tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577709753449344502024-03-13T11:38:54.539-05:00In Search of Biscuit 2.0I'm Littleangelkisses. I've been married to Mr for 5 years now. We have Boo, who turned 4 in September. Boo was born 9 weeks early. We'd like to add another to our family. It's been 3 years now...littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-10953186780071284682010-03-02T11:05:00.003-06:002010-03-02T11:12:48.972-06:00ACK!So for some reason, it JUST hit me that I'm going to give birth in less than 2 months. I am now scared to death. <br /><br />For those who don't know, our son Boo was born at 31 weeks via C-section. I was never allowed to go into labor. He was in the NICU for 6 weeks before coming home. <br /><br />Now that we are having another, I realized that I have NO idea what giving birth is like. I am going to try for a VBAC. I just signed up for a Childbirth class today. (Nothing like waiting until the last minute, huh?)<br /><br />Really, honestly, truly...I'm scared. <br />1. I've never had a "newborn" at home. Boo was trained to eat every 3-4 hours by the time he came home from the hospital. He didn't have to be held all the time b/c we weren't allowed. He was a GOOD baby once he was home, no crying jags, slept for 3-5 hours at a time ect. <br /><br />2. Mr had colic...and I mean COLIC when he was a baby. His mother even said to me "I didn't think we were ever going to be friends until he was 8 months old" What if this one is like that?<br /><br />3. I'm SCARED TO DEATH to give birth :oops: I want a VBAC, but I have no real idea what to expect. How am I going to be able to CARE for a newborn while I'm recovering?? What if I need an episiotomy? What do real contractions feel like? <br /><br />4. Breastfeeding. I pumped with Boo, but never truly breastfed. SCARED :shock: How will I know what to do? How will I do this with Boo around? What if he's attatched to me all the time? <br /><br />5. What am I going to do with Boo during all of this time? I mean he's a great kid and all, but he's SO used to being the center of attention, what is going to happen when I need to do two things at once? It will be summer! He'll be home all the time. ACK!<br /><br />6. Am I too old to be doing this? For God's sake, I'm almost 39 and do I really have any business doing this? Is it going to be fair to him that his parents are retirement age when he's in HIGH SCHOOL?littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-50107547550118604732010-02-23T09:15:00.003-06:002010-02-23T09:22:01.596-06:00Relax huh?I always hated hearing "if you just relax it will happen." Don't think this post will be a change for me. It won't.<br /><br />What suprises me is that after struggling with Secondary IF for almost 4 years, then getting pregnant, I STILL HEAR IT! Now though, it's "I told you to relax, look what happened."<br /><br />What those people (some of them family members) don't know is that we never stopped trying. When you are TTC and struggling, it's never far from your mind. No, we weren't in formal treatment, but I was doing accupuncture 1-2 times a week all through the summer. I knew exactly when I was ovulating and we were timing intercourse. That isn't exactly "relaxing and letting it happen." So it still bothers me to hear "I told you so." Really? Really? You have NO idea what I was doing because I stopped telling you! It was easier on my mental health to stop talking about it than to hear assvice from you. <br /><br />When I told my family I was pregnant, I heard several "I told you so" comments. I had to stop myself from getting angry and just say "we weren't not trying, we just didn't tell you what we were doing." Sigh...I thought it would stop but I guess once you hear it, you will continue.littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-25760174998740336512010-02-22T11:15:00.002-06:002010-02-22T11:20:03.545-06:00Checking in after a long timeSo it's been a while.<br /><br />I am now 31 weeks, 2 days pregnant with a little boy. We call him Deuce (for now). He's kicking away as I type.<br /> <br /><br />Today I am more pregnant than I've ever been! Boo was born at 31 weeks 1 day (his story is here somewhere if you want to look) He is now almost 5 1/2. He's very happy that he's about to be a big brother, although Momma and Dad are worried it's going to rock his world, a LOT.<br /><br />I feel like I should have all kinds of things to say and tell you, but I'm rusty...very rusty.<br /><br />I promise to update more, really, I do. I just need to figure out if I have anything to say that is worth reading....littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-733928976560871122009-08-25T13:01:00.002-05:002009-08-25T13:03:36.326-05:00I didn't mean to leave you hanging....I finally got some numbers yesterday afternoon.<br /><br />Progesterone on Tues last week was 32.<br /><br />HCG yesterday was 2963.<br /><br />OH MY LORD, I'M PREGNANT!!!!!!<br /><br />I'm going in for a "dating" ultrasound on 8/31.<br /><br />In other news, Grant shot another commercial for the March of Dimes. I swear, he IS Ron Burgundy. I'll have to blog the story when I get a chance.<br /><br />More later and lots more thoughts. I guess I'm back to blogging....if you will have me that is.littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-47658150499451131892009-08-19T08:21:00.002-05:002009-08-19T08:23:58.834-05:00Limbo part twoI demanded a progesterone test Monday.<br /><br />I got a call yesterday that they only run those on Monday mornings and Thursdays...so no results until friday.<br /><br />Starting to get frustrated. Don't they know that after 4 years I will need faster answers than that?<br /><br />Makes me think twice about staying with this practice for the entire pregnancy.littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-20088420472263352322009-08-17T18:07:00.005-05:002009-08-17T18:22:55.380-05:00LimboAnd the wait is excruciating....<br /><br />I called my doc yesterday and asked to have HCG and Progesterone tested. We've been trying almost 4 years for this and I just don't want to take chances or get hopes up if it's not real.<br /><br /><br />So after going to two labs yesterday I called to get results. The nurse said "well, it's positive but the number is low so we are going to have you go back in a week and do another blood test."<br /><br />Wait, what? A week? So I asked what my numbers were. HCG was 59, they didn't do progesterone. "We'll be able to tell more in a week."<br /><br />Gee, thanks. I"ve waited almost 4 years to see a positive and you are going to tell me this? Way to burst my bubble.<br /><br />I called back later and insisted on having my progesterone drawn. I also had a friend look online (I was in an inservice all day) for HCG numbers. She found this:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">At 14 DPO, the average HCG level is 48 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 17-119 mIU/ml. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* At 15 DPO, the average HCG level is 59 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 17-147 mIU/ml.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* At 16 DPO, the average HCG level is 95 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 33-223 mIU/ml.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* At 17 DPO, the average HCG level is 132 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 17-429 mIU/ml.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* At 18 DPO, the average HCG level is 292 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 70-758 mIU/ml. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* At 19 DPO, the average HCG level is 303 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 111-514 mIU/ml. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* At 20 DPO, the average HCG level is 522 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 135-1690 mIU/ml. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* At 21 DPO, the average HCG level is 1061 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 324-4130 mIU/ml. * At 22 DPO, the average HCG level is 1287 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 185-3279 mIU/ml. * At 23 DPO, the average HCG level is 2034 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 506-4660 mIU/ml. * At 24 DPO, the average HCG level is 2637 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 540-10,000 mIU/ml</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So since I'm likely about 14 or 15 DPO (yes, I don't temp...it makes me insane) then I'm okay, right?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So now I wait. And I obsess about every twinge. And I tell myself that if it's not going to grow that I'll live. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Right?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Limbo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(and I thank anyone who commented! Who knew that people still checked on me? Gotta love those feeds huh?)</span>littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-35728587644268136412009-08-16T08:44:00.003-05:002009-08-16T08:45:30.270-05:00Day TwoAnother test, a different kind. A positive, faint but there.<br /><br />Still not 100% believing it...won't for a while I'm sure. <br /><br />I'm going to call my doctor and ask for some blood work.<br /><br />Cross your fingers, will ya?littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-65163211961634826832009-08-15T15:16:00.000-05:002009-08-15T15:18:01.575-05:00Too scared to believe it....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5-BWxzGBuBVjcMiwtYkh5TrHhxhPt0BZ3atIhsxihboceh62MJ3yTTJd9WGxzh3CSJXLwHiqTG-XfHnfEm37dv3jC2DWQRzHBSkUk8JCYSZz2HbGDmFjvhXKj9ZjEWtpjJK0_H9yb_ma/s1600-h/summer+2009+258.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370287403287392434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5-BWxzGBuBVjcMiwtYkh5TrHhxhPt0BZ3atIhsxihboceh62MJ3yTTJd9WGxzh3CSJXLwHiqTG-XfHnfEm37dv3jC2DWQRzHBSkUk8JCYSZz2HbGDmFjvhXKj9ZjEWtpjJK0_H9yb_ma/s400/summer+2009+258.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-35703038125129096702009-04-06T09:44:00.004-05:002009-04-06T09:49:46.022-05:00Grant becomes Q-C March of Dimes Ambassador<a href="http://www.qctimes.com/content/tncms/assets/editorial/b/c7/418/bc74184e-2090-11de-b982-001cc4c002e0.preview-300.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 448px" alt="" src="http://www.qctimes.com/content/tncms/assets/editorial/b/c7/418/bc74184e-2090-11de-b982-001cc4c002e0.preview-300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Grant made the paper on Friday. Here's the link to <a href="http://www.qctimes.com/lifestyles/health-med-fit/article_c0a217fe-2090-11de-b983-001cc4c002e0.html">the story.</a> He is so excited to lead our March for Babies this year! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He was in a commercial to promote the walk. Last week while we were driving to the television station, we were talking about March of Dimes. He asked me "Mom, we are marching for all the babies in the world, right?" I told him we were. Then he said "Well Mom, if aliens have sick babies, I think we should help them too!" </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He did a great job with the commercial. Apparently he has great timing. He learned his lines much better than I had anticipated and did a great job. They told us that it usually takes a few hours to do. We were in and out in about 45 minutes. Way to go Boo!</div><div> </div><div><strong>Please support our March for Babies. You can donate online at <a href="http://www.marchforbabies.org/grantsgang">www.marchforbabies.org/grantsgang</a></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>Every little bit helps!</strong></div><br /><div></div>littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-66755197648332471952009-03-10T14:43:00.002-05:002009-03-10T14:47:44.323-05:00RejectedI got a letter last week saying that I was not accepted into the Librarian Grant program. <br /><br />I'm more upset about it than I had thought I would be. I really thought my application would be accepted. The letter said that they needed to look at the distribution of where the teachers will be so that the whole state gets even coverage. <br /><br />I'm considering asking to join in the cohort and pay for the classes. Mr and I have to sit down and look at financials in order to do that. I would apply for loans, but it's a pretty penny. Yes, I'll get a raise with the degree, so it may even out in the end.<br /><br />I've never really been rejected like that before. It is a jolt to be told "thanks but no thanks." <br /><br />Blah. My mood matches the weather now.littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-10533051868744852032009-03-04T15:02:00.003-06:002009-03-04T15:15:56.298-06:00OverwhelmedDo you ever feel like you just can't keep up?<br /><br />Lately this is all my life is about, trying to keep up.<br /><br />So far this week, I have conferences at MY school, meetings downtown (one all day yesterday, one tonight), a city council meeting, a chiro appointment.<br /><br />Tomorrow I have school all day, conferences as Boo's school and then after that I need to present at the Mother of Twins club for the March of Dimes. <br /><br />Friday I have KDG round up and then I'm taking the rest of the day off...WHEW.<br /><br />I'm not looking forward to the conference tomorrow. Boo's been kicked out of circle time or not done his work most of last week and this week. His teacher is back from maternity leave and it's not going well. He is now coming home and telling me how he is "not making good choices" every day. He tells me that school is "too much work." I'm frustrated. <br /><br />My DCP tells me how wonderful he is there. He follows directions and makes great choices. He doesn't misbehave. <br /><br />School is another issue altogether though. He doesn't want to do his work. He complains that it is "too much work." I'm torn. <br /><br />As a teacher, I know the importance of following directions and doing what the teacher asks of you. But I also know that he's the youngest and he does NOT like to sit to write. He's very bright (even according to his teacher) He's complaining about going to school. One of my biggest fears is that he hates school. I DO NOT WANT that for him!! I'm so worried that this first experience with school is not good. Mr even got called at work about him last week. He shouted out "this is boring" during circle and flag time. He dumped his milk upside down at snack time and then wouldn't glue his puppet together. <br /><br />We have been taking away "Speed Racer" (oh the horror for Boo!) and not letting him watch television if he gets a bad report, but at the same time, is it THAT important that he glue a page? Should it be THAT bad if he doesn't color his paper or write his "s"'s? Sigh....I don't know how much I should push about this. I'm considering suggesting another teacher/class...but as a teacher myself, I don't want to be THAT parent either. <br /><br />How would you deal with this? How do you balance what you think is right vs. what the school is telling you?littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-34718255815734323912009-02-27T09:15:00.002-06:002009-02-27T09:19:48.779-06:00Showing offI should wait until show and tell, but I can't.<br /><br />We had the opportunity to work with a very talented Photographer, Shuva Rahim. She is amazing! She is able to capture personality on film. I cannot describe how my heart feels when I see the pictures she took of Boo, Mr and I. Here is a bit of a preview....<br /><br /><a href="http://accentphoto.wordpress.com/2009/02/26/a-miracle-family/">Accent Photo</a><br /><br />I didn't want to copy the pic here without her permission but PLEASE visit her blog to see them!<br /><br />I would recommend her to ANYONE in our area! She was wonderful to work with.littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-89493230675029926342009-02-23T09:29:00.002-06:002009-02-23T09:41:32.148-06:00Why We March for BabiesWe are honored to be our area's Ambassador Family for the March of Dimes. This is the speech I gave at our kick off yesterday. I was able to make it through most of it without crying...<br />We March so someday every baby will have 40 weeks.<br /><br /><strong>I’d like to take a few minutes to tell you our story and why the March of Dimes is so important to our family.<br /><br />In August of 2004, I was pregnant, almost 28 weeks. It had been a normal pregnancy without many issues really. I didn’t even get morning sickness. Like any first time parents, Jeff and I were pretty excited. We were painting the nursery, well, Jeff was, and getting things ready but we weren’t in a hurry. I mean I was due November 13th…there was no rush, right?!<br /><br />That all changed though on August 20th. I had been running around doing errands all day. I was tired and decided to lie down. When I got up, I realized I had some bleeding. The baby was moving around, so I wasn’t really worried. We’d had a something like this happen before and were told not to worry, but I decided to call the doctor just to let them know. They didn’t think it was anything but said I should come in to get checked anyway. What they found changed our lives quickly.<br /><br />Through an ultrasound, the doctor discovered I had a condition called Vasa Previa. Our baby’s umbilical cord was attached to my cervix and bag of waters. Basically, we were told if my water broke, our baby would bleed to death even before an emergency C-section could be performed. They flew me to Iowa City to confirm the condition. I was given two rounds of steroids to help mature the baby’s lungs. I was sent home on bed rest and told that the baby would need to be delivered at 34 or 35 weeks. We were told that our goal was to get to at least 32 weeks the beginning of October. Even better would be if we could make it to 34 weeks. I was just turning 28 weeks at the time, and scared.<br /><br />A few days later, I ended up in the hospital again under constant monitoring. We were walking the torturous line between wanting our child to have more time in utero and my water breaking, risking his life. We knew that every day we could wait before the baby was born could give him precious time to grown and develop. While I was in Iowa City, they showed us the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, so we’d know what to expect…but nothing really prepares you.<br /><br />On September 12th, just 3 weeks after being diagnosed, I had more bleeding. It was quickly determined that the baby needed to come out now. I was terrified. I was only 30 weeks and one day! Jeff got there quickly and at 10:51 am, Grant Spencer was born! I got to see him for a moment just a glance really before they whisked him away to work on him. I heard him cry faintly, just one time. He was 4lbs 2oz and 17 inches long.<br /><br />Jeff went with him to the NICU. I wanted someone to be with him. A few hours later, they took me to see him. The room was kept dim so that the lights didn’t over stimulate his nervous system. I couldn’t hold him. He was in an isolette. He was on a respirator and had several IV’s. I could hardly see his face through the tape holding the tubes in place. So I brushed the top of his head once, told him "Happy Birthday" and then had to leave.<br /><br />Later that night, his doctor came to my room. He asked everyone to leave except Jeff. My heart sank, this wasn’t going to be good. He told us they had found evidence of hydrocephalus, water on the brain. That Grant would likely have to have surgery to put a shunt in to drain fluid to prevent brain damage. We were just, quiet. He told us that they’d repeat the test in a few days and then send him to Iowa City where they were better equipped to handle the situation.<br /><br />The next morning, the nurses came in to tell me that there was a change in plans. Grant was going to Iowa City…NOW. Within an hour or so, it was all arranged. They quickly got me up and into a wheelchair. Jeff took me up to the NICU. They’d already loaded Grant’s isolette onto the stretcher. The Medics asked us if we had a picture, so we tucked a wallet size wedding photo of Jeff and I in next to him. That photo stayed with him the entire time he was in the NICU. They wheeled us into the elevator with him and then the medics asked Jeff to help them put Grant onto the helicopter. He joined me while we watched our son lift off, the wind rushing over our faces. It was then that I realized what time it was. At exactly 24 hours old, our son was flying away from us.<br /><br />I was transferred to Iowa City so that I could be near him. When I arrived, we were greeted with the wonderful news that there was NO hydrocephalus. But accompanying that news were requests for blood transfusions, surfactant to help his lungs inflate, and information on how they were treating him for sepsis. It was going to be a long road ahead.<br /><br />Grant suffered from Respiratory Distress Syndrome. His lungs simply weren’t mature enough yet to breathe on his own. He needed help breathing until they were. Grant was also hooked up to many machines. I had thought that I was prepared for all of this, but honestly, nothing can prepare you for seeing such a tiny person in the midst of all of that. I was afraid to touch him…and couldn’t hold him… not yet. He was so fragile, and tiny, and sweet. His fingers barely made it around Jeff’s thumb.<br /><br />I was discharged from the hospital, but Grant was nowhere near ready. Going home without him was hard. Walking in the door of your house after giving birth should be joyous. But I cried when we pulled into the driveway. My son was an hour away. The nursery was empty. It wasn’t supposed to be that way.<br /><br />When he was a week old, we were finally able to hold him. I’d SO been looking forward to this moment, see most mothers get to hold their newborns soon after they are born. Cuddle them; look at their beautiful faces, count fingers and toes. Parents of preemies don’t get to do that.<br />Instead, we leave the hospital without even being able to hold our miracles in our arms.<br /><br />The morning of the big day, the nurse untangled all of Grant’s wires and gently placed him into my arms. He was so light, so tiny. She told me he could only be held for and hour at the most. Any more than that could over stimulate him and cause breathing issues. Since it was my birthday, Jeff let me have most of his time holding Grant. It was the best gift I’ve ever gotten.<br /><br />Grant had his share of setbacks. The afternoon we first held him, he had several “Brady episodes”, forgetting to breathe. I heard the monitors go off and watched my son's lips turn blue as he struggled to breath. I could only watch as the nurses helped him. I was his mother, and I couldn't help.<br /><br />He couldn’t handle breast milk for several weeks so he had to be fed through and IV. It took him a long time to learn to suck and digest food. Eventually, he did though. He began to put on weight.<br /><br />Grant spent 42 days in the NICU. He came home 2 days before our first wedding anniversary. On our Anniversary, Jeff and I held him while we danced together to “Come What May”, our wedding song and our first dance as a family.Since then, Grant has continued to grown and thrives. His first year was full of ups and downs.<br /><br />He developed asthma and later caught RSV, resulting in a hospital stay. We still need to watch him carefully as simple colds can quickly turn more serious. But we are also very lucky. Vasa Previa often goes undiagnosed until it's too late. Preemies born before 32 weeks have a high rate of bleeding in the brain and serious respiratory problems. Grant escaped most of that.<br /><br />By the time he was 2, he was completely caught up in all his milestones. He’s 4 ½ now and talks our ears off. He amazes us every day with his ability to make us smile.<br /><br />We volunteer for the March of Dimes because of the important work they do. The steroids to help strengthen Grant’s lungs and the Surfactant he received to help him breathe are a direct result of the March of Dime’s work. Without these advancements, our outcome could have been very different. We march now to help other babies.<br /></strong><br />Please support us in our March this year. The work the March of Dimes does is important to all babies.<br /><br />My personal Web page address for donations is...<a href="http://www.marchforbabies.org/grantsgang">http://www.marchforbabies.org/grantsgang</a>littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-6492044485051959822009-02-15T20:46:00.008-06:002009-02-15T21:23:43.172-06:00Show and TellWe have a special guest for <a href="http://stirrup-queens.blogspot.com/2009/02/circle-time-show-and-tell-weekly-thread_14.html">Mel's Show and Tell </a>this week.<br /><br />This Photo Essay is brought to you by Boo. Take a peek into his 4 year old world. All photos shown exactly as taken by him. Included are: Daddy, cartoons, Lightning McQueen, the remote for the ceiling fan, his "baby" Evelyn, Miss Holly Berry on the china cabinet and his Kitty Bear. Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">My Favorite Things</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLtOo3OWt87fP85lQvMNv6XWul70wKJXPxxafYM_JjWektxknoANSa5NE3ihpNGfipS7CLrDN0c18VhsgN3v4tf-cur0hC0eUKOIbpdIkctaP7tFqdh8QRceHvvgImyxXTd3xJtZknXP9/s1600-h/TBLC,+Emily%27s+birthday,+Grant%27s+photos+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303224936113021794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLtOo3OWt87fP85lQvMNv6XWul70wKJXPxxafYM_JjWektxknoANSa5NE3ihpNGfipS7CLrDN0c18VhsgN3v4tf-cur0hC0eUKOIbpdIkctaP7tFqdh8QRceHvvgImyxXTd3xJtZknXP9/s320/TBLC,+Emily%27s+birthday,+Grant%27s+photos+017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnusU6RBTKsFnu0x4r0oE3F4qKXvqlaB8WJ8DOsXlUg1iuBKCQASf1DYdRPmOG4T8-4CxgSeT8tOrlutdyircRf9aNK7FYnym_lfHAcv_ZTcr7sItjZ6_catEU5PXwJWzlr8-PqNxCZgt/s1600-h/TBLC,+Emily%27s+birthday,+Grant%27s+photos+031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303224930513860674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnusU6RBTKsFnu0x4r0oE3F4qKXvqlaB8WJ8DOsXlUg1iuBKCQASf1DYdRPmOG4T8-4CxgSeT8tOrlutdyircRf9aNK7FYnym_lfHAcv_ZTcr7sItjZ6_catEU5PXwJWzlr8-PqNxCZgt/s320/TBLC,+Emily%27s+birthday,+Grant%27s+photos+031.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQOnWu-UCuV3yBHiu2F5Z1MmoUdhUuL4M92dWhUcaWJ5cEaaVZKrN4oB-ic7O09UJU_yE-BJjraW0RzhKWie9jOt1VZtZzgODr7wliw34loBSe4RVtn1sA-sw_SD_I1zAjtnXLhVOOTwn/s1600-h/TBLC,+Emily%27s+birthday,+Grant%27s+photos+030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223440217834690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQOnWu-UCuV3yBHiu2F5Z1MmoUdhUuL4M92dWhUcaWJ5cEaaVZKrN4oB-ic7O09UJU_yE-BJjraW0RzhKWie9jOt1VZtZzgODr7wliw34loBSe4RVtn1sA-sw_SD_I1zAjtnXLhVOOTwn/s320/TBLC,+Emily%27s+birthday,+Grant%27s+photos+030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZEUA4h7d9h0PiCmYz1nrS-oj38VcoC0ElvbUafQLzQ_osY201-EVFvT8j3z1-2JIjgXOps8h5eq1Tmc4Xe2s0RcyIpKnEkPDtWcotq8B8KZtHl28IZtJm3_EKwbhlgBR-ppoivDf_NBM/s1600-h/TBLC,+Emily%27s+birthday,+Grant%27s+photos+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223435949389074" style="FLOAT: left; 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I have no idea if I'll be accepted. I can only hope. <br /><br />At "theme night" saturday, we were talking about how each of us met our spouses. Mr and I met online. His best friend made the comment "Linda is everything he was looking for: redhead, glasses, and now she's going to complete the dream...librarian." I had to laugh.<br /><br />But it also got me to thinking. If I get accepted, I'm committing to two years of pretty intensive work. I'll also have to finish up a few classes for my Reading Specialist at the same time. Busy busy. I am a full time teacher with a four year old. I'm already busy. Can I still do all that and try for another child?<br /><br />I mean yes, technically I can try all I want, right? But really, in choosing to persue a career am I saying that I'm giving up? I don't remember giving up. What if it means I have? We aren't actively persuing treatment right now for financial reasons. Does not actively persuing mean we aren't trying? How did this happen that I don't know??littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-36757240862250479542009-02-05T09:32:00.007-06:002009-02-06T08:59:54.685-06:00Do you feel sad that your kids won't be babies forever?A friend on my message board posed this question the other day. The longer time passes without become pregnant the more I think about this. Don't get me wrong, I want my child to grow up and become an independant person, but I also want to cuddle him every day. I love to see the new things he can do, the words he can read, the way he makes decisions for himself.<br /><br />I also miss rocking him in the glider. I miss smelling his baby skin as his cheek rests on my shoulder. I miss that soft even breathing in my ear as he drifts into sleep. I even miss the NICU moments. The ones where I wasn't sure that I could get attatched to this little person, if he would live. I miss the magical moment when I first held him, so tiny and fragile. It was my birthday gift. The best one of my entire life. I miss every single challenge that was presented to us. I have regrets for not cherishing them more.<br /><br />It does make me sad. I didn't realize at the time that it might be the last time I heard that sound or smelled that smell. Now I'm beginning to. I want to stop time, freeze it so that I can come back and experience that moment again. I wish I had known then how much I needed to etch those moments in my mind.littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-18168560035511296752009-02-02T09:36:00.003-06:002009-02-05T10:47:29.038-06:00GREat....540 and 560 respectively.<br /><br />Not too shabby.<br /><br /><br />Now just cross your fingers that I get accepted for the scholarship,<br /><br />please??littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-50925577360120887632009-01-28T13:31:00.002-06:002009-01-28T13:35:52.385-06:00Wordless Wednesday- Knitters gone wild<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicLZ4geOyH47ZZw0gwo-NOzp2Gy5AALEJ2D4ySM8VrNr99AR_uvKK2cN20nW3ssHB-X5m1fqfvV86Qs9bkIFLK2cq_RvFIUdLlR8bmI_CHIk2ofOqzx8nYrTIwT9PueFvSyKuVDi4idpv/s1600-h/green+sweater+shot.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430548558607346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicLZ4geOyH47ZZw0gwo-NOzp2Gy5AALEJ2D4ySM8VrNr99AR_uvKK2cN20nW3ssHB-X5m1fqfvV86Qs9bkIFLK2cq_RvFIUdLlR8bmI_CHIk2ofOqzx8nYrTIwT9PueFvSyKuVDi4idpv/s400/green+sweater+shot.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-87488088580808469122009-01-25T12:18:00.004-06:002009-02-05T10:44:05.169-06:00Sunday Sunday SundayWe had friends over for dinner last night. We love to have people over...so when our friends asked if they could invite K and C, of course we said yes. Then we decided to make it a real party and asked S, J and N over too. This was all decided friday afternoon and yesterday morning. After power cooking and cleaning, Mr and I decided that we should use our heartrate monitors while cleaning...it can be a real workout...LOL! We also decided that we must like to entertain because we have all of the equiptment to handle dinner for that many at a moments notice, cloth napkins and all.<br /><br />Don't let the napkin thing fool you though. It wasn't a formal dinner. Our crowd is the "everyone in the kitchen, hanging out, laughing and drinking" kind of crowd. Yes we use cloth napkins and I made fig and blue cheese tenderloin, but there was tons of laughing and joking around.<br /><br />In all, we had 11 for dinner and they hung out and played a great game (Apples to Apples- FUN!) Boo loves it when we have people over. He was really good when playing with N, who will be 2 next week. He even got him "my favorite cars: the red Lightning, the Mach 6 with the 6 on the bottom and the WRX" it was really sweet the way they played together.<br /><br />All in all a great night.<br /><br />Today is a lazy day. I do need to grocery shop and prep meals for the week. Do you do this? It's something I've been in the habit of doing since we moved here. On sundays, I plan meals for the week and make a list. It's cut down on eating out and now I'm working on cutting down our grocery bill too.<br />I spread out any new magazines I have to look at around me. I subscribe to Cooking Light and Rachel Ray (don't watch the show, but the mag has good recipes!) then decide what Boo might eat, what Mr can eat (he does low carb...I know, I know...) and what sounds good to me. Not always an easy task. Then I make my list. This week it includes:<br /><br />Cream of Broccoli soup with biscuits<br />Pork Vindaloo with Jasmine rice<br />Turkey Tacos with yellow rice<br />Broiled Tilapia Parmesan with carrots and sweet potatoes<br />Homemade Chicken Fingers with broccoli<br />Fig and Blue Cheese tenderloin with carrots<br /><br />Sorry for the boring post, but this is my day today...LOL!littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-52138697326668046362009-01-22T14:17:00.004-06:002009-02-05T10:44:31.546-06:00Taking the plunge!I'm signing up to take the GRE and ordering my transcripts to be sent today. I am actually applying for the grant! WOOOO School librarian here I come....<br /><br />My principal told me today that she could "see me" in that role. I take that as a huge compliment. Our librarian here will be retiring in 2012 and I'd like to slip into that position. I'll still have to finish my Reading Specialist degree too as I need the endorsement. Next fall might be a might busy time!<br /><br />Anyone have suggestions before taking the GRE? I'm taking the general one so I'll download the prep stuff. I'm not too worried, but the math is always scary to me.littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-27766377175978641212009-01-16T14:24:00.004-06:002009-02-05T10:45:10.505-06:00Even Though I Don't Like Meme's, I am in the Mood...30 Things You (Probably) Already Know About Me...Or not.<ol><li>I am the youngest girl of 8 children. I have 5 brothers and two sisters and 22 nieces and nephews. </li><li>My parents call me the "oldest of the second family" as they had 6 in 7 years and then a ten year gap (mc's) and then me.</li><li>My older brothers and sisters voted on my name...hence my name is Linda Michelle. If my mother had won, I'd be a "Shelley."</li><li>I am a knitter. I learned to knit when I came back from my maternity leave after Boo was born. I knit a lot while pumping.</li><li>I have freckles. My "name" littleangelkisses comes from my father. When I'd complain about my freckles, he'd tell me they were angel kisses.</li><li>Mr and I met via the internet.</li><li>I eat wierd things. I like fried chicken livers. I also adore tomato sandwiches on white bread with miracle whip. When I'm sick I eat SpagettiO's warm on white buttered bread.</li><li>I am a 6th and 7th grade reading teacher.</li><li>I teach in a very low SES school.</li><li>I have been at the same school for the entire time I've been teaching.</li><li>I've been at the same job for 12 years.</li><li>I am the only child in my family to graduate from college. </li><li>I have a Master's endorsement in ELL and am almost finished with my Masters in Reading. </li><li>I am applying for a grant to University of Iowa for Teacher Librarians.</li><li>Mr and I have been married 5 years.</li><li>I often invite people over to my house for dinner because I need to clean the house and can't get motiviated.</li><li>I am a good cook but hate to bake.</li><li>I used to be a restaurant manager at a 24 hour restaurant. ICK</li><li>We are going to be the March of Dimes Ambassador Family for 2009 in our area.</li><li>My favorite book is Gone with the Wind. It's the only book I've read many times. I found it in our basement after the nuns at school told us we couldn't order it from the Scholastic Book orders!</li><li>I didn't see the movie Gone with the Wind until I had graduated from High School.</li><li>I went to Catholic schools from Kindergarten through college.</li><li>My sister and I look so much alike that in my wedding pictures, my students asked me if we were twins. (not so fun as she's 12 years older than I am!)</li><li>I used to work in a jewelry store. I was good at that!</li><li>I don't have very many close close friends.</li><li>I have a propensity to pop any zit I see on myself or Mr. He hates this.</li><li>I was a virgin until I was 22. </li><li>I didn't even have a first kiss until I was 21!</li><li>I've lived in Iowa for 14 years.</li><li>My real first name is Linda.</li></ol>littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-33863929372645163472008-12-22T16:36:00.003-06:002009-02-05T10:45:50.751-06:00BRRRR....Baby it's cold outside!Windchill today is -15 or so. I finally got back this afternoon from my parent's house. There was a blizzard warning yesterday, so Boo and I stayed over. We were to have come home from Wisconsin yesterday but decided not to chance it.<br /><br />It's nice to go to Mom's and be babied! My mom is a great cook, so there was no need to do that. I did make it out to their mall to get some shopping done, sas Boo. That was nice. We watched old Jodi Foster movies and played Five Crown. Sigh...it was good to be home.<br /><br />Grandma and Grandpa adore Grant. You'd think with SO many grandchildren....but they love him and he loves them. They taught him how to play "Dot Dominos" (as opposed to Car's Dominos), they played Go Fish and taught him War. Grandma has more cookies than a bakery....he was in heaven!<br /><br />Today it's back home and back to reality. Shopping, cleaning, wrapping...but that extra day was a nice break for me.littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-56114704471426662922008-12-14T21:35:00.004-06:002008-12-14T21:49:26.546-06:00Show and Tell<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWr55lod_Ua9dwW8vcutqrAHq7uCHb_8vLu2QGFAkOdyZuCIe5pbttxArrfx59__d4jnQNlc0dBVZ-JkyE2Vd2rGgt87nMXeCjMVOZ-FiMSHYrcsdHFSdDilTFRcUzJk0OPqS9ibV8JJk/s1600-h/Christmas+08.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855897894434722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWr55lod_Ua9dwW8vcutqrAHq7uCHb_8vLu2QGFAkOdyZuCIe5pbttxArrfx59__d4jnQNlc0dBVZ-JkyE2Vd2rGgt87nMXeCjMVOZ-FiMSHYrcsdHFSdDilTFRcUzJk0OPqS9ibV8JJk/s320/Christmas+08.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is our tree this year. I didn't like the way it looked, I don't know why. But the more I look at it, the lights illuminating the ribbon, the more I like it. I'm pretty proud of it!<br /><br />Last night we had a "holiday party." Although not too many people came (I sent out invites too late) we had a great time. Food, friends, a few games of Five Crown....what can I say?<br /><br />Our friends invited some of their friends to come (hey, the more the merrier I say!) Chris kept staring at the tree, telling me how beautiful it was....to which my husband said "yeah, I'm married to Martha Stewart, didn't Bob tell you?"<br /><br />Guess I did okay huh?<br /><br />Now, go post your own <a href="http://stirrup-queens.blogspot.com/2008/12/circle-time-show-and-tell-weekly-thread_13.html">SHOW AND TELL!</a> I want to see what ya got!littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-92141334952149002722008-12-10T08:57:00.006-06:002008-12-14T21:49:42.115-06:00Snow removal for hire...anyone interested?In order to keep from thinking about the email I had to send to our clinic postponing our cycle until further notice....<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Anyone need help shoveling??</strong><br /><br /></div><div align="left">I love this kid!<br /></div><div align="left">I was going to fire up the snow blower when I got home. I didn't get it started, but Boo was having so much fun in the snow that I pulled out the snow shovel. He wanted one, so I handed him on. He actually shoveled about 1/8 of the driveway!!<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6lyN7dD7BG44pPDH3dV1YV_vhLKYfl0YXLr_4Pqmo5QVgBf9SwNvJvaq-MFN-Jb3nQBpgaVQLnP3U9XJIG7QUlb_GbwSadUb2C0A7ZfmSx72d-5ZxhgIllZRhzkQogSah0MyO6la_lLd/s1600-h/shoveling+3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278177059877327010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6lyN7dD7BG44pPDH3dV1YV_vhLKYfl0YXLr_4Pqmo5QVgBf9SwNvJvaq-MFN-Jb3nQBpgaVQLnP3U9XJIG7QUlb_GbwSadUb2C0A7ZfmSx72d-5ZxhgIllZRhzkQogSah0MyO6la_lLd/s320/shoveling+3" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyDGXoybNsRcOHwd6iWdruAjhGDLW2Ih-swm7IMSaKJ3A9Qsyw-0p1wwXEDKNtEIawL4THvXNaBZF6Yb5_WpsPbhumjY2d8EBFoKtDrHaYr_UoxsrskK7OD804kihaagSNJacL_nmvwiT/s1600-h/shoveling+4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278177066220224866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyDGXoybNsRcOHwd6iWdruAjhGDLW2Ih-swm7IMSaKJ3A9Qsyw-0p1wwXEDKNtEIawL4THvXNaBZF6Yb5_WpsPbhumjY2d8EBFoKtDrHaYr_UoxsrskK7OD804kihaagSNJacL_nmvwiT/s320/shoveling+4" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDe9Mcv7HmfTPxCLiBn5e9EFyCv399CgXgPIJppgmvHjoNk-qNuZ00tveeIH0qaqKPY3AvPgg75sktOZ0PY1jTMSEqCnESAqzqOomXFX_NRIamc_rxhUhEhu0P60Pk-88VFbIxOUvE63nB/s1600-h/shoveling+2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278177057390451010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDe9Mcv7HmfTPxCLiBn5e9EFyCv399CgXgPIJppgmvHjoNk-qNuZ00tveeIH0qaqKPY3AvPgg75sktOZ0PY1jTMSEqCnESAqzqOomXFX_NRIamc_rxhUhEhu0P60Pk-88VFbIxOUvE63nB/s320/shoveling+2" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrub1-lbth_sDhkixyBZTJRo3BGjmEUyyFXfCEXFjBwj6T-vSgrp6ebP2BnBHuR-hPcNdzBhiLUfkGXhhnzynyWKEPPjOK8PrKMlu5ZU9liMF6_kaVGZAP5KVjbIhnxrClYLIRUicPaelL/s1600-h/shoveling+1"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278177055673158898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrub1-lbth_sDhkixyBZTJRo3BGjmEUyyFXfCEXFjBwj6T-vSgrp6ebP2BnBHuR-hPcNdzBhiLUfkGXhhnzynyWKEPPjOK8PrKMlu5ZU9liMF6_kaVGZAP5KVjbIhnxrClYLIRUicPaelL/s320/shoveling+1" border="0" /></a> </div>littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557770975344934450.post-21692515227046057302008-12-08T15:13:00.004-06:002009-02-05T10:46:26.144-06:00What to do?I was cleaning and organizing yesterday for a holiday party we're having this weekend. I bleached the kithen counters. (Who was it that thought white tile with white grout on a kitchen counter was a good idea?) Then moved to organizing.<br /><br />I was working on the downstairs bookcase, going through things that had been piled there, when I came upon the pictures of our embryos. I'd had Mr put them up for me after the negative blood work last March. But here they were, staring me in the face.<br /><br />I looked at them for a few minutes, re-reading the embryologist's notes. I looked long and hard at teh pictures, what I was looking for I don't know. Answers of some kind, I'm sure. Maybe a message or a hint as to why, but there were no answers to be found.<br /><br />I put them up, hid them really. I don't quite know what to do with them. What do you do with pictures of embyos that didn't implant? I can't see scrapbooking them. I can't imagine throwing them away.<br /><br />What did you do with yours?littleangelkisseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.com2