<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:25:44.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pregnancy Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>Online Observations of the Mircle of Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-109377932372115279</id><published>2004-08-29T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T12:09:08.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Birthing Experience3:50amI knew intuitively that Aidan would start his arrival in the early morning. This was the time I always seemed to wake up during my pregnancy.Sure enough, my little gentleman started contractions at around 3:50am, as I slipped under the covers from my 3:30am nature call. I wasn't sure if they were contractions, because they just felt like little cramps. I started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/109377932372115279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/109377932372115279'/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-108085488948187211</id><published>2004-04-01T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T16:30:47.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Gang, Baby has arrived and things have just been too hectic, so I'm only 2 weeks late in reporting the great event!Aidan was born on March 17th at 8:40pm.  He's been a joy and that trite description of motherhood of "I can't explain how it feels, you just have to go through it" is too true.When I get a chance, I'd like to post about my birthing experience, which was truly awesome.  For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/108085488948187211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/108085488948187211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085488948187211' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107934398116694894</id><published>2004-03-15T04:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T04:48:41.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* 4th baby shower* DMIL visiting* contractions and false labor* stretch marks* glider</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107934398116694894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107934398116694894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934398116694894' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107934307188561886</id><published>2004-03-15T04:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T04:48:25.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>39wkWell Gang, I have 4 days until baby's due date!  I'm definitely getting excited about baby's impending arrival!  (I'm so excited, that I'm up again at my usual 3:30am wake up call...)First, I'll have to post a few things that have happened since my last post:I have to share something funny that happened at my 3rd baby shower on 2/29/04 (leap day!).  After opening gifts and such, DH </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107934307188561886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107934307188561886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934307188561886' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107858851917463118</id><published>2004-03-06T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T10:57:30.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>38 wksI guess I'm making up for lost posts...  so here I write again!  Baby has been doing the wave for quite some time now, and it is amusing to see my belly rumble around.  Sometimes, he'll poke out, but I haven't been able to distinguish whether it's a hand or a foot.  I think usually, it's his butt!2 weeks ago, at one of my midwife appointments, I was having Braxton-Hicks contractions!  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107858851917463118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107858851917463118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107858851917463118' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107854980156449805</id><published>2004-03-06T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T00:16:54.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>38 wksSo far, baby is still enjoying the womb.  Smart boy!  I must admit I'm getting a little nervous as we approach the big day, but I'm trying not to think about it.  I'm trying to take more naps and rest up a bit and just assume that baby will not come too soon.We have really been blessed by the outpouring of love for our baby!  DH had a baby shower at work and got the most thoughtful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107854980156449805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107854980156449805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107854980156449805' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107796585802522546</id><published>2004-02-28T05:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T06:12:27.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>37wksWoo Hoo!  As of this past Thursday, I am now officially full-term.  Although I can be a little stiff when getting up in the morning, or after I've been sitting for a while, I feel incredibly blessed knowing that I do not have a lot of back pain!  I credit a lot of it to the fact that most of the weight that I've gained has been baby, boobs and my thighs.  (Man, my thighs are huge!!!).  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107796585802522546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107796585802522546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107796585802522546' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107757707019331025</id><published>2004-02-23T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T18:05:03.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>36wksWow, only one more week (4 days, actually) before I'm considered full-term!!!  So many neat things have been happening lately, that I hope I can share the highlights:eBay:  I'm an eBay fiend.  Unfortunately, I haven't sold anything (no new listings) in a week and a half and my spending money is gone!  I did buy some cloth diapers and have subsidized that purchase with eBay payments </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107757707019331025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107757707019331025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757707019331025' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107651935705535465</id><published>2004-02-11T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:27:47.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>34wksWell, the babies are starting to pop out now!  An online friend, (actually the owner of the GON site that I moderate for) had her baby girl 2 weeks early (1/29/04).  And my cousin and his wife just had their baby on Sunday, 2/8, the same day as my oldest nephew's birthday.  Woo Hoo!  I'm next in line since I only have 6 more weeks to go!  Trust me, even though I'm excited to meet my little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107651935705535465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107651935705535465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651935705535465' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107607689823730863</id><published>2004-02-06T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:16:41.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>34wkBoy, it's a good thing I didn't commit to writing in this thing every day!!!  Sheesh!It's been a while since I've posted, but I've been busy with Childbirth Classes, prenatal and doctor appointments, volunteering at the library and running errands.  (I'm getting tired just thinking about it!)  I'm also taking a Basic Lay Speaking Class on Monday nights.  It's a class that is geared towards</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107607689823730863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107607689823730863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607689823730863' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107363566672936026</id><published>2004-01-09T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T03:41:14.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>30wkI can't believe I'm come this far, and I am grateful for every day that I spend with baby tucked inside!  Somehow, along with everyone telling me so, I know life as I know it will change.  It is exciting, even if it does sound like a cliche.For now, I am enjoying my bohemian lifestyle with this free time I've been given between "career" work and caring for a child.  Christmas has come and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107363566672936026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107363566672936026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107363566672936026' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107346431269148074</id><published>2004-01-07T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T03:56:11.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>29wk Happy New Year everyone!!I'm up again at my usual pre-dawn time to go to the bathroom, so I figured I'd post. It's been a while.  I guess it's about time I started having some pregnancy symptoms, since I am 7 months along.  On Sunday, while rehearsing with the Praise Band, I just felt kinda hot and flustered.  While singing, I felt like I just needed to sit down or something.  It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107346431269148074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107346431269148074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107346431269148074' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107286446287461076</id><published>2003-12-31T04:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T05:16:08.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>28wkYesterday was the first time that I felt big.  In fact, I felt baby pushing out more, as if he was running out of room.  It was an interesting feeling.  There are no more flutters.  Instead, it's more like a bed partner, squirming around for more room and pushing you out of the way.  It's kind of comical!  Maybe I'll see a foot or a fist soon!Just found out about another pregnancy!  A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107286446287461076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107286446287461076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107286446287461076' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107198790841918009</id><published>2003-12-21T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T01:30:11.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>27wkI can't believe I didn't mention this before....  I found out this past week that my CIL (cousin-in-law) is expecting also!  She and I both went to my MIL's retirement party, so she must have caught the bug then.  That was 3 weeks ago, and now she's preggers!  Hmmmm.... Coincidence?  Maybe not...  The running joke at my church is that if you are 35+ and go to the 9:30 service, you will get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107198790841918009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107198790841918009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107198790841918009' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107198664072072810</id><published>2003-12-21T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T01:31:29.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>27wkWell, it's official, I am now entering my 3rd trimester!!!  Things are still going pretty smooth.  I'm not waddling yet, I have no swelling anywhere (except my boobs and belly!), still no stretch marks and baby is kicking quite a bit.  My complexion is getting better, but makeup has become my friend!  (Neutrogena Skin Care Cover - it's actually flesh toned zit cream!)DH helps me up when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107198664072072810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107198664072072810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107198664072072810' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107127845005325617</id><published>2003-12-12T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T20:39:20.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>26wkBuck Wild:I'm back (wow, 2 entries in one day!)Anyway, just before the dinner alarm sounded, I wanted to post about my latest experience at my Dr's office this past Tuesday, 12/9.  (I know, midwives, doctors.... who can keep it straight!)  Anyway, I needed to see my primary care physician because my TSH (thyroid stimulating hormone) is way high and it keeps climbing.  My T4 (thyroid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107127845005325617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107127845005325617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107127845005325617' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107126783891248391</id><published>2003-12-12T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T20:02:28.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>26wksA moment of silence, please....Sniff, sniff.... ok, I'm trying really hard to regain my composure, but it's tough.  I just found out that Pettitte has signed on with the Houston Astros.  The Astros!!!!  The Yankees threw away a good pitcher, and despite all of Joe Torre's efforts, Steinbrenner is still able to screw up the team.  Get this: all Pettitte was looking for was to be needed.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107126783891248391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107126783891248391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126783891248391' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107071503328179600</id><published>2003-12-06T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T07:57:31.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25wksJust wanted to post in and let you know we got our first snow of the year.  Actually, we had a light dusting yesterday, but as I sit next to my window, I am enjoying the snow falling on this beautiful morning.  We probably have about 4" on the ground.  It's a beautiful winter wonderland.  Time to break out the hot cocoa (Chocolate Cortez for us Ricans)!I love it.  I'll be pregnant all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107071503328179600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107071503328179600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107071503328179600' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-107042169409394523</id><published>2003-12-02T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T22:51:51.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>24wksWell Gang,It is late and I am running out of gas.  However, I thought I'd post a quick update since it's been a while....Went to my first midwife appointment on Monday, 11/17 (just after vacation!) and I was really impressed.  These guys asked me about my last dental check up and to keep a 2 day food journal.  I knew, based on my reading, that tooth and gum health can suffer if a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107042169409394523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/107042169409394523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107042169409394523' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106964367130713654</id><published>2003-11-23T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:41:14.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>23 wksOK, my picture gallery really needs to be updated.  I have some new pix to add, which DH should be setting up shortly.  I forgot to mention that on vacation  2 weeks ago, DH felt the baby kick for the first time.  We were watching TV in the hotel room and I told him to put his hand on belly (for the hundredth time!).  He was like, "OK, whatever...." since he hadn't felt baby kick before, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106964367130713654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106964367130713654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106964367130713654' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106895877691910217</id><published>2003-11-15T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T23:59:57.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>22wksWell Gang,I'm back after vacation.  DH and I went to Cancun this past week as a "last fling" before baby comes.  It was very enjoyable, especially since I'm still getting around OK and am generally feeling pretty good.  I hope to update my pregnancy album with some updated pictures.  Now, after having 85 degree days, it's hard adjusting to the 44 degree days here back home.Also, I sorta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106895877691910217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106895877691910217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106895877691910217' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106799999078427575</id><published>2003-11-04T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:39:48.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, I really do have to hit the sack, but a few things I want to write about later are:* TSIG* Saved by Omelets and Cereal!* The Joy of Maternity Hand Me Downs!  (Thanks Sis!)* My Outie!I'm kinda starting to get sick of sleeping on my left side, but if I sleep propped up on my backside, it is nothing but problems the next day.  I actually find that I wake up in the middle of the night, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106799999078427575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106799999078427575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799999078427575' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106799929300558611</id><published>2003-11-04T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:42:25.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK Gang,It is definitely past my bedtime, but I haven't posted in a while, and so much stuff has happened lately.  I'm having a tough time keeping things balanced, but I will get there eventually.  The biggest news is that I am officially leaving work to become a stay at home mom (SAHM).  My company happens to be offering a severance package, which I've decided to take.  So, instead of being a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106799929300558611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106799929300558611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799929300558611' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106704235936967148</id><published>2003-10-24T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T20:41:44.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on a roll since I've been gone for a while.  In truth, I've been absorbed by the ALCS and the World Series for the last 2 weeks.  Gotta watch my Yanks....   Anyway, some of the other things I want to remember to post about are:* The hunt for a midwife * My new career</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106704235936967148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106704235936967148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106704235936967148' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106703809430187777</id><published>2003-10-24T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T20:36:11.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another really cool aspect of being pregnant for the first time is that you are sudden member of the Mommy Story club.  Mere acquaintances will come to you and share their pregnancy stories.  Sometimes, the stories are gory or painful (some women revel in the "negative" stuff), but now it's like other mothers can identify with me.  Baby now brings with me an instant ice-breaker and conversation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106703809430187777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106703809430187777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106703809430187777' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106703302793466603</id><published>2003-10-24T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T18:39:42.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have become an eBay fiend!  I've been shopping there for nursing clothes and nursing bras.  Sorry about getting TMI, but you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find nursing clothes that look decent and don't cost a fortune.  I found a lady who converts regular clothes into nursing clothes and got a few outfits from her.  The quality of the clothing is just OK though, so I don't think I'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106703302793466603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106703302793466603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106703302793466603' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106703271987064328</id><published>2003-10-24T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T18:40:26.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>19wWell, we found out what baby is today!!!  DH got to see baby with the ultrasound and baby is a Boy!!!Needless to say, DH is ecstatic.  He's already looking for golf clubs for baby.Both the technician and the Dr. took a lot of good pictures of baby and so far, he is 9oz and appears healthy.  It's so amazing, we were able to see his arms, legs, ribs, kidneys....  I could go on.  The creation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106703271987064328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106703271987064328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106703271987064328' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106688831739649262</id><published>2003-10-23T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T01:51:56.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How cool is this:  I came home from Bible Study on Wednesday night to find that DH made the bed and got me a body pillow!!!  He is so sweet!  He just wanted to "get something to show me that he loves me and was thinking of me".  Is he a romantic, or what!!??Even though the Yankees lost tonight after 12 innings in Game 4 of the World Series, I'm excited about my present.  I slept through the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106688831739649262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106688831739649262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688831739649262' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106592719738694115</id><published>2003-10-11T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T23:25:45.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>17wAlright, so sue me....  Nobody said this was a daily journal....  LOL... I have been remiss in posting though, and would like to give you an update on baby and me...Life has just been crazy lately.  I'm in my 2nd trimester and the so-called "Energizer Bunny" phase just did not materialize for me yet.  I was still feeling tired and like things were spinning out of control.  My thyroid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106592719738694115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106592719738694115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106592719738694115' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106461712963330795</id><published>2003-09-26T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T19:02:29.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>15wI must report another beautiful symptom of pregnancy.  My hair looks great!!!  Really, I'm not trying to be vain, or anything.  I have been trying to let my hair grow, since I've kept it short for a while.  (Guess I just figured out that my round face looks too round with short hair...)  From a practical standpoint, I want to be able to put it in a ponytail and deal with it quickly once baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106461712963330795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106461712963330795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106461712963330795' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106450736238877139</id><published>2003-09-25T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T09:31:42.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm happy to report that the power is back on.  In fact, for us, it came on on Saturday at about 12noon.  We are very fortunate since some folks in the area lost power for 5 days!!Baby has been very active lately, at least as far as I can tell with the gas bubbles and flutterings I've been feeling lately.  Belly is also starting to itch a bit, which I hear is a common sympton of pregnancy.  So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106450736238877139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106450736238877139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106450736238877139' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106400017113416743</id><published>2003-09-19T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T15:36:10.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Praise God, we survived Isabel just fine.  No damage to the house or cars and the only thing we are having to deal with is the loss of power.I still don't have power, but I do have power at work, which is how I'm able to post a quick note here.Officially announced the "big news" at work....   ahhhhh, now I feel the release that comes when you don't have to keep a secret anymore!I can't post </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106400017113416743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106400017113416743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400017113416743' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106388022565083813</id><published>2003-09-18T06:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T07:02:38.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, here we go again....I'm posting before Hurricane Isabel because the power might go out for a few days...  But at least we have the essentials on hand to survive the storm:  milk, bread, cold cuts, a 6 pack of Cokes (for him) and Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice Cream!!With these kinds of staples, and my stash of canned goods, we could survive for days without electrical power!!!And now, back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106388022565083813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106388022565083813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106388022565083813' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106387814107906830</id><published>2003-09-18T05:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T05:42:20.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uuuuugh.....  just lost a post I was halfway done with....  Sometimes, technology stinks....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106387814107906830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106387814107906830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106387814107906830' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106363645388734133</id><published>2003-09-15T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T11:03:12.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK Gang,At the risk of exposing you to TMI, I must write about two symptoms I've neglected to mention.  My belly is growing a beard!!!  Amazing, but true, my belly is getting hairy!!!  Maybe it's because there's more belly to look at, or maybe it's my imagination, but hey, I see what I see.  I probably have more belly hair than DH has chest hair!!!  But before you get too carried away, it's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106363645388734133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106363645388734133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363645388734133' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106345632611336422</id><published>2003-09-13T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T09:03:48.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13wAhhhh.... the second trimester is starting to have it's effect.  Now, instead of walking around like a zombie for the last couple of months, I now am getting a lot of energy!In the last few days, I'm finding that I'm waking up after only 6 hours of sleep and not feeling tired.  Thank goodness for that.  I started to feel like DH feels without his morning coffee, only it was like that all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106345632611336422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106345632611336422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106345632611336422' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106324434333894301</id><published>2003-09-10T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T09:06:23.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I definitely have to write this occasion down somewhere!!I missed my regular train and had to wait for the next one, so I didn't get home until 7:40pm.  Usually, because my commute is far, DH checks up on me with a daily call to my cell on the way home.  (I always look forward to that call!)I called him instead, since I was running late.  I had planned to cook Chicken Stir-Fry (something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106324434333894301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106324434333894301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324434333894301' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106316033727204014</id><published>2003-09-09T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T22:18:57.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK Gang,It has been too long since my last post.My 1st trimester has been great.  The only major symptom that I had was that I was a walking zombie!!!  I was so exhausted all the time that I cut back on all activities and focused on getting more sleep.  One day, I was so deranged that I attempted to sleep on the floor of my office during lunch.  That did not last long though...  ugh!!!I take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106316033727204014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106316033727204014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106316033727204014' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106108926548727389</id><published>2003-08-16T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:09:33.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to a pool party today and had a blast.  I wore my blue 1 piece bathing suit, which probably "hid" my belly a bit more.  Any regular person could not tell that I'm pregnant, but I know because my belly isn't as flat as it used to be!  To any passerby that really looks, it just might look like I'm slightly bloated.  It was great getting compliments about my recent weight loss and how great I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106108926548727389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106108926548727389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106108926548727389' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106061925613448563</id><published>2003-08-11T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T12:27:36.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unbelievable!!!!!!  DH and I went to satisfy my pizza craving yesterday, only to find that Guiseppe's is CLOSED!!!  What a heartbreaker!  We were both crushed.  I definitely had pizza on the brain and Domino's or Pizza Hut was not going to do.  So, we went to the Piazza Italia.  This is a fairly new casual Italian restaurant in town.  The food is excellent, but it's more of a restaurant and not a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106061925613448563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106061925613448563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106061925613448563' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106054537531002925</id><published>2003-08-10T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T16:05:20.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boy do I feel silly!!!!  My "stretch marks" appear to have vanished.  The only thing I can figure is that my pants were pressing against my skin, leaving those "marks".  I'm relieved.  Demi Moore, eat your heart out!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha...I went to my first Dr. app't on Friday, 8/8/03.  Doc tells me that I'm only 7 weeks along (8 as of this writing).  Now, I'm confused.  I definitely had nausea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106054537531002925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106054537531002925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106054537531002925' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106017565628952960</id><published>2003-08-06T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T09:14:16.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it.  I noticed them for the first time today...... stretch marks!!!!!I was hoping that somehow, I would avoid them, but after 11 weeks, there they are.  I've perused the 'net and basically, they are permanent.  Unless, of course, I opt for laser surgery.Yes, I have about 5-6 red striations on my belly.  I'm saddened by this.  I guess it marks the end of youth, in a way.  I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106017565628952960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106017565628952960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106017565628952960' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-106013155518107385</id><published>2003-08-05T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T20:59:15.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello there,I am pleased to say that I am intimately showing.  That means that the outside world can't figure out yet that I'm expecting, but DH and I can.  My tummy felt really swollen today and I thought I was going to burst out of my pants.  (It was gas!!!!!!   Acckk! Horrors!)  Still, I'll take that over talking to Ralph on the big white phone any day!DH was sooo sweet last night.  I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106013155518107385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/106013155518107385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106013155518107385' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-105977565794495907</id><published>2003-08-01T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T18:10:21.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a woman obsessed....  During my morning commute on the trains, I check out other pregnant women.  There have always been a few riding the rails, but now I monitor them closely.  Are they in pain?  Do they waddle?  Are their ankles swollen?  Are they excessively fat?I marvel at some of the women.  In crowded circumstances and in their 3rd trimester, they just cruise along like nothing.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105977565794495907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105977565794495907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105977565794495907' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-105953151700333191</id><published>2003-07-29T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T22:31:30.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I felt pretty good today.  I almost forgot again that I'm preggers....I figure, based on my date of conception that I am starting my eight week.I have a little belly, but I don't know if it's baby material, or just gas!!! :-)  DH told his friends at work today.  They are all excited for us.  I haven't told anyone yet because I want to wait for the 2nd trimester.  It's killing me though.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105953151700333191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105953151700333191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105953151700333191' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-105940932515987274</id><published>2003-07-28T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T12:26:45.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am dragging today.  Still no morning sickness, thank goodness.  I have nightmares about having to puke while on a Metro train.  Yuck!  So far, so good.  I sometimes forget that I'm expecting!Of late, I've taken up walking.  I was riding my bike before, but with BOTW, I'm sort of afraid to get on the bike now.  (Afraid? Or just a convenient excuse???? hmmmm....)  I bought a pedometer about 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105940932515987274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105940932515987274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105940932515987274' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-105930577193514956</id><published>2003-07-27T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T07:36:11.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting ready for church, now, but I wanted to jot a few notes about posts I want to write about later:The Joy of WalkingCommuter TrainsMy new website!C U soon....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105930577193514956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105930577193514956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930577193514956' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-105923379655498536</id><published>2003-07-26T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T13:22:40.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, this blog thing really does work.... cool...In general, I've enjoyed my pregnancy.  It's been fairly mild (still early though!).I have not had morning sickness too badly, but I have had mild bouts of queasiness and nausea.This is going to sound crazy though, but now I'm having hearing problems.  I think it might be tinnitus.  It's like I hear a buzzing around the noises I hear.  Like, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105923379655498536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105923379655498536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105923379655498536' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617134.post-105923321481087224</id><published>2003-07-26T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T11:26:54.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello there,It seems like everyone is doing it, so I am joining the blog trend.Actually, I was planning on keeping a hand-written journal.... we'll see which one ends up working out.It's official, DH and I are expecting a baby!!!DH did not want kids, but it looks like God had other plans!We are both nervous but getting excited each day.  (I'm excited, he's nervous!!)This is a journal of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105923321481087224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617134/posts/default/105923321481087224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mar4jc.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105923321481087224' title=''/><author><name>Maribel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284550047084074298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFdyak80h5k/SSYlejrRiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8ALRKc-ObY/S220/After+-+WLJb.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
