that I will most likely go into labor tonight! If not tonight, at least by the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So I will keep you updated with it all! I'm feeling quite crampy right now (which is what the doctor said would happen) and I'm having a few random contractions here and there.  We'll see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-1753595497279671562?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-159233213559918768</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:15:19.295-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Am Slowly Going Crazy 1-2-3-4-5-6 SWITCH!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;As you can guess I am still pregnant.  Although, my title is somewhat deceiving.  I'm not actually going crazy.  I am surprisingly calm.  I guess it is because I know that no matter what happens they will induce me on either Monday or Tuesday.  There is some comfort in that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm really excited because my parents are coming tomorrow! I'm not sure how long my dad is staying but my mom will be here till the middle of the week next week.  She wants to stay for a week after I'm home with baby (which will most likely start Wednesday.) Today I've been trying to get a lot of laundry and dishes done so I'm not leaving her a pile of things to do while she's here.  It always feels good to get those things done anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So I will keep you all up to date with everything.  Right now I am heading to bed because I am exhausted! I might last through one page of my book tonight! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-159233213559918768?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-slowly-going-crazy-1-2-3-4-5-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-3797527753829828903</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:16:44.786-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dropping</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm starting to feel cramping.  It's been kind of on and off for the last couple of days.  I've wondered exactly what it means (if anything) or if it's just another pregnancy symptom.  I took a picture on Tuesday and I took one last night.  Now I think I know why I'm cramping.  He has dropped quite a bit! Exciting!! It's VERY obvious in the photos.  Hopefully this is just one more step to my little boy making his way into my arms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnsbDPevS0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/vhj-5Vm1BWA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnsbDPevS0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/vhj-5Vm1BWA/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366913123451095874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;August 4, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnsbDrJlVUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/khEYr6MrAOc/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnsbDrJlVUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/khEYr6MrAOc/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366913130878555458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;August 5, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-3797527753829828903?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/dropping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnsbDPevS0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/vhj-5Vm1BWA/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-3413444086691855597</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:17:09.685-05:00</atom:updated><title>Update</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Still preggo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I had a doctor's appointment today and I'm still closed and long.  He said not to be frustrated about that because it really does mean nothing.  Things could change instantly.  He went ahead and had me book an ultrasound for Friday morning so they can check to make sure that the fluid levels and such are good.  I also have an appointment booked for Monday.  If I make it to that he will induce me that day.  He said he really doesn't want to induce, but at my hospital they don't let you go past 10 days overdue.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hopefully I'll have baby before the ultrasound.  That would be GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-3413444086691855597?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-7270379087642427819</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:17:41.410-05:00</atom:updated><title>Still Playing The Waiting Game</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Just a short note to let you know that I am still pregnant.  I am now two days overdue.  Every time I wake up in the morning I'm bummed out that my water didn't break in the night or contractions didn't start.  Also, every time I go pee I push really hard to see if I can make my water break! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;All of this is to no avail, though.  This baby isn't coming out until he's ready.  I just wish I knew when that was!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-7270379087642427819?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-playing-waiting-game.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-6326756351347480020</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 03:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:18:12.212-05:00</atom:updated><title>**SIGH**</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, it's 40 weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I guess I thought he would come earlier.  It's okay, though.  I think I should celebrate that I made it to the end of my gestation! It really won't be much longer.  The anticipation is ROUGH, though.  I wish I had someone I could go walking with or watch movies with all the time.  My friends are too busy to keep me occupied all day long, every day.  Plus that would make me WAY too needy! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here are my (hopefully) last pictures.  I think I've dropped a little bit more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnO60wAkT0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/OSV_pqFZ1Us/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnO60wAkT0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/OSV_pqFZ1Us/s320/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364836996531638082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnO60WM5khI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7tLtkgySx1g/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnO60WM5khI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7tLtkgySx1g/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364836989604041234" 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/8290475359442041728-6326756351347480020?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SnO60wAkT0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/OSV_pqFZ1Us/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-1233142014289900737</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:18:49.239-05:00</atom:updated><title>Update</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, I made it to my doctor's appointment this morning.  39 weeks and 3 days.  He checked me out and I am neither dilated or effaced.  He said I am closed and long...not what I wanted to hear! He said it will still be a few days so I'll probably make it to my due date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Although, when my mom and I first figured out my due date way back in the beginning we thought it was the fourth, then we figured it down to the first or second, possibly the third.  It actually helps me relax a little bit knowing that it's most likely not going to happen until the weekend.  I know things can change, but that's my feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My dad's guess is the 4th...anyone else on the same page?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-1233142014289900737?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-6157892259037544995</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 03:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:19:42.184-05:00</atom:updated><title>39 Weeks</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It has been less than one week since my last pictures and I'm already bigger! It's so strange! I've also noticed that he's dropped a tiny bit.  That may have been a contributing factor in my painful episode the other night...he shifted and dropped a little and caused some excruciating back pain! That, thankfully, ended and I like to think that he is a little bit closer to making his entrance in this world! So, here are the pictures I took tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmvRgBZG50I/AAAAAAAAAT4/c5xBXFMAIe0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmvRgBZG50I/AAAAAAAAAT4/c5xBXFMAIe0/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362610129374472002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmvRf9VdEnI/AAAAAAAAATw/n5t5ybaCijo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmvRf9VdEnI/AAAAAAAAATw/n5t5ybaCijo/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362610128285405810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmvRftLzfDI/AAAAAAAAATo/j_-hbVKmrbw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmvRftLzfDI/AAAAAAAAATo/j_-hbVKmrbw/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362610123949964338" 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/8290475359442041728-6157892259037544995?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/39-weeks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmvRgBZG50I/AAAAAAAAAT4/c5xBXFMAIe0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-8784612228596550544</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:20:08.086-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Girl Who Cried Baby</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I had a false alarm last night.  Now I'm even more afraid of how painful the real thing is going to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dan and I started watching a movie around 7:30.  (We watched Revolutionary Road...wow! Good movie.  Sad, but very well done.) About the same time my lower back started to hurt.  Then it REALLY started to hurt.  I tried to get comfortable every way I could.  I tried putting a pillow behind my back and everything.  I was also having some pain in my lower abdomen as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;After the movie I called my mom and asked her if the baby has to drop before you start going into labor and she said "not necessarily." She suggested calling Labor and Delivery so I did and the woman said "sounds like regular end-of-pregnancy aches and pains.  Even if you are in labor it's very early on." I also started to notice that I was feeling kinda nauseous and dizzy.  I was having some contractions but they were very sporadic and not consistent.  I would have one that lasted 30 seconds, have one 25 minutes later that would last 1 minute, then one just 3 minutes later.  It would then be another 20 minutes till the next one...just totally inconsistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I went upstairs with the computer and posted on my MAMA board I'm a part of.  I explained how I was feeling and a lot of them responded saying "try lying down or taking a bath and see if it relaxes you." So I decided to take a warm bath.  It felt really nice! At this point the worst part of it all was a splitting headache.  Dan went out and got me some Tylenol 'cause all I had was some ibuprofen and the woman at L&amp;amp;D said not to take that.  That helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;After the bath I felt just exhausted and my back was still hurting some.  So I curled up in bed and hoped that either it would get worse and I could go the hospital or I would fall asleep and be able to relax.  Both Dan and I were kinda hoping it would be former but unfortunately it was the latter.  I woke up this morning feeling a lot better.  I still woke up quite a bit in the night but each time I slept longer in between and the achy feelings slowly subsided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My mom's guess for the dizziness and headache were dehydration.  Which is why I'm trying to keep on top of drinking tons of water today! It could have also contributed to the pain in my back.  Hopefully next time though I'll be able to tell my birth story after a night like that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-8784612228596550544?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/girl-who-cried-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-3956564483098801996</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:20:44.118-05:00</atom:updated><title>Originality</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sometimes I wish I was better with food.  I can follow a recipe really well and it can turn out great! I can also make simple meals from scratch.  I read all these food blogs and these people make some amazing meals that are simple! But in my mind I wonder how they got there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Is it because they have the money for the ingredients? Can't always be because some of them use basic ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are they more learned then me? Possibly.  A couple of them are trained, so I would definitely say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are they more talented then me? That must be it! Maybe it's just their natural instincts when it comes to food.  It's this deep down embedded code that exists inside them; it tells them what goes good with what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe I just don't have the energy right now to try newer, elaborate meals and I want to just blame it on my "lack of talent." I can honestly blame it on my lack of money, though! LOL! And the fact that I don't live across the street from a grocery store anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I think I might try and be a LITTLE more original tonight (instead of oven pizza or chicken strips.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-3956564483098801996?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/originality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-8937887568606836125</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:21:40.829-05:00</atom:updated><title>38 Weeks and 3 Days</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My first pregnancy post was 7 weeks. People always talk about how time flies but, honestly, it really does! It seems unreal that I am so close to meeting the little guy that has been growing in me since November! He's already so special to me. I can't wait for us to give him a name and bring him home. I can't wait for Alfie to meet him and get used to him. I know he'll be protective but loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Things haven't been too bad at all. I probably complain more than I should. My left hip is still bothering me and I can't walk far without having contractions. I also can't walk too fast at all. I don't sleep very well at night. Mostly because my whole body is just plain uncomfortable. I also have some really weird dreams that will wake me up. Oh, and don't forget the peeing! Always the peeing! I know I've had a good sleep when I only had to wake up twice to go to the bathroom. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I had a doctor's appointment today and he said that if I make it to my next appointment then he will do an internal exam just to see what's going on. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm already a tiny bit dilated. That can usually start 2-3 weeks before baby actually comes. He hasn't dropped yet but that could happen at any time. I really would like not to have to think about another doctor's appointment but none of this is on my terms! I have to trust my body with it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here are my 38 week photos (I know it's a few days after the exact week but I needed batteries for the camera.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmZALD91A3I/AAAAAAAAATI/7-Ev3ceJBPQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmZALD91A3I/AAAAAAAAATI/7-Ev3ceJBPQ/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361042965218526066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmZAK-q9p_I/AAAAAAAAATA/736d_5N0gTM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmZAK-q9p_I/AAAAAAAAATA/736d_5N0gTM/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361042963797223410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmZAKtZQdvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1dMauMF7EiQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmZAKtZQdvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1dMauMF7EiQ/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361042959159555826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmZAKiYbq6I/AAAAAAAAASw/r0MCrbG85Uc/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmZAKiYbq6I/AAAAAAAAASw/r0MCrbG85Uc/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361042956203305890" 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/8290475359442041728-8937887568606836125?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SmZALD91A3I/AAAAAAAAATI/7-Ev3ceJBPQ/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-4767850177366677588</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T13:13:41.339-04:00</atom:updated><title>My How Time Flies</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am so sorry that I haven't updated in awhile! Actually, it's been a long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; while.  Life has been pretty busy around here so updating has been kind of the last thing on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, there is no baby yet.  We are still awaiting his triumphant arrival! And let me say, he is welcome to make his appearance ANY TIME!! I am so tired and worn out...I just want hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;m here! Both Dan and I are excited to meet him face-to-face and just hold him.  I want to pinch his little cheeks and pat his little bum.  I cannot believe how close it is - just 29 days! I am feeling prepared if he were to come today.  The moment I bought a pack of newborn diapers I knew I was ready.  Everything else is just waiting for him! I have all these cute little outfits that I look at every day but no little boy to wear them yet! "I will be patient" is my new mantra.  LOL!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we are all moved into ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;house! Well, all moved in as in all the boxes are here.  We have done a lot of unpacking so far and have the main rooms all set up.  My mom has been a HUGE help with that! I've been able to keep on top of doing all the dishes and stuff but she really helped me w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ith unpacking the kitchen and the dining room.  She's such a blessing! I love coming down in the morning and seeing my dining room, kitchen and living room all separate from each other.  And they're tidy because everything has a place! It's not all crammed into a little apartment spo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;t.  Alfie is used to the house now.  He's been pretty good about it.  He LOVES his back yard which I am really glad we have for him now.  Our next door neighbors have a little Pomeranian and a white Lab puppy so I can't really let Alfie out when they're there because he just goes insane! If he was on the other side of the fence with them he'd be scared crazy, but since he's in his territory all he does is bark at them like a mad dog.  Hopefully that will change! All-in-all, though, we are just loving the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Last Saturd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ay we had the memorial service for Cathy.  It was a really nice service.  My dad performed it and her A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;unt Barb did the eulogy.  It was short but very sweet.  I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;like the idea of funerals being long...that's just too painful.  Plus it was pretty hot that day and I was sweating like a pig! Afterwords we all went back to Peter's place and there were refreshments and great conversation.  It was great to get to know Peter's family a little better.  I have k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;nown Cathy's side of the family before I even knew Dan but the last time I had seen anyone from the other side was our wedding three years ago! Later that evening we went over to the hotel they were staying at and just sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ent time hanging out with them.  What a fun group of people! They're planning to have a Wilson family reunion every year starting next summer.  I hope it happens because I would LOVE that! I've always enjoyed family reunions.  They don't happen enough!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my battery on my laptop is dying so I'm going to sign off before it ends it's life.  The cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;d is all the way downstairs and I will gladly admit that I am too lazy to go and get it! LOL! I'll leave you with a couple of pictures from Canada Day.  We spent it in Ottawa with my parents and two of my brothers a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;nd we had a GREAT time! I am calling these my 36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; weeks pictures.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sk47WlXF4MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VLvuN6XvvZg/s1600-h/P7010090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sk47WlXF4MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VLvuN6XvvZg/s320/P7010090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282266162225346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sk47Wa1s-AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UlSjsQRv3qc/s1600-h/P7010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sk47Wa1s-AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UlSjsQRv3qc/s320/P7010088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282263337826306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sk47WBi5F3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lpIkJ4TxGXk/s1600-h/P7010087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sk47WBi5F3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lpIkJ4TxGXk/s320/P7010087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282256548042610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sk47VyntygI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2WyrN67vzlE/s1600-h/P7010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sk47VyntygI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2WyrN67vzlE/s320/P7010082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282252541741570" 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/8290475359442041728-4767850177366677588?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-how-time-flies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Sk47WlXF4MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VLvuN6XvvZg/s72-c/P7010090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-372727136259694562</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-07T13:17:44.569-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Great Loss</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Siv1I75feAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wGwjV3bwgCQ/s1600-h/4662_88254154790_510599790_1730840_6457140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Siv1I75feAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wGwjV3bwgCQ/s320/4662_88254154790_510599790_1730840_6457140_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344634916671813634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dan and his mom, Cathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Siv1IwtpQjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZSxmlXeB6Zo/s1600-h/n510599790_105637_6152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Siv1IwtpQjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZSxmlXeB6Zo/s320/n510599790_105637_6152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344634913669333554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Peter, Cathy, Dan and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Friday around 7 o'clock I got the call.  The call I have been dreading since the day I married my husband.  For the past 3 years every time the phone rang and it was my father-in-law I was afraid it would be "the call." His wife has passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dan's mom (Cathy) had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/huntington/huntington.htm#What_is"&gt;Huntington's Disease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;.  She started to show symptoms around 39 and for the past 14 years slowly progressed in the disease.  My father-in-law (Peter) quit working about 13 years ago to be her main caregiver.  He lived and breathed for her.  His life revolved around her comfort and her happiness.  Everything he did he thought of her first and how it would affect her.  Sadly, over the years, Dan and Peter had to watch Cathy fade away from the person she used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Even so, she still had quite the personality.  I have only known her for about 3 1/2 years but I remember how lively she was when I first met her.  She smiled, she laughed and she would turn her head towards you to listen.  She couldn't talk and she couldn't make simple movements (like a gesture to shake your hand) but she was very much aware of everything that was going on.  I remember one time my mom and I were looking through a photo album of Dan when he was a baby and she was just glowing! She had a huge beaming smile on her face as we showed her pictures and commented on them.  That is a good memory I have of her.  She used to like to watch romantic movies and she always responded to them.  She liked to watch soap operas and I'm pretty sure she was a Toronto Maple Leafs fan (or so Peter says...lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Over the past year, especially, she seemed to fade more quickly.  She lost a lot of weight (despite eating the same amount of food) and came down with a couple lung infections.  One of those was just last weekend.  Peter had a couple scares with her in the last week but was able to keep her alive without having to take her all the way to emergency.  She was on antibiotics and things were starting to look up.  She was still having trouble swallowing but the nurse said that once she is done the antibiotics that should subside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Friday night while Peter was feeding her he noticed her face change color.  He gave her a form of the Heimlich but it didn't work.  He said it all happened in about 3 minutes.  She just stopped breathing.  I have a feeling her heart just gave out.  She was only about 50 pounds at the time of her death and I think her heart was just to weak.  So, Peter called us right away and we went over.  We got to spend the last couple hours with her as a family and it was so special.  The grieving process is hard but so essential.  I am glad I didn't go to Ottawa this weekend so I could be there for my husband and father-in-law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;We are sad that she is gone but we are thankful that she is no longer suffering.  Her body is renewed and she is no longer sick.  Sometimes the "healing" process comes in a form we don't like to think of: death.  Life will be different and we will get used to it.  It will take time but we are a family and we have each other.  We also have LBW to look forward to! The day before her passing Dan and I were talking about how excited we were going to be to take LBW over to see his mom and get pictures of him on her lap.  Unfortunately we won't have that now.  But we have her memory and lots of stories to tell.  She got to feel my stomach at a time when LBW was moving around.  I'm thankful for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;There is this song that is now reminding me of Peter and Cathy.  I know how it is to love someone whole-heartedly but I do not know that feeling of losing them.  So this song is dedicated to my father-in-law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;by Amy Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm looking for a way to feel you hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Feel your heartbeat just one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Reaching back, trying to touch the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Each precious minute that you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;How do you prepare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When you love someone this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;To let them go a little more each day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The stars we put in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The dreams we didn't waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The sorrows we embraced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The world belonged to you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The oceans that we crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The innocence we lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The hurting at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'd go there again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;'Cause it was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Some days, missing you is overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When it hits me you're not coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;And in my darkest hours, I have wondered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Was it worth it for the time we had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My thoughts get kind of scattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;But one thing I know is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I blessed the day that I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The rules we stepped aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The fear that we defied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The thrill of the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The fire in our hearts that burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The oceans that we crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The innocence we lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The hurting at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'd go there again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;'Cause it was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-372727136259694562?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-loss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/Siv1I75feAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wGwjV3bwgCQ/s72-c/4662_88254154790_510599790_1730840_6457140_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-6395529539904204405</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 00:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-03T20:49:19.346-04:00</atom:updated><title>LBW Has Revealed Itself</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I had my ultrasound today! It was so exciting!! I LOVED seeing my little one all grown up since the last time.  It was amazing how much it had grown! It looked a lot more human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That's right; HE!! LBW decided that he wanted me to know what he is.  Dan wasn't able to be there for the ultrasound because he had to work so I got to surprise him with it.  I bought a couple boy outfits and a pair of little shoes and wrapped them up in a gift back.  I wrote a card saying "To Daddy, can you figure out what I am? Love LBW." He was really excited when he opened it up! I also got him this cute little book about a little bunny and his father.  We couldn't be happier! I mean, we would be just as excited if it was a girl but we are excited to know and picture (somewhat) our little baby boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Here are a couple pictures from the ultrasound:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SicZmETyCFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JtE3FFXfEYw/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SicZmETyCFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JtE3FFXfEYw/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343267624680818770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SicZmfnCnJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/B1pDUuMK5A8/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SicZmfnCnJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/B1pDUuMK5A8/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343267632009354386" 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/8290475359442041728-6395529539904204405?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/lbw-has-revealed-itself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/SicZmETyCFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JtE3FFXfEYw/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-5361295425748369089</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T03:00:58.189-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Body</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am just amazed at my body right now.  Things are literally constantly changing and I have no say in it.  For awhile things pretty much stayed the same.  For a couple months baby was growing but my system was fairly normal and I could still function just fine.  Sadly, that seems to be changing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;First of all, I'm going through some insomnia phase.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate it&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm tired but I just can't sleep.  Maybe there is a lot on my mind (work, baby, our move...) but it's not all in the forefront.  A couple nights ago I woke up around 4am and was wide awake.  I didn't really get back to sleep until 7ish.  Last night I was awake every 45 minutes to an hour but slept really well in between.  Tonight I laid down around 8, played some Yahtzee on my iPod but didn't really fall into a good sleep.  I started to around 9:30 but woke up around 12 (feeling like it was more like 4) and couldn't get back to sleep.  So here I am at 2:45am writing this post...sheesh! I hope this fades a little bit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Secondly it is like attack of the heartburn right now! Maybe it's the way baby is positioned but it seems like no matter what I do or take (Gaviscon, Tums, water with lemon juice and baking soda) it never completely goes away.  I'll eat fresh veggies and try to limit my starches (which gets harder and harder...lol) but it's just coming on more easily then usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Another thing is since baby is getting bigger it's actually starting to hurt sometimes when it moves.  It'll push against my ribs or my sides and really hurt.  And with it's changed position (head down) it's really changed my mobility.  I'm pretty sure I'm starting to "waddle" some and if I'm on the couch and using the laptop on the coffee table (like I am now) I can't lean forward for too long.  I have to take little breaks and lean back! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm just in awe of all the changes my body is naturally going through and how it's built to handle them.  God really knew what he was doing when he created woman.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-5361295425748369089?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-just-amazed-at-my-body-right-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-6330269287448872108</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-26T18:11:02.991-04:00</atom:updated><title>Doctor's Appointment</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Baby is definitely head down...and bum out! LOL! I had my appointment yesterday and all is good. Instead of my OB I had a resident. The hospital I am having my baby at is a teaching one connected with the university here in the city. She was really nice, though. When she was checking baby's position she said "yep, that definitely feels like a head down there!" I was very relieved! I figured it was because there's a lot more pressure on my ribs and lungs. And the bum has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; to be forward because my stomach is kind of pointy and really hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm really excited because I get another ultrasound! I guess at my first one they noticed that the placenta was low and they just want to check and make sure that it has moved. If not then I would probably need a c-section. I really don't want that. I guess 99% of the time it moves up so I'm not too worried. Now there's just the decision of finding out the gender or not. Dan really wants to now but I'm still undecided. It's a big decision!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;One more exciting thing is I haven't gained any weight! Yay!! My weight was literally exactly the same as it was at the last appointment. At my last appointment all I had eaten was a granola bar before hand and at this one I had eaten a whole breakfast...hmmm. Either way, I am glad about that. I also had my gestational diabetes test so hopefully I won't be getting a call on that. I haven't yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So, my ultrasound is next Wednesday...I'll let you know what we decided to do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-6330269287448872108?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/doctors-appointment_26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-1650021450494445132</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-23T21:25:22.047-04:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Shower</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So, next Sunday is my baby shower with the women from work plus some others.  I'm actually really excited!! Almost more excited then I was for my wedding showers.  I think the reason is it's more for baby than for me.  These friends of mine are willing to get together and provide my child with clothes and toys and essentials to make life better for it.  I feel so blessed already and it hasn't happened yet! I'll have to show you pictures and tell you all about it after it has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;On another note, here is a picture of what my baby is approximately at right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/ShieBrKG6UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mlpme9UJcPw/s1600-h/30+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/ShieBrKG6UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mlpme9UJcPw/s320/30+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339191109849901378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm pretty sure baby is now head down because I feel a lot more pressure on my ribs.  And it feels like it's probably feet and not just a head.  It can be rather annoying, especially while I'm sitting down.  It makes it harder to breathe...that's NEVER fun! I'm feeling more and more anxious for baby to come.  Not in a bad way, just ready to be done with pregnancy.  I am enjoying it but I'm just kind of tired of it right now.  The last couple of days I've had 2 hour naps!! And STILL slept through the night! I am also excited just to meet this little one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;10 weeks!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8290475359442041728-1650021450494445132?l=mmdwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-shower.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Morgs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xasMnnzA_FE/ShieBrKG6UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mlpme9UJcPw/s72-c/30+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>