tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150969135917683222024-03-14T07:38:04.513-05:00m+j=lovemeg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-19042883173268612392012-08-30T17:56:00.000-05:002012-08-30T20:31:58.073-05:00let the wave in, and then let it out<br />
I know I said I was going to write more and possibly tell the stories of what happened last year and I totally had this great idea to tell you about Tyson's birth day and the days after that. But I didn't feel like it, so I didn't. This is something my therapist and I are working on... letting myself do and feel what I need at the time and then not analyzing the hell out of it. "Let the wave in and then let it out"... no more walls. I've had some waves, but this is the first wave I've had that I felt like writing about. It started as a facebook post but quickly got WAY too deep. I don't do dark and deep on facebook... but I'll do it on this blog and I'll probably link it to facebook. That makes it way better.<br />
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Anyways, to my little wave.<br />
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So, oddly enough, I haven't been having many "this time last year" flashbacks like I thought I would... until now. It wasn't Tyson's birthday, his Norwood surgery anniversary, his 1st crash/1st ECMO/1st time almost dying anniversaries... but it is college football starting tonight that is bringing it all back.<br />
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Last fall, I distinctly remember being smack dab in the middle of Vandy football: the tailgating, the sounds from the stadium, Solo cups littering yards, and the thousands of happy football fans as they drunkenly enjoyed the best part of fall which is college football. I walked through all this on the way to the hospital to visit my baby that was so swollen he didn't even look human with his chest wide open and that damn heart that wasn't whole pumping right before my eyes. It was just so fucked up.<br />
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I tried to play happy. We put on our orange, decorated Tyson's hospital room to an embarrassingly gaudy level, brought snacks for the PCICU, kept Tyson's tv on College Gameday, and we would even venture out into the real world for a beer at various bars by the hospital. I think Justin actually enjoyed it. He needed breaks and he needed the real world. I didn't. I hated being out there with normal people who smiled and laughed and got angry about football. I used to get emotional about football too, but on those days football didn't matter and I felt so damaged and awkward in public. So after a beer and a few smiles to appease my husband who thought this break was what I needed, I would excuse myself to go back to the hospital room to sit with Tyson.<br />
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I would walk back through all the happy people on the streets between the bars and the hospital. I was jealous of their ignorance as to what was happening just across the street in the big building full of sick kids. What is sadder than sick kids?! They didn't want to know about that, not on their happy game day. I didn't blame them... I didn't even want my worst enemy to see and feel what I was slowly becoming numb to. I remember walking alone so many times back then and the sun always seemed so painfully bright. Maybe it was because all I wanted to do was lay on the ground in a ball and die. But I couldn't do that... not until Tyson died. So I continued to go through the motions of what I thought could pass as socially acceptable... I continued to act like I still gave a shit about football.<br />
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When you watch your child, the child that grew inside of you for almost 40 weeks, when you watch them suffer to the level that Tyson was suffering... well, it isn't natural. It is horrific and it feels evil. We do it, the parents and the doctors and nurses and medicine... we all do it because we hope that it will be worth it, that after this hell, there can be happiness. But when is enough, enough? I know in my heart that each mother and father of these kids that suffer in hospitals everywhere have their own "enough", and no one on the outside can ever understand when that time should be but them. My enough was after Tyson's second crash... He was on ECMO again, which meant his heart and lungs were being powered by a machine. He was also on a dialysis machine that was working for his kidneys. His brain was bleeding. He was medically paralyzed because you can't move when your chest is open with the ECMO cannulas delicately attached to your heart... that would be bad. He wasn't a candidate for transplant because of how sick he was. So Tyson laid there, splayed out like a dead frog and looking like a cruel science experiment and I just stood there and watched. The doctors said they had no more options and that he didn't have much chance to live and if he did live, they had no idea of his quality of life. And I just stood there and watched. I was helpless. My baby's body was dying, but we wouldn't let him. We just added more machines and more iv drips, and we watched.<br />
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I was done. I was angry and I remember yelling at God, "if you want him, just take him already! What is the point in this suffering?!" I checked out and I just waited. <i>When Tyson died, I could die.</i> I never thought that I would kill myself, but I knew I would never come back. I knew Justin would leave me because he is strong and he would be ok, but I would never be ok. I would never come back... I thought of Tyson's funeral, imagined his body in the back of a big black SUV (the only person I know in the funeral business drives a black SUV), and tried to decide where we would even take his body. This is what I did for three days... the three worst days of my life. I began to grieve Tyson's death while he was still freaking alive... my biggest regret of my life.<br />
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It was on that third day that I snapped out of it enough to know I had to talk to Tyson. If he was going to die, he needed his Mom to be with him and he needed as much love as his little body could take in while he was still here. I sat with him and I cried. I had a rule that no one was allowed to cry next to Tyson, but on this day I broke my rule big time. I told him how much I loved him, and that I really wanted him to live and keep fighting, but I told him I only wanted that if he did. I told him it was ok to stop fighting if he was done, and that I would love him just the same. This was his life, not mine, and I needed to believe that he wanted to be here, and that we weren't forcing him to stay alive against his will.<br />
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A couple days after our talk, the doctor's took him off ECMO successfully which surprised everyone. It was from this low point that Tyson slowly got better and better. I know it could just be science, and it could have been God's will the entire time, but I choose to believe that it was also Tyson who chose to live. That he would have wanted us to let him suffer the way he did so that he could live and enjoy this life that he has today.<br />
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A year later, college football is starting again and I remember these dark days so well. I had to fake smiles and force motions, but now I can see that I had to do all that to survive. It wasn't about tricking anyone or trying to fit in... I think I had to pretend to enjoy things to keep my soul alive in a way. It's like I gave my happiness a placeholder... like instead of letting that part of me wither away, I kept it open by at least trying. I tried to live and I tried to enjoy football and friends and movies. The point wasn't that I was empty, it was that I was trying.<br />
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This football season, I'm ready to start filling up those placeholders that I made a year ago. I'm ready to be happy and have the capacity to truly enjoy something that is the opposite of life and death... a game... of men in tights... running with a ball. I'll never ever forget about all the kids that are sick in the hospital across the street, but the whole point of that hospital and the whole point of their fight is so they can grow up and enjoy these wonderfully simple parts of life.<br />
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Tyson baby, get ready for your first season of college football. And in case you didn't know, you bleed orange.<br />
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meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-37627710816640459912012-08-05T19:53:00.000-05:002012-08-05T19:58:13.665-05:00back to the blog?<div style="text-align: left;">
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My last blog post was August 16, 2011. I had that post all ready to publish when I felt like Tyson was going to be coming soon because I wanted it to be the last post before Tyson was born. I expected the next post to be titled something like, "Meet Our Boy!" or something sweet like that and I expected the next day, August 17, to be the biggest day of my life. The most important day. The happiest day. And for 17 hours, it was. But then it wasn't. And that day, that happiness, all the joy that I had prepared for with all of you and within this blog, well it was ripped to shreds in an instant. </div>
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I think this is why it is hard to go back... back to this place where I so publicly shared all my happiness and excitement for a life that I was so sure was right around the corner. Honestly, every time I look at this blog I want to throw up. I see the girl in the bump pictures and I don't know her... I don't even like her. She is so happy, and so stupid. I hate her. I am jealous of her. I am sad for her... she has no idea what is about to happen. The worst of my emotions come out when I come back to this place, and I don't know why... I don't know if I am ready to know why. My therapist tells me I need to figure it out, and soon we are going to be starting to work through it all from the beginning. I am scared for this, but I guess it seems fitting since it has almost been a full year. I should be ready to talk about this by now right? I have to talk.<br />
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Some of you might wonder what I mean about talking. I "talk" all the time on facebook and on Tyson's page don't I? Yes, I do, but everything I say on there is is a representation of our family and Tyson, and if I am going to open up about my personal feelings, I try to keep it positive. It wasn't just to spare people from my darker thoughts, it was also because for the last year, I NEEDED to be positive. On days when I felt like the world was falling apart around me, coming up with a positive sentence to post on facebook to describe things would make me believe things were better. I would repeat the sentences in my mind over and over again... that positive spin on things became a way for me to stay hopeful. It helped me survive the months in the hospital and the craziness we went through there, but as the dust settles and I struggle to find my footing again, I know that something has to change. I think I have to face the sad stuff, or as my therapist says, "make peace with what happened". I have to go back in order to move forward. (When I typed that my inner child threw the biggest tantrum ever... I don't wanna!!!)<br />
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I need to open up a bit, and maybe that will happen here, maybe it will stay private inside my journals. My journals that I am supposed to be writing in yet remain completely blank. I am a bad therapy student. It might be cool to tell you the stories of a year ago that I wasn't able to tell at the time... my birth story was actually hilariously horrible and I never really got to tell anyone about it. That might be a fun start. Either way, I really want to get back to the blog... this place that used to be so happy for me. I am a different person now, but I want to find that side of me that thought it was a good idea to name a blog 'm+j=love'. I think it is ridiculous now, and I hate that. That girl in those pictures... that was me and she was happy and funny and could see the humor in an overly corny blog name. I was proud of the happiness Justin and I had... shit... do I feel guilt for being so happy before? So naive? Do I maybe think that I flaunted our happiness in a way that deserved a smack in the face from God? Is this why I hate the blog? I have to write this down in my journal! My therapist will be so proud. ANYWAYS><br />
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So blog readers, whoever you are, meet the new side of Meg. The scattered, confused, scared, cynical, slightly cold, and very sad girl. It's part of who I am for now, and that is ok. I'm working on it. I don't have any answers. I have to have some questions first and that is where I am now... It's time to go back and ask some questions that I wasn't able to ask the first time around, and I hope that by sharing stories of a year ago, that I will be able to work some of that out. I am ready.<br />
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Ok blog, I officially hate you a little less. Thanks for listening.</div>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-49830144636343065782011-08-16T13:29:00.000-05:002011-08-16T13:29:59.751-05:00bump, bump, bump...With Tyson's arrival on the horizon we thought it would be fun to take a second look at the bump photos we have taken throughout the whole pregnancy. There aren't that many from the beginning because honestly I didn't start to really show until I was almost six months along and so the belly photos didn't seem as exciting before then. I think seeing all these pictures side by side is so crazy and it makes me even more in awe of the whole pregnancy process in general... we hope you think they're entertaining as well!<br />
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If Tyson decides not to come for a while we will just add in the newer weekly photos here! But we are hoping this is it! Yay for bump pictures!!!meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-66797489825850142322011-08-15T21:10:00.000-05:002011-08-15T21:10:10.962-05:00Pregnancy Update - 39 Weeks<span style="font-size: 100%;">We are hoping this is the week y'all! Things are a changin and I am feeling like little Tyson is closer than ever to being ready. We are really hoping for Thursday since that is that day our doctor is on call (she is a badass and we reeeeeeally want her instead of some stranger). Wish us luck!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">I always think I'm giving a big smile when Justin is saying his typical "give me a cheerleader smile" but its obviously not big enough... I look so tired!!! Good thing is I honestly don't feel as bad as I look so that's something to be happy about :) Moving on... <b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>How far along:</b></span> 39 weeks<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Total weight gain/loss: </b>a little over 23 lbs. gained. This is the same as the last two weeks so it seems I may be done gaining for now! Woohoo!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Maternity clothes:</b></span> Even my jeans seem to hurt when I wear them... almost as if they are putting a ton of pressure on Tyson. I swear he got pissed off today when he kicked me about 8 times in row really hard. Seems like he has a temper like his Momma!<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Stretch marks: </b>Still none!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Sleep: </b>I've woken up with some contractions a few times and it is still really difficult to roll over and get out of bed but overall my sleep is pretty decent. I'm happy with it!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Justin and I had a great couple lazy days together this last weekend and it was the highlight of the week for sure! We stayed in bed until 11:00 both days and just did light errands and hung out together during the daytime. Saturday night we watched two movies in a row that ended at midnight and we joked how late it was and had a good time remembering the days when 11 or midnight was when we would leave the house to start our nights out. Then Sunday night we had a bonfire in our backyard just the two of us and had an absolute blast! We kept commenting on how our ideas of fun has changed so much and we just truly enjoyed being outside in our own yard relaxing with each other... All in all it was the most perfect and simple weekend and we drank up the stillness that we have right now in our lives. It's all about to change!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Movement: </b>Like I mentioned above it seems like Tyson is getting a bit of an attitude with his kicking. I think he is cranky and ready to come out... at least I hope so!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food cravings: </b>Dr. Pepper is my jam.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food aversions: </b>Still just picky, but nothing in particular. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Labor Signs: </b>I actually had some real contractions on Saturday night. They didn't hurt bad at all but they were definitely more than just Braxton Hicks. My mom says this means I might be dilating!!! Woop woop!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span> In for good! <br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I miss: </b>Drinking a beer or four with my hubby.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>We are really looking forward to our OB appt. this Thursday! If I am dilated enough there is some special trick our OB can do to bring on labor... so we are hoping for this and would love him to come Thursday night or Friday morning. Wishful thinking!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Weekly Wisdom:</b></span>Walk walk walk walk walk... I reeeeeally wish I had been more active during this pregnancy. Since I've started walking again I am realizing how out of shape I am. Ooops!<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Milestones</b></span>: <span style="font-size: 100%;">Justin was pretty bummed after our appointment last week when we were told I wasn't dilated whatsoever. He had been SUPER excited for the last month and I guess he had just hit his breaking point and he was crushed that he was going to have to wait even longer. He has evened out though and now we are both just in this really good place of waiting happily for our little guy. We cannot wait to meet him but we know it'll all happen when its supposed to happen. It's all good mojo in the Wohlford home right now :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">Here are two more bump pictures from our weekend! The pool picture was taken at our friend's daughter's fourth birthday party at their neighborhood pool and the fire one was from our bonfire Sunday night. Both are great memories!</span><br />
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</span>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-79787517570477727572011-08-09T17:00:00.000-05:002011-08-09T17:00:29.538-05:00Tyson is chillaxinAt our OB appointment this morning our doctor told us that Tyson is not even down in my pelvis yet and therefore I am not dilated at all. Looks like our little man is hangin out for the time being. :)<br />
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So since our boy is taking his time and relaxing inside Momma's belly, I think I'll do the same thing and retreat out to our hammock for a bit... that is if it's not too hot. Otherwise I'll be at the W... also known as our guest room. Loves!<br />
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</tbody></table>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-24730934816915530672011-08-08T21:06:00.004-05:002011-08-09T12:55:04.691-05:00Pregnancy Update - 38 Weeks<span style="font-size: 100%;">So a few of you may have noticed that in last week's update I may have seemed rather stressed and nervous. Well I am happy to say that all that was just a phase and now I am cool as a cucumber just patiently awaiting my baby boy. I feel strong and motivated and as ready as I can be. A lot of this is because of a simple little lunch with a friend who was incredibly open and honest with me about her own labor and delivery with her youngest son. We share a lot of the same viewpoints on things and her energy and excitement about it all just seemed to squash all my fears in an instant. Since then I have been almost excited for labor to start so now Justin and I both are ancy little fools.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">We still have two weeks until Tyson's due date though, so I'm taking a breath and enjoying this week for what it was. Here is the update:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">This was the original picture for the week but we decided you couldn't really see the bump that well so we quickly took another one right before bed... which is why I look so dang tired! We had to include both though because look how cute our Rocky is!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>How far along:</b></span> 38 weeks<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Total weight gain/loss: </b>a little over 23 lbs. gained. That is almost the same weight I was at last week and I am happy about this since it was obvious I had been over eating a bit. Just some simple portion control and some light walking obviously nipped that in the bud. Yay for healthy living!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Maternity clothes:</b></span> Although I work in an office enviornment where jeans are only for Fridays, I have been breaking this rule most every day wearing my trusty maternity jeans. The jeans I have don't cover my full belly like my maternity work pants do and I just can't bring myself to wear those full coverage work pants in this heat. A little extra make-up and jewelry seem to be making up for the casual attire. <br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Stretch marks: </b>None at all! I feel so lucky for this but I'm not chancing anything and I keep putting the vit E oil on every single night.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Sleep: </b>Sleep is actually improving even more somehow. Rolling over still takes a miracle but with the help of Justin I am making it just fine. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Justin's parents came in town this weekend to spend some time with us and help with some last minute projects around the house. Having them here was so nice and along with all the work we got done, just relaxing and talking with them put us in such a great mood to start out our week. They always have such great advice and it was much needed at this crazy time in our lives.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Movement: </b>He is all over the place still!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food cravings: </b>still my Dr. Pepper and avocados again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food aversions: </b>Just in the last couple days I have become UBER picky and cranky when it comes to food. I am so hungry but it has to be something I want... and finding that is usually pretty hard.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Labor Signs: </b>Still just Braxton Hicks. We think he has definitely dropped, which I don't know if you can tell or not in the picture above. No other signs though! We go to the Dr. tomorrow so we will know more then.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span> Still in and since he has dropped my belly button seems to have gotten deeper again so I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna get an outtie at this point.<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I miss: </b>Honestly right now I'm not missing anything. I am really trying to soak up every bit of where I am right now because everything is about to flip upside down and I won't ever have this time back. With my next pregnancy I'll have a kid running around, which will change everything, so for now I'm letting it all just be.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>I am really looking forward to feeling those first signs of labor</span> and that moment when we realize "this is it!". I think that's just gonna be such a fun moment!<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Weekly Wisdom:</b></span> Breathe. I keep focusing on my breathing and trying to relax. I'm letting it all ride at this point...<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Milestones</b></span>: <span style="font-size: 100%;">I guess getting to the point where I'm not scared anymore is a milestone. I am so happy and calm and thankful for this quietness I feel. It's the calm before the storm I guess :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">OB Appt. tomorrow at 11:30 to check to see if I am progressing at all... stay tuned!</span><br />
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meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-56598308367298668282011-08-02T22:44:00.000-05:002011-08-02T22:44:28.593-05:00tyson's nursery tourWe are so so happy to finally show you our new favorite room in our house: Tyson's nursery! We've had an absolute blast together on this room and it truly is a labor of love on both our parts. We will eventually do some individual posts about our favorite DIY projects in the room like the painted dresser, the library wall and biggest treasure- the rocker chair. But until then we just wanted to show you how it is now, which is as done as it's gonna get before the little man arrives. So here it is: Tyson's Nursery!!!<br />
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This picture is looking from the hallway and is the best view of the room as a whole. You'll notice our colors were grays and yellows and over time blues started to play a pretty big role also. We absolutely love the color scheme... we think it is playful and young but still relaxing in a way. Did you notice those adorable little animals hanging over the crib? Those were made by my dear friend Kristen and they kind of make the whole space I think. Gotta love crafty friends!<br />
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Now let's go on in! Haha... I actually just said that out loud in the most obnoxious tour guide voice ever.... hey, let's roll with it. Walking in and looking to the right you will see this:<br />
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The first thing thing we have to talk about it the lovely chair! We found this baby at a thrift store for $25 and fell hard for her the second we saw she rocked and swiveled. We had been searching high and low for an upholstered chair for this room but everything was WAY over our budget. Like $600 over our budget. So when we saw this chair we scooped her up, granny flower fabric and all. After some new fabric, new stuffing and an angel in the form of a lady named Kitty who reupholstered the chair and ottoman for us, we were left with the most amazing chair for the room! All for about $150! We love you pretty gray chair. xoxo <br />
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(back in my tour guide voice) So along the wall behind Miss Chair you'll see that Justin built a pretty amazing little library for us to display all of Tyson's books. We would love to take credit for this idea but we actually got it <a href="http://joshandjessicabrown.blogspot.com/2010/07/nursery-shelves.html">here</a>. We didn't build ours exactly like theirs, but its the same concept and they have wonderful directions to follow so if you want to make your own make sure to click on that link. We love how the books become art in a way and it brings in so much color to the room...<br />
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Another special piece of the room is the balloon lamp on the table by the chair.<br />
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This was actually a gift from Justin a couple Valentine's Days ago. Now why would Justin buy me a children's balloon lamp for Valentine's Day you ask? Well it all started when we were perusing a local antique mall for fun (that's what you do when you are poor) when I spotted this lamp. I got so excited and told Justin that this was the same lamp I had in my own nusery when I was a baby and that I absolutely loved it. He must have paid attention because a couple weeks later on Valentine's Day this was my gift. It is hands down one of the best gifts I have ever received and it got even better when we found this old picture of my grandfather holding me in my own nursery and there is that same lamp in the background! How special is that?!<br />
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Ok moving on to the closet... and if you think I am crazy for including Tyson's closet in this here tour, well, wait until you see his itty bitty clothes!!!!<br />
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Um couldn't you just die!? I wonder how long the whole hanging up of the onesies will last... Ok back to the room tour: <br />
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Here is where I get to brag a little bit... We made those curtains ourselves, and when I say "we" I mean Justin. Yes, Justin is our household seamstress... or seamster... seamsitr... whatever. Point he is can sew and he is the bomb diggity at it. Look at this hem line (is that what you call it?)-<br />
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I think they look so great and totally make the room! We bought the fabric from good ol Hancock fabrics and it was one of our first purchases for the room. Who doesn't love a good chevron pattern?<br />
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This is the little bookshelf nook that will neatly contain all of Tyson's toys and extra books as he grows up. This is enough space for all that right? I'm kidding... I hear kids have a crap ton of toys and they take over your life, but until then I am just going to plug my ears and pretend they will forever fit into <a href="http://www.target.com/Room-Essentials-Medium-Storage-Yellow/dp/B0048EMDHM">these two bins</a>. Play along ok. <br />
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Hanging above the bookshelf is a special art piece made by some great friends Krissy and Scott. Y'all didn't think we weren't fully aware of that convenient overlap between Tyson's intial and our favorite sports team did you?! Anyways, we love love love this! If you look close, it is made out of buttons!<br />
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How cool is that?! We gotta start him early. Go Vols!<br />
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What is it about a crib that can just make your heart melt? I have to admit I have stared into this little bed a little more than is probably normal but I mean look at it! I had originally thought about making my own mobile but lately I have been liking more 'baby' things and I just fell in love with these little baby animals! Blame the hormones. I ended up doing a bit of work on it though... the gray on the music box is actually a piece from a pennet banner used from one of my lovely showers thrown by my college girls! So even this has some love in it!<br />
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This is the one new thing in the entire room and we absolutely love it. It is the <a href="http://www.walmart.com/ip/Baby-Mod-ParkLane-3-in-1-Convertible-Crib-Amber-and-White/5983290">Baby Mod - Park Lane 3-in-1 Convertible Crib</a> from Wal-Mart and it's reasonably priced compared to other cribs out there. We love the drawer for storage, which is where we will keep all his blankets and extra sheets.<br />
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Now on to our biggest labor of love. The dresser wall!<br />
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This sucker started out as a disgusting old 70's dresser and I literally had to give Justin a presentation with sample photos of other successful DIY projects like this to convince him to let us buy it. I knew from the beginning this would be the star of the room and although it took primer, four coats of paint AND two coats of poly it was 100% worth it. Here are some different pictures of Mr. Dresser.<br />
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We painted an old mirror we had to hang above the changing area and above that is a mosaic that was made for us by a great family friend. This dresser is so big we still have three empty drawers, but I'm sure once Tyson gets here we will have plenty of things to put in there.<br />
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So I guess that is all! All we have left to do is enjoy it and wait for our little man to get here. Even Boone is ready :)<br />
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We hope you all love the room as much as we do and I hope I didn't bore you with my lengthy descriptions of every little thing. Funny thing is I was actually holding back! Just be happy you aren't here for the in person tour; you would have to listen to my tour guide voice and pretend you are interested in the 20 different onesies I pull out to show you. It's not just me either... Justin would be right there pulling all the music box strings on the stuffed animals so you could get the full nursery experience. Can you tell we are excited?<br />
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Thanks for touring Tyson's Nursery! Come back and see us anytime! - Love, the Wohlfords :)<br />
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We are officially considered full term y'all! This means the term "any day now" is being spoken by pretty much every single person I come into contact with... as if I am not already aware of that already. :)<br />
Onto the update!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>How far along:</b></span> 37 weeks<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Total weight gain/loss: </b>23 lbs. gained... That's another +2 since last week! </span>I'm definitely getting the pregnant lady face and I am trying not to let myself call it "looking fat" because it really isn't. My doctor did give me "the eyebrows" today, though, so I know its a little bit much. So my task for this week is to watch what I'm eating a bit better... I gots to be a healthy momma!<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Maternity clothes:</b></span> Even my maternity tops<span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span>are having trouble covering my whole belly. I pretty much stay in tank tops because of the heat and there is typically a 2-3 inch view of my skin between the top of my pants and the bottom of the tank tops. It's pretty hot.<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Stretch marks: </b>Still none and I am so so happy about this!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Sleep: </b>I actually only woke up with the night sweats once this last week, and my aches and pains seem to be better too. I don't know if I'm just more used to it now or what, but I'm not complaining!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Most definitely the shower my Clarksville girlfriends threw for me! My mom and sister were able to come in for it too and having them finally meet this amazing group of girls I have here was so fun for me. It was a wonderful time full of many laughs, great food, and the most amazing gifts a girl could ask for! I even got a jogger stroller!!! Clarksville Greenway- get ready for Momma Wohlford to take you down!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Movement: </b>Tyson got to show off quite a bit this week for my parents, sister, and friends. I will just lay down and people can watch him roll around. Its kind of gross and weird but for me its just so unbelievable that he is really right there... Ahhh!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food cravings: </b>Its back to the Dr. Pepper, nutella & strawberries, <b></b></span>and cucumber water!<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food aversions: </b>Still the meats and anything super greasy and heavy.. yuck!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Labor Signs: </b>Still just Braxton Hicks. Also last week at our 36 wk. appointment I was not dilated at all. Still have a bit to go I guess!<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span> Still in but when I sit up from laying down it literally looks like it is about to pop out any second. I think its gonna make it though. <br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I miss: </b>The physical freedom to move and do what I want with my body. Being a dancer, I have always had a kind of unique connection to my body and movement... Dancing gives you such a sense of control and release, both physically and emotionally, </span>(although I'm not dancing in a company anymore, I would still dance all around the house almost on a daily basis... if you are a dancer you know what I'm talking about) and for that to be almost impossible for me now is very sad. <br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>Right now I'm kind of having tunnel vision for labor and the whole birthing process so honestly I'm not even thinking about life after that. I guess I could say I am really looking forward to seeing Justin hold his son... he is beyond excited and the thought of seeing him finally get to hold this little person he already loves so so much is enough to make me cry.<b> </b></span>I need to focus on that... the pain will be so worth it just to see them together...<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Weekly Wisdom:</b></span> Ask your friends for help and advice<span style="font-size: 100%;">. I am a pretty anxious person in general and right now I feel like I could almost explode with all the emotions I am feeling. The one singular thing that I am clinging to right now is my friends, family and of course Justin because I know they will keep me smiling and laughing even when I am feeling more afraid than I ever have in my entire life. In a way, they are holding my hand through all this, but people can only be there for you when you allow them to be, so I think my wisdom is to be open and fill your whole heart with the love of everyone around you. For me that's the only way I am even functioning right now...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Milestones</b></span>: <span style="font-size: 100%;">This date, August 1st, is a huge milestone for me... its the month I become a Mom. Aaaaand that sentence makes me want to throw up... did I mention I'm an anxious person?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">We will be posting the nursery reveal tomorrow! Stay tuned! </span>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-22367515654677462622011-07-29T15:20:00.000-05:002011-07-29T15:20:49.814-05:00the lemon anniversaryTo start off I have to acknowledge that, yes, I totally missed our actual anniversary for our anniversary post. I had an excuse though... I was eight months pregnant and we were driving back from a trip to Michigan and had stopped in Louisville, KY for a quickie anniversary celebration.<br />
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I guess you could say I was tired, and that whole following week I was even more tired and the idea of documenting our not-so-amazing anniversary trip sounded like hell. So I put it off until now because now that I have more energy I just cannot pass up the chance to say a couple of nice things about marriage, tell you our hilarious story from Louisville, and best of all, to post some fun photos of anniversary trips past where I happen to look a lot skinnier than I do now (which when you are growing a baby inside of you and gaining over a pound a week you need to look at skinny pictures of yourself to feel happy).<br />
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So July 11 was our second wedding anniversary and July as a month is the marker of us being together for five years. (See, I guess I'm not really technically late on this post after all!) For every single one of our "anniversaries", starting with our first year of dating, we have traveled to a new place to celebrate. Our first was in Denver, CO. in 2007.<br />
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Don't we look SO young there! Ahhh to be 22 again... Anyways our second anniversary we spent in Asheville, NC and this happened to be when Justin decided to propose! So sweet!<br />
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Our third anniversary/honeymoon was in Key West. We love that we got married in July, which was the same month we began dating, because we kind of just get to keep on counting the years. I guess technically is starts over here though... Anyways, Key West was AMAZEBALLS!<br />
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I love you Key West... We'll come visit soon I promise.<br />
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Ok moving on to our first official wedding anniversary. We decided to keep it a little light and just took a quick weekend trip to Atlanta where we had a nice romantic evening followed by a great day at Six Flags where we got to unleash our inner kid... well who am I kidding. We are just big kids every day!<br />
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Selecting only two photos from each of our anniversaries was pretty hard for me. There are so many fun memories we have captured with so many great pictures and looking through them all has me smiling from ear to ear. I'd like to think its pretty obvious we have a blast with each other; Justin is by far my all time favorite travel buddy for sure. So when I looked back through the pictures from our second anniversary trip/pit stop to Louisville, KY and found only one picture of the two of us I knew it was as bad as I remembered. And this one picture wasn't a cute dinner picture or anything... it's this crap-<br />
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Yup... our reflection in a freaking window. Awesome. Let me explain...<br />
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This anniversary trip was essentially a tack-on to our trip up to Michigan for some good friends' wedding. I guess this would mean it started on our way out of Michigan Sunday July 10th... the day before our actual anniversary. This day started out pretty rough, as any morning after a wedding does. Justin was a little hungover and I was dog tired from staying up way too late two nights in a row. I decided to drive however, to let Justin sleep off a little of his yuckiness. Within the first hour, we got the first sign that the rest of this trip was going to suck... We got a phone call that we had left all of our hang-up clothes back at the hotel in Brighton, MI. Greeeeeaaaaatt. An hour and a half later we start the trip again, with both of us being that much more cranky.<br />
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I have to say here that Justin has been the most amazing, supportive and perfect guy for this entire pregnancy, but today, well this was not his day. He was not in a "coddle-my-pregnant-wife" mood whatsoever and without boring you with the actual meat of the fight, I'll just tell you that it ended with me not talking to him for the remaining six hours of the trip. SIX HOURS. If you have met me even once, you know that me not talking for six hours is unthinkable, yet it happened. It really did.<br />
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So we pull up at our absolutely incredible, romantic hotel and Justin is trying his best to snap me out of the cold shoulder attitude from hell. He even asks for an upgrade to a room with a tub knowing that a bath would be the perfect thing for his tired and sore eight months pregnant wife. That was a no-go but usually the gesture would have been rewarded with some love from me, but not today buddy. I was like Stone Cold Steve Austin's evil twin. After getting up to the room we begin talking about dinner; well he is talking about dinner while I maintain a "I don't care where we eat" attitude. I know, real mature. Anyways, he gets it out of me that I'd like Italian, yet after finding out that pretty much every restaurant in good ole Louisville is closed on Sundays, we decide on Macaroni Grill.... because ya know, I didn't even care. <br />
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Pulling up to our anniversary dinner at a chain Italian restaurant we should have known... the parking lot was empty and I swear I saw a dust thingy roll by. But in we go, and there were surprisingly a few people in the restaurant. The hostess tries to seat us at a table, where I bitterly say I'd prefer a booth. Maybe she didn't like how I asked because I swear she sat us at the most uncomfortable booth on the planet. So as we sit really awkwardly in this booth from hell our server comes up and poor thing could already feel the tension. He asks for our drink orders as quickly as possible and runs off to get away from the really pissed off couple... well the really pissed off huge pregnant woman. He then brings us our waters, which are served in the sorriest little glasses I have ever seen (strike two) and while he is standing there I ask him where the Ravioli Formaggi is on the menu. "We don't have that on the menu anymore, mam". Oh. Hell. No. And this is where I crack... the last seven hours of me maintaining what I thought was a calm, collected but really super pissed off attitude then immediately turned into a pathetic, bawling mess of a pregnant woman. It was awkward.<br />
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I could go on for three more paragraphs about how terrible this meal was. Poor Justin, poor server and poor me. It was awful. We left after eating mere bites of our disgusting food and were driving back to the hotel when we decided to just quickly drive by and say hello to a friend who was also in town at the time. I mean its not like we were heading back to the hotel for nookie or anything so why not hang out with friends at a bar on your anniversary. We were on the road to the bar when the clouds parted a bit and God sent me a little angel.<br />
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As we were driving we spotted a sign that read <a href="http://www.piekitchen.com/">Homemade Ice Cream & Pie Kitchen</a> and I almost started crying again, but this time out of happiness. Justin, who was just happy to see me smiling for a change, immediately parked the car and we went in where I took approximately ten minutes to narrow my order to some homemade birthday cake ice cream, that had actual chunks of real yellow cake in it, and this little guy:<br />
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Note to anyone reading this: If you see a pregnant woman who is sad, give her a cookie monster just like this and all will be right in the world.<br />
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We ended up having a total blast with our friends that night, and when we came back to the hotel we were in love and happy again, which I guess is why we decided to pull out the camera and take the one picture we got of us from the entire trip. The next day was good too, well as far as "us" being good. As things continued to go wrong in the same fashion as the whole Macaroni Grill incident, we just laughed about it. We had planned to do some antiquing to find ourselves our usual anniversary gift (I forgot to mention that we always buy a gift for ourselves on each of our trips instead of buying individual gifts) but every single store in that damn city was closed. "Oh well", we said, "We'll just go to a cool restaurant to make up for a crappy dinner last night". Negatron. Every restaurant we wanted to try was closed. Still happy and in love though we decided to go to Texas Roadhouse as a kind of throw back to the place we met... sweet right. We head to the closest one which was in Indiana, believe it or not, got stuck in terrible traffic, decide to go to a different location in KY and when we roll up it was the freaking dust thingys again, yet this one was actually CLOSED! Seriously?! They didn't open until 4:00...<br />
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Things like this continued on all day but each time we only laughed a little harder and in a strange way it only made the whole day better. That's the thing with me and Justin, the world can be going to crap, but its all ok as long as we are "us", meaning that we aren't in a stand-off of crankiness. It was a lesson to try and take some things a little less seriously, because fights can be so dumb. I don't want to be quiet for that long ever again, because in those seven hours of me pouting, we probably missed out on some great things. I know fights will happen, but when they do, I want to try and resolve them quickly and move on to keep living this great little life. Love is so much more fun...<br />
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Looking back on how terrible this anniversary was I know that it was exactly what it was meant to be. As everything around us was going wrong, we could still look at each other and get that pit of your stomach raw feeling of happiness and just smile. To be more in love with every anniversary that passes, well, to me that is the greatest anniversary present of all. <br />
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I am so so lucky. Love you J.<br />
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This is our fridge. It may look normal from far away but what is that?! Is that a humungous list pinned up there?! Why yes, yes it is...<br />
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Remember that list I mentioned in a pregnancy update a week ago? Well this is it, displayed in full view of us everytime we walk past the refridgerator... and who am I kidding, with me being 8.5 months pregnant and Justin having intense sympathy hunger pains, well, we are around this little zone quite often. It must be working because in the week since its been up we seem to have crossed off a number of items! Although we keep adding them too... like for instance I just remembered we still have to buy the big mama-jama breast pump eventually. I'll go add that now before I forget...<br />
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Welcome to crazytown everyone... <br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">Wow look at my eyes... I guess stoner eyes can now also be called pregnant eyes. Whatever, I'm tired!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">Onto the weekly update:<b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>How far along:</b></span> 36 weeks<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Total weight gain/loss: </b>I weighed<b> </b>myself this morning... I am now at 21 pounds gained! Ahhh... thats two pounds gained in one week! I hope this is ok and it's definitely going on my questions list for our OB appt. tomorrow...<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Maternity clothes:</b></span> Dresses are becoming my best friend.<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Stretch marks: </b>Still none but if I keep gaining at this rate I don't know if I'll make it the whole way! Ahh!<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Sleep: </b>The latest and greatest night time fun has been night sweats. I get them almost every night around 3 am and I end up leaning into the freezer for about 5 minutes to cool off. I'm also hungry ALL THE TIME now so this usually ends up with me eating something while I'm standing in front of the freezer... Saturday night it was Oreos (because they were sitting right on the counter!... who leaves Oreos out on the counter with a 8.5 months pregnant woman in the house?!) and I guess I ate a lot because Justin had a heart attack when he saw the almost empty package. Aaand now the whole gaining two pounds last week is making a little more sense...<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>While at Wal-Mart yesterday, a complete stranger came up to tell me that I was one of the cutest pregnant people she had ever seen. I feel like this was a treat from God because at that moment I was feeling at my worst! I realized then that pregnant people need compliments from strangers because we feel so terrible that we honestly don't believe you if you are family or a friend trying to say something complimentary... you all have to be nice to us!<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Movement: </b>I am much more used to his craziness now although when he tries to break out of my sides that still hurts like hell.<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food cravings: </b>I had a craving for cucumber water this week. We will probably be keeping this in the house for the rest of the summer. It's so refreshing!!!<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food aversions: </b>The textures of most meats are really grossing me out... Chicken, steak, pork... I can't eat any of it.<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Labor Signs: </b>Tons of Braxton Hicks but nothing more.<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span> Still in!<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I miss: </b>Laying on my stomach.<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>This weekend my parents and sister are coming in town to help us with some last minute stuff around the house and to also go to a shower being thrown by my BFFs in Clarksville. I am so so excited for the weekend to get here!!!<b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Weekly Wisdom:</b></span> Sunburns + Pregnancy = Misery... Wear a higher SPF!!! I went to the pool on Sat. for only two hours, and I even applied sunscreen twice! Still, I fried. I guess spf 15 doesn't stand a chance protecting a pasty girl like me...<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Milestones</b></span>: <span style="font-size: 100%;">Washing all of Tyson's clothes, sheets, etc! I have been DREADING this because I hate laundry more than anyone I have ever known... until now! With every little onesie it started to sink in more and more and I just had a blast looking through everything again. I even enjoyed matching up his socks! Who woulda thought!? It felt really good to get this part done and I feel like we are that much closer to being ready for our little man to get here!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">Stay tuned for the big nursery reveal! We plan to get the last minute touches done this week and will get together a big post for yas then! It's coming together so well and we just love it! </span>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-62619221906635869532011-07-22T11:45:00.001-05:002011-07-22T11:46:40.858-05:00trips to the park<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpdVfPXT57OAiVlPLfdIXXYhAyq4yDZP39YUHcN9OsOLnbenGdNQ8DwOmhDMwu_c0Sd1i5wChpaWm_w5gbmKJHGurnDEKKv6iETggp7Iac2-iIbve9TU_n2zNtsYYvk31dd6xl3JsW9Pp/s1600/P1000167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpdVfPXT57OAiVlPLfdIXXYhAyq4yDZP39YUHcN9OsOLnbenGdNQ8DwOmhDMwu_c0Sd1i5wChpaWm_w5gbmKJHGurnDEKKv6iETggp7Iac2-iIbve9TU_n2zNtsYYvk31dd6xl3JsW9Pp/s320/P1000167.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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One of our favorite things to do with our dogs, Boone & Rocky, is to take them to a local park just down the road from us. We would go to the dog park here but Rocky has some social issues (devil growls are kind of embarrassing in public) and Boone gets so distracted by the other dogs he doesn't get enough exercise to wear him out (if you have a lab or any other hyper dog you know that wearing them out is KEY to your personal sanity at home). The park is called Swan Lake Sports Complex and it is usually pretty empty aside from a random baseball practice or some informal tennis matches up at the courts area. There is SO much space for us to throw the ball to Boone and with it being pretty deserted usually, Rocky gets to run around off leash also and we don't have to watch him in fear of him provoking some other dog to kill him. Its the perfect set up and its always a fun time when we go here.<br />
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The whole routine starts with us filling up our water jug which is a tell tale sign to Boone that he is going to the park and he will immediately start running around the house freaking out with excitement of all the fun that he is about to have. Rocky also gets excited but he typically just runs downstairs and waits for us since he is the smarter of the two and just wants to make sure he doesn't get left behind because of said social issues. Once we all get downstairs, we get the leashes on the dogs, and make them wait by the door while we get the 4 Runner all opened up and ready for them. Once they're in, they poke their heads out the back window and we're off!<br />
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The drive is just as much fun as the actual park time to them and one of my favorite things ever is seeing the drivers behind us smile at the sight of two dogs enjoying life so much. Once we get there and scope out the situation (how many people are around and if everyone would be cool with us turning this family sports park into our personal doggie playground) we let the pups out and start the fun.<br />
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The area we go to is a little benched sitting area around a memorial garden and we set up shop there with the water bowl and our huge water jug. The time is usually spent with Justin and I laughing at our dogs, talking about random things, and just enjoying the outdoors. Sometimes I'll walk around and say hi to a stray dog that lives there or I'll sit up on the hill and watch Justin try to get Boone to catch the ball in his mouth from a hundred feet away. We both will take turns throwing the ball to Boone with our much loved <a href="http://www.chuckit.com/#/product/launchers/18m">Chuckit</a> and a few times we'll make sure to include Rocky and throw it to him too, although he is usually content with just rolling around in the grass and peeing on random bushes. <br />
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Boone is our tennis ball obsessed baby and his enthusiasm for this game is neverending. We usually cut him off at a very specific time that is expressed when his breathing starts to have a wheezing sound and he slows his pace when returning to us with the ball. Although there have been a few times that he cuts himself off and will walk straight to the car and lay down as if saying "allright Mom & Dad, I'm done", he typically would play with that dang ball for way longer than we can stand.<br />
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The trip home is much different than the ride there. Instead of hyper excited dogs shoving their heads out the back windows we have two dogs laid out in the back of our truck, drooling all over every surface. The time it takes them to get back into the house is almost quadrupled from the time it took them to get out to the car from the house. And the stairs from the basement... thats the best part! Boone will always stop at the bottom, look up, then look at us as if we would ever carry his 85 lb. butt, then back up at the stairs. He usually takes a good "come on Boone, let's go!" before starting his unbearable walk up to the kitchen and once upstairs he falls flat out on the wood floor by the front door. This is our biggest reward... seeing our pups so tuckered out we know the next 24 hours are going to be quiet and easy with calm cuddly dogs.<br />
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Its a fun little routine that I'm sure I told in WAY too much detail but its a really special thing for us. It's times like these that we cherish and love and we are so grateful for the freedom and time to make these memories together. I only hope that when Tyson gets here we will still be able to sit back and soak up life's simplest moments with as much gusto as we do now. Life is just way too short to do it any other way...meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-22883122043805034472011-07-21T15:39:00.000-05:002011-07-21T15:39:55.026-05:00snack time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBodIc2VQnosx7nCqJWfDJKfFI-enJiPbeNiJQsJxcEbWGDdkK50s1NKHLVBDSOJVgKGT2EM7-T69fdcFvK2XdJbhn9NiSthPwm8cbpHTLqrvCXz9oeCOdexqxJ_mEiNUo7acmsJQS404m/s1600/shot_1311097430295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBodIc2VQnosx7nCqJWfDJKfFI-enJiPbeNiJQsJxcEbWGDdkK50s1NKHLVBDSOJVgKGT2EM7-T69fdcFvK2XdJbhn9NiSthPwm8cbpHTLqrvCXz9oeCOdexqxJ_mEiNUo7acmsJQS404m/s320/shot_1311097430295.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
This is one of our favorite snacks these days... a bowl of strawberries, a jar of <a href="http://www.nutellausa.com/">nutella</a> and a glass of ice cold milk. Here is the process: Fork dipped into nutella, fork picks up strawberry, fork into mouth.... rinse with milk and repeat. Uh... YUM!meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-25287653209322174842011-07-19T15:56:00.001-05:002011-07-19T19:24:25.637-05:00there is something scary in the backseat!Yesterday when I got home from work, Justin told me he had something scary to show me. Anytime anyone says anything about something being scary my very first words are "is it a snake?!". Once they roll their eyes and say no I can start breathing again and so as Justin reassured me he was not about to show me a snake I followed him down to our driveway. This is where he proceeded to open the door to our 4Runner and show me our baby boy's car seat all attached and ready to go. <br />
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We both stood there a little bug eyed for a second then looked at each other with our classic "oh, shit" faces. After another second we both relaxed and began to smile at each other as we realized this is really happening... we are weeks away from having our little man in our arms.<br />
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Its a mix of happiness, terror, anxiousness and love and we are just trying to enjoy this crazy time in our lives before things are about to explode into a whole different reality. There are plenty of times, though, that this doesn't even feel real. I will completely forget that I am even pregnant at certain points throughout the day and when I see myself in the mirror I have to do a double take. Today though I have had plenty of reminders. Every time I turn around in the car and see this:<br />
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... Well it all comes rushing in and my eyes bug out and I may or may not even curse out loud in shock. It never fails, though, that those scared emotions ease off and it always ends with a smile. This is really happening and we absolutely cannot wait!meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-35106421046509214272011-07-18T19:50:00.001-05:002011-07-19T11:57:33.028-05:00Pregnancy Update - 35 WeeksOk so I didn't get around to posting about our roadtrip last week and to be honest I might not ever get to it... The reason is because this last week I unleashed my inner crazy and made one HUGE to-do list of things I'd like to get done before Tyson arrives. Anyone who knows me won't be the least bit surprised to hear it was complete with broken down categories and plenty of extra lines for new additions as I think of them.<br />
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The best part of this slightly psychotic list issue of mine, is that I am married to a man who doesn't cringe or roll his eyes when I walk up to him with my printed out two page list of line items for us to do. He probably knows that many of the things on the list are ridiculous, like to fix a pipe out in the middle of our yard (what does this have to do with being ready for a baby?!) but instead of calling me out for it, he simply goes to one of the things he agrees with and says, "ok lets install this fan right now".<br />
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I am so so lucky to have such an amazing and supportive husband and I cannot wait to see this guy as a Dad...<br />
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Alright enough of the mushy stuff... onto the weekly update!<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Total weight gain/loss: </b>over 19 lbs. gained! Yall I'm gaining about a pound a week! Yikes!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Maternity clothes:</b></span> I am officially done with my pre-pregnancy pants. My bum and hips are expanding and there is no belly band strong enough to hold my pants in place anymore. This also means my undies are all becoming thongs as we speak... I feel like I am exploding!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Stretch marks: </b>Justin spotted "the line" last night... you know that line that some women get from their belly button down... I happen to not notice it, although to be honest I can't even see below my belly button without using a mirror. So la la la.... ignorance is bliss!<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Sleep: </b>Although I just doted on my wonderful Justin above, I have to admit that our nightly routines are becoming more and more hostile with me wanting to literally kick him onto the floor. I'm sure we look like 3 yr. olds complaining: - me: "MOVE OVER!, STOP SNORING!" justin: "I'M ON MY SIDE, STOP ELBOWING ME!" Its a mess... We talked this morning about how we ever used to sleep comfortably before this and its 100% because I am the heaviest sleeper on the planet... that is when I don't have a football player inside me practicing drills and indigestion and acid reflux preventing me from breathing... oh yeah and leg cramps all night and peeing every hour.... aaaand can you tell I'm a sleep deprived cranky ass right now?!<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Putting together our stroller and pack n play. This had to be the funniest thing to ever witness and one of our good friends, Ann, happened to get to see it. I'm sure we both looked like monkeys playing with blocks as we wiggled and smacked buttons trying to release some portion of the contraption. I'd like to think we are both fairly smart people, but these things gave us a run for our money! Thank goodness for the illustrations in the directions and lots and lots of time! It took us about an hour for each item and we have to admit we used knives and other non kid-friendly tools to get things to do what we wanted. We'll keep practicing though!</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Movement: </b>Still going crazy!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food cravings: </b>Avocados sound so good to me now! Yum!</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food aversions: </b>I usually love spicy stuff but its just not worth the pain of the indigestion anymore. I've taken them off the list! </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Labor Signs: </b>None thank goodness :)<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span> We really don't think it's gonna make it till the end... when I laugh it almost comes half way out! Ugh its so weird!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I miss: </b>An ice cold brewskie on a hot summer day.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>Running/Working out... I can't wait to really get to push myself and get that energetic feeling after going to the gym.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Weekly Wisdom:</b></span> "It is important to keep in mind that our bodies must work pretty well, or there wouldn't be so many humans on the planet." - Ina May Gaskin (Ina May's Guide to Childbirth) It sounds so simple but its so true. This book is really changing the way I think about pain and childbirth... it's pretty interesting!</div><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Milestones</b></span>:This isn't a milestone but Justin is in full on "It could happen any minute mode". Anytime I squeal or make a noise or anything he comes running. I love this as he has never been a very quick responder to anything. I, however, am not feeling any inkling of things happening anytime soon so I have been trying to tell him to relax and that we have quite a while left to go :) 5 more weeks! Ahhh!<br />
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We'll leave yall with some fun outtakes from todays bump photo session... we usually get a few laughs out of each other every time :) <br />
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I'm pretty sure everyone reading this is fully aware of the beyond ridiculous heat wave we are having right now, right?! Well I don't know about you but I am OVER IT! A 110 degree heat index + an 8 mo. pregnant woman = the worst combination EVER! My feet and ankles are swollen, I have been sweating in places I didn't know was possible, and my level of exhaustion has reached new heights. Lets just say I am a whiny annoying mess at the moment...<br />
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I do, however, have many fun things to tell you all about and hopefully I will get to it this week. We had a great long vacation this past weekend that included our road trip up to Michigan to celebrate the wedding of our good friends Amanda & Lee. We got to see great friends and had a blast and we were so so excited to see another wonderful couple join the married peeps club! We then stopped in Louisville, KY on the way home to dedicate some time celebrating our own marriage for our 2 yr. wedding anniversary that was yesterday. It was a hilarious series of unfortunate events and I can't wait to share with you our time there that we have dubbed our lemon anniversary.<br />
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So as soon as I quit whining about the heat long enough to sit down and write, I will be posting about all our fun on our weekend adventure on the road. It will be sure to bring some laughs... Until then here is the weekly pregnancy update!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>How far along:</b></span> 34 weeks<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Total weight gain/loss: </b>almost 18 lbs. gained I think... honestly I haven't even gotten on the scale this week but I'm sure I've gained something... I feel HUGE!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Maternity clothes:</b></span> My maternity jeans are my best friends... I actually roll them up sometimes as capris and get a two for one special!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Stretch marks: </b>Still nothing and still applying the Vit. E oil every night.<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Sleep: </b>The sleepless nights are starting to be caused more because of my need to pee so much... I have to wake up every hour or two to go to the bathroom. Its getting old already!<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Our very good friends had their baby this last Thursday and it was by far the best moment of our week! Steph and I have kind of been preggo buddies since we were only 3 weeks apart in our due dates (she had Tenley a bit early) so when she went into labor and had her sweet baby girl it definitely kicked things into a whole other level for us. It's scarier, but really its just more exciting than anything!</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Movement: </b>Tyson is a MESS! I am getting more and more used to being punched constantly from the inside out, though, and it is comforting to know he is ok and moving around a lot.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food cravings: </b>Water! In this heat all I want is water!</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food aversions: </b>Anything warm makes me want to hurl... I'm just so hot all the time I need cool refreshing foods. </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Labor Signs: </b>I had a fit of Braxton Hicks last Saturday at our friends wedding. It was uber hot outside and I had definitely over exerted myself and started to get the contractions back to back. It was a little scary for a minute since going into labor in freaking Michigan would have been TERRIBLE but after a few I knew they were just Braxton Hicks since they really weren't painful at all. After many many glasses of water and a little siesta on a couch (thanks Christine!) I was all better!<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span> Still in but its gettin close. Justin plugs it when I laugh because he says it looks like it is gonna pop out any second... its pretty hilarious which makes me laugh even more. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I miss: </b>I used to be a fairly level headed and chill person and now I am just a crazy mess. I cry over the stupidest things and sometimes I will flip out on people for no reason like some crazy person. I definitely miss my old personality... this crazy chick is no fun! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>I'm getting more and more anxious to just hold my little man. I've never wanted anything more...</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Weekly Wisdom: </b>This may be kind of gross but last week I took a breastfeeding class taught by the lactation consultant at our local hospital. For someone who knew very little about this I had been super nervous and confused by so much of what I had heard so far, but this class was amazing! I can't even try to pick out one specific piece of wisdom she gave us because there were so many, but I would recommend to anyone to take the classes offered by hospitals for things like this because at the end of the day, knowledge replaces fear. So yeah... that's my wisdom... :)<b><br />
</b></span></div><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Milestones</b></span>: I finally gave into my exhaustion... I am one of those people that never likes to miss any of the fun and so far I've pushed myself to stay awake and do everything I can to keep up with all my friends and Justin in their late nights and partying (well I wasn't drinking of course). This Sat., though, I had to back down and take a nap IN THE MIDDLE OF A WEDDING! I never thought I would ever do something like that but every ounce of my body was screaming at me to back off and rest and with the persuasion of a wise friend and super momma I went inside and laid down until I felt up to finishing the party... and by finishing the party I mean watching everyone dance while I sat with my feet up. I guess the point is that my priorities have officially shifted and my health and my baby are now number one above everything else. I guess this is me turning into a Momma!!! That's quite a milestone I think!meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-9061327735352628802011-07-07T08:49:00.002-05:002011-07-07T12:31:23.246-05:00oh, burger!<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">This last weekend, Justin made an amazing burger for me... there is just nothing like a man that can grill up a tasty burger, right?! It was absolutely delicious and although no amount of Zantac and Tums could prevent my indigestion after eating it, it was still totally worth it. Let us know if you try it and like it!<br />
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<u><span style="font-size: large;">The Mesa Grill Burger with Double Cheddar Cheese,</span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">Grilled Vidalia Onion and Horseradish Mustard</span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="redesign_default"><i>From "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bobby-Flays-Mesa-Grill-Cookbook/dp/0307351416">Bo<span class="" id="apture_prvw1" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: 0pt none; clear: none; cursor: url("http://cdn.apture.com/media/imgs/crsr/socialLink.png"), default; display: inline; float: none; font-weight: normal; height: auto; margin: 0pt; outline: medium none; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: none; width: auto;"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; border: 0pt none; clear: none; cursor: url("http://cdn.apture.com/media/imgs/crsr/socialLink.png"), default; display: inline; float: none; font-weight: normal; height: auto; left: 1px; margin: 0pt; outline: medium none; padding: 0pt; position: relative; text-decoration: none; top: 1px; width: auto;">bby Flay</span></span>'s Mesa Grill Cookbook</a>" by Bobby Flay. Makes 4 burgers.</i></span></div><span id="redesign_default"> <br />
<b>Ingredients</b><br />
1/4 cup dijon mustard<br />
1 tablespoon prepared horseradish, drained<br />
1 large Vidalia onion, sliced crosswise into 1/2-inch thick slices<br />
2 tablespoons canola oil<br />
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper<br />
2 pounds ground chuck (80 percent lean)<br />
8 slices cheddar cheese (each 1/4-inch thick), preferably a mix of white and yellow<br />
4 sesame seed hamburger buns<br />
4 slices beefsteak tomato<br />
4 lettuce leaves<br />
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<b>Directions</b><br />
- Whisk together the mustard and horseradish in a small bowl; set aside.<br />
- Preheat a grill to high or a grill pan over high heat.<br />
- Brush the onion slices with the oil on both sides and season with salt and pepper. Grill the onion slices for 3 to 4 minutes on each side, until lightly golden brown.<br />
- While the onion is grilling, form the meat into 4 burgers. Season the burgers on both sides with salt and pepper. Grill for 3 to 4 minutes on each side for medium. Add 2 slices of cheese to the top of each burger, cover the grill, and let melt, about 1 minute.</span><br />
<span id="redesign_default"> - Place the bugers on the buns sandwiched with onion, tomato, lettuce and a dollop of horseradish mustard.</span>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-66986130698411443482011-07-06T10:53:00.001-05:002011-07-06T12:07:23.310-05:00Pregnancy Update - 33 Weeks<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qFl__o3JewF5RItEo6Cqkw8DIGPJ5QuebYmweLiNC27oOAkIfY-8xxtTx-r9U6m6Q8-ih35WwIiDQ-LogBdZAS1xeWwE1uZlrJLEoOF66shJ5GsLqFzl8sbm7gBELmKL63-_UM-RCMtu/s1600/P1000202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qFl__o3JewF5RItEo6Cqkw8DIGPJ5QuebYmweLiNC27oOAkIfY-8xxtTx-r9U6m6Q8-ih35WwIiDQ-LogBdZAS1xeWwE1uZlrJLEoOF66shJ5GsLqFzl8sbm7gBELmKL63-_UM-RCMtu/s320/P1000202.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvWFDNADI1I_Hzu0RvmknwDL2-a4IRRUAuRa-lboBCk1SJsywPsrjz76ZgXHMV5an4M6TLG5-oEqFxSUZ0HqzjeUf5LVfwAHsfFMMDYN_nLGvCBX6UuyAigHM69Gi7hhb_219FveLn89t/s1600/P1000205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvWFDNADI1I_Hzu0RvmknwDL2-a4IRRUAuRa-lboBCk1SJsywPsrjz76ZgXHMV5an4M6TLG5-oEqFxSUZ0HqzjeUf5LVfwAHsfFMMDYN_nLGvCBX6UuyAigHM69Gi7hhb_219FveLn89t/s320/P1000205.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Ok so I know you can't really see my belly at all in these pictures but I was so tired and looking like poo so by the time we said screw it and I went down to my tank top to show the size of the bump, I looked terrible! This is why I have shoved that little picture down at the bottom... but beware... I look rough!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>How far along:</b></span> 33 weeks</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Total weight gain/loss: </b>almost 17 lbs. gained</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Maternity clothes:</b></span> I realized last night while packing for a wedding this weekend that maternity dresses are stupid. The one I bought for a wedding in May is still so huge on me that there is no way I would leave the house in it. All my other dresses work just fine... well the ones that cover up my chest, which actually does not fit into over half of my pre-pregnancy dresses. So I guess there is a balance... you just have to find dresses that fit your pregnant body but there is no need to get special maternity ones until you absolutely need them. Lesson learned.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Stretch marks: </b>Still none, thank jeebus.<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Sleep: </b>Justin wakes up around 4 am for work and one morning he leaned over to feel my belly and Tyson was of course playing some version of Dance Dance Revolution so I was pretty awake. Justin was shocked and asked "How do you sleep with him doing this?!" Answer... "Uh, I don't... hence the tired all day long thing".<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Hanging up Tyson's little clothes. I definitely got a bit emotional... I just cannot wait to hold his little butt!</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Movement: </b>He is still going crazy in there... I think maybe he is running out of room and he is rebelling. He will get into these little corners of my sides and I'll contort and gasp like an idiot. Its pretty painful actually so I'm not as in love with these types of movements.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food cravings: </b>Dr. Pepper. I think it might have something to do with that I am so tired all the time now and just one lil ol Dr. Pepper seems to fix everything! I crave the caffeine I guess, which I know is bad for pregnant ladies, but one every day or so won't kill me... right?!</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food aversions: </b>Chicken... I am so over chicken. Unless its fried chicken of course... </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Labor Signs: </b>Still no more Braxton Hicks... I'm hoping this is ok and I'll be asking our doctor this Friday at our next appointment.<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span> Still in!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I miss: </b>Being active and running up and down stairs without feeling like I could pass out. I've always been one of those 'take your stairs two at a time' people but now I literally have to stop halfway sometimes. I hate this and cannot wait to have my physical energy back... </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>Sushi! I want tons of crazy raw sushi! With a crap ton of wasabi too because I know this indigestion is going to totally go away when I'm not pregnant right... ;) A girl can hope...</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Weekly Wisdom: </b>To sleep as much as I can. Everyone keeps saying this as one of their biggest lessons learned, and last Sunday, when Justin tried to give me a hard time for sleeping in, this is exactly what I may or may not have screamed at him. I think some other wisdom should be to try and be nice to your husbands even when you feel like a hormonal mess... <b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Milestones</b></span>: Going through the huge mound of clothes, sheets, blankets and toys that were in Tyson's crib. We still have a lot to do to wash and put everything away but we threw out two huge bags of just packaging materials if that tells you anything about the scale of this project. We can see his crib mattress again!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">33 Weeks - 7.5.11</td></tr>
</tbody></table>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-5360653787260539142011-07-05T18:44:00.001-05:002011-07-05T18:45:09.651-05:00the 4th in Clarksville<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span id="redesign_default"><h1 class="articleTitle" id="articleTitle"></h1></span></span><br />
If you know Justin and I, you know that we tend to spend many of our holidays on the road visiting family and friends. To us a three day weekend equals the perfect opportunity to drive up to Chicago or to a lake in Alabama but when it comes to the 4th, there is absolutely no place we would rather be than Clarksville, TN. Why, you say? Well because we have this crazy, ridiculous lack of any laws preventing fireworks in the city. We don't know about most places, but our hometowns of Roanoke and Knoxville most definitely do not allow any sort of fireworks to be set off unless it is by professionals at a specific organized event. I do remember being really naughty one year and setting off roman candles from a friends house and to us that was seriously living on the edge. Here in Clarksville, though, roman candles are for sissies.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavq8ppe1PZLiT0UvqzG9pAE_z6-4bmkKDpP2CewagIqUW21ugHt7wCN_bjr4Ny0MUQBy66fLh-emv2tNXPP14wjRYkHvDNue38cI2DhHip3DFgwGYsjH_8bYnUNN1KE8CQ0VQNV8F_hLF/s1600/FIREWORKS_2_L.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavq8ppe1PZLiT0UvqzG9pAE_z6-4bmkKDpP2CewagIqUW21ugHt7wCN_bjr4Ny0MUQBy66fLh-emv2tNXPP14wjRYkHvDNue38cI2DhHip3DFgwGYsjH_8bYnUNN1KE8CQ0VQNV8F_hLF/s320/FIREWORKS_2_L.JPG" width="243" /></a>For the entire month of June, fireworks stands pop up on almost every street corner, where people stock up on hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of fun. Friday through Monday, yes that is four nights worth, the sounds of big box fireworks filled the air from dusk until ten or eleven at night. We happen to live in a pretty wooded area so its hard to see, but thank goodness my next door neighbor decided to set off a couple from his driveway. The other nights we drove to other friends houses with better views to simply sit back and watch the night sky with fireworks going off from all angles. I wish I had remembered to bring my camera but trust me... its amazing. These are HUGE fireworks and as long as you don't think about the skill levels of the people setting them off, you can just sit back and enjoy this lovely tradition that I have never experienced in any other place.<br />
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We have never in our lives enjoyed the fourth like we have these last years in Clarksville. The happiness, joy and pride you feel when you see a landscape scattered with hundreds of gorgeous fireworks is unparalleled. I don't know what it is... maybe its the fact that we are in a military town and that many of the people actually setting them off and having so much fun of their own are the people who have personally served overseas recently. Seeing our nation's soldiers and their families on a daily basis in Clarksville give us daily reminders of the sacrifices they make and of the gratitude we feel to have our freedom. These emotions are only heightened on the 4th of July and then the beautiful displays of all that excitement in the form of fireworks just plaster smiles on our faces permanently.<br />
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We both love this holiday weekend, and we love our country and all the amazing people serving and protecting our freedoms. Happy Birthday America!<br />
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</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWsYOpACPfHfJ_WzK4CsIvKZ8mrPF04-ruBIsRILKaN6EXTBe3wI1x7SPiK8iBI_A4M94M7a6jYPcC319fxPmSy_LFvlJP8Y9OcbDcOpUsM_i_zEpiaN6u8-FX0FIrm30w4I7c2_SIiP8/s1600/FIREWORKS_2_L.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-74528408260255875802011-07-01T09:55:00.000-05:002011-07-01T09:55:36.905-05:00weekend plansOur big task this weekend is to get all of Tyson's things put away and organized in his room. I don't know if we have been putting this off because we are lazy or if things will get that much more real when we are sorting out socks and onesies...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the crib piled high with clothes and other goodies - 6.30.11</td></tr>
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And just for fun here is a little sneak peek of the nursery I got when playing around with taking more pictures of the belly in the mirror. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> 32w 3d - 6.30.11 </td></tr>
</tbody></table>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-37538426651208610002011-06-30T11:04:00.000-05:002011-06-30T11:04:13.709-05:00the need to readSo I have to admit that one thing neither Justin or myself is very proud of is the fact that neither of us really read enough. I will go through my random teenage obsessions with the rest of the world and read the Twilight series and then progress to the slightly more trashy <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sookie-Stackhouse-Novels/lm/REERARIYSZWPI">Sookie Stackhouse novels</a>. Justin will read much better quality literature than myself, but he only reads in ten to fifteen minute increments (if you know what I mean) so he reads about two books a year. <br />
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Point is we both need to read more and with the arrival of our son nearing we finally decided to do something about it... something to encourage us to close the computer and open a book a little more often. So last night, after work, we drove down to the <a href="http://www.clarksville.org/">Clarksville Montgomery County Public Library</a> and got ourselves shiny new library cards! (My mother, the librarian, will be so proud... and no, you don't have to point out how crazy it is that I don't read with a librarian as a mom; I'm aware...)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our new library cards - 6.29.11</td></tr>
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Since we were limited to only a couple books until they verify our address, we kept it light the first trip with a photography for dummies book and a couple birthing books, one of which was recommended to me by a sweet aunt of mine. It was fun to walk through stacks again and it brought back exciting memories of my childhood when we would take trips to the library quite often. I am so excited to be able to have such a great place to eventually take Tyson to where we can encourage him to enjoy reading the way we did when we were kids, and to hopefully never stop like we have in recent years. We'll probably just try to leave that part out and let him think we were super smart readers our whole lives... he'll never know.<br />
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Anyways, we also have to tell you about this incredibly amazing program offered in TN that Dolly Parton started (who doesn't LOVE her?!) that sends out a free book, once a month, to every child from the day they are born to when they turn five.<br />
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We asked about it at the library and they gave us all the information about it but its really very simple; once Tyson gets here all we do it sign him up and boom, it's done! We will get a book in the mail every month that is age appropriate for him and its all free! The program is called <a href="http://imaginationlibrary.com/usa/howworks.php">Dolly Parton's Imagination Library</a> and although it started in East TN, it is spreading all over the state and now to other areas and even other countries. Any of you with little kiddos should definitely check this out and see if it's in your area, and if it's not you could even look into how to get your community involved with it. <br />
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So now that Justin and I are going to be literary scholars again, do you have any good books you'd like to recommend to us?meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-31603250485260931362011-06-28T11:36:00.001-05:002011-06-29T16:56:58.610-05:00Pregnancy Update - 32 Weeks<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">32 Weeks - 6.27.11</td></tr>
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Its a new week for baby Tyson and we almost forgot to take a new bump picture! We actually got out of bed last night to take this one (this is why I'm not looking at the camera :) so we could be accurate with getting it on the same day of each week.<br />
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As far as fun things to update you on I am going to steal an idea from a friend's blog in which she fills out the same list of topics concerning the pregnancy each week. I think this is so fun so I wanted to try it out here... hope you like it!<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>How far along:</b></span> 32 weeks</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Total weight gain/loss: </b>around 16 lbs. gained</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Maternity clothes:</b></span> I have one pair of maternity jeans and one pair of work pants but I still rock my pre-pregnancy shorts and jeans with my coveted <a href="http://www.target.com/BeBand-Maternity-Band-White/dp/B001DDRYDE">belly bands</a>. With my shirts I'm wearing about half maternity and half of my old clothes... some work and some don't! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Stretch marks: </b>None yet! I've been lathering on the Vit. E oil almost every night and even though they say that lotions and oils really can't prevent stretch marks, I'm holding out hope!<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Sleep: </b>I'm pretty uncomfortable at night but since getting my heartburn a little more under control (thank you Zantac!) its been much better. Justin and I are still in the same bed too but I'll be very surprised if that lasts the whole time. We need a king size bed!<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Having my sister-in-law and her boyfriend surprise us on a family vacation this past weekend. This will be the only time she gets to see me really showing and pregnant so it was fun to talk with her about all the fun pregnancy symptoms and such...</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Movement: </b>Tyson has decided to start practicing football drills early. Its full on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jVFs7gx8Fo&feature=related">alien baby</a> at night with my tummy rolling all over the place. I'm used to it now and I think its pretty cool but Justin still gets wide eyed and jittery when he sees it happening.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food cravings: </b>Not too much of cravings but I love sweets and give in more now than before pregnancy. Same with salt and butter but since I swell so easily now I've really been trying to avoid the salt.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Food aversions: </b>Its not really aversions, but almost every time we try to think of something to eat I never can think of anything that sounds good. I'm not nearly as hungry as I thought I would be as a 32 weeks pregnant lady.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Labor Signs: </b>I've only had one definite Braxton Hicks contraction so far and I have been slightly worried I should be having more by now but, who knows? Other times I'll feel cramps or things that almost feel like contractions but I think its just Tyson's big butt pushing himself all around the place.<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span> Still definitely in and I think there is a good chance I'll keep an inny the whole time... We'll see! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I miss: </b>This sounds terrible but this weekend I really missed being able to drink... At the cabin my father-in-law made his version of a John Daly which is made with rasberry lemonade and <a href="http://www.fireflyvodka.com/">Firefly </a>(did I seriously just add a link to a vodka company on a pregnancy update post?!) This is my all-time favorite summer drink and I found myself really missing it this weekend. I know... terrible Mommy...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>Being able to sleep more comfortably. Although I am actually getting used to falling asleep with terrible indigestion and body cramps, I do think it will be glorious when I can lay down and not feel all those things.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Weekly Wisdom: </b>This wasn't from this week, but since this is the first one of these we've done I'll mention it now. Someone told me at some point to just be confident in what Justin and I decide is best for us because there is no <i>one</i> way to be a parent. Sometimes I get really sensitive and hurt when people give us a hard time for some of our decisions (i.e. cloth diapers or wanting to do natural birth) but I have to keep reminding myself that we are all different and it would be so stupid to try and parent the way others think is best for us. We love this child so much already and although I'm sure we will screw up plenty of times, that love will be enough and we will figure it out just fine.<b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Milestones</b></span>: We bought our stroller and car seat set! That was a big item and one that was very very stressful for us to decide on, so bringing it home was a HUGE milestone for us. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">And for all of you that keep saying I'm not big enough to be 32 weeks along, I have included a pretty hilarious photo of the belly up close. I think my height must hide most of the size but when you see it like this, its definitely there! We also wanted to document my belly at this point because my skin feels like its about at its capacity and it might start getting all gross and funky looking soon... you know... with the dreaded stretchmarks. Oh well... it's ALL worth it and I honestly don't even care. We just can't wait to meet our baby boy!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</span></div>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-80773588218438029192011-06-24T16:53:00.002-05:002011-07-01T10:08:32.790-05:00southern sunrise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2y5sixJEQQqbkDMJmOzoWeXa90BNf_8dqdlxZoUlnKrchQoT4i5dzWnhIHx6TP2QKQuuChI_N58N_hyqNdfQBpEz2yfr0JD5wyRRl6Xk0JmKn07wVE3D85Sd3jrUnzQEjhfTCtYpbgcJ/s1600/2011-04-24+06.40.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>This weekend we are heading up to the family cabin (I call it that but really its my in-laws rental cabin... if you want to rent it <a href="http://patriotgetaways.com/PROPERTY/CABINS-IN-PIGEON-FORGE/SOUTHERN%20SUNRISE.html">click here</a> to check it out!) and I am so excited to be back in my happy place. We were just there two weeks ago with friends but I already miss it so much. Here we all are the morning after a late night of fun and about to go have pancakes in Gatlinburg!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From left: Fletcher, Arielle, Scott, Justin, Meg, Taylor, Matt, Susie & Baker<br />
6.12.11</td></tr>
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Justin's parents bought <a href="http://patriotgetaways.com/PROPERTY/CABINS-IN-PIGEON-FORGE/SOUTHERN%20SUNRISE.html">Southern Sunrise</a> last summer and since then we have spent maybe four or five weekends up there. That doesn't sound like a lot when I write it out but it feels like a lot when I think about it. I keep describing it as a mental massage to be there... Looking out off that deck to see this:<br />
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Yeah... Its hard not to feel relaxed when you are there. One of the most special parts of the experience is the sunrise. I must admit I've only made it up in time for two of them... one of which was when I got locked out all alone at 6:30 am and everyone was asleep! Thank goodness I had brought a blanket and was in a place where its almost impossible to freak out. I mean I just sat out on that deck until someone woke up... it was amazing! But the other one I thankfully remembered to wake up some other people and I got some amazing pictures on my phone.This is one of my favorites:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4.24.11 - Easter Morning</td></tr>
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So this weekend we are going back for what will be our last trip to Knoxville & the cabin before Tyson is born. I'm sure I will be all emotional thinking of that fact and also imagining all the memories we are yet to make with him up at Southern Sunrise. We will be there with Justin's parents, his grandparents (MeeMaw & Grandpa Welsh) and his Aunt Cindy so it will be a great family affair. I'm so excited and all that will be missing will be my sister-in-law, Megan, and our pups who aren't yet allowed to come stay with us there yet... the cabin has a strict no pet policy but I'm still scheming to see if we can eventually break that rule ;) Thank goodness my Mom is the best doggie grandma ever and has agreed to watch them for us! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyways, that is our big adventure for the weekend! We hope you all have something fun and relaxing planned as well. And just for fun I popped another belly picture in here that we took two weeks ago. What is it about these pictures that are just so amusing?!</div><u></u><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">30 weeks along - Pigeon Forge, TN - 6.12.11 </td></tr>
</tbody></table>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-50201160470484458142011-06-23T14:44:00.005-05:002011-06-24T16:52:09.298-05:00sixteen candlesToday is my sweet little sister's 16th birthday and I must admit I'm a little uneasy about this! Being ten years apart in age will give you one of the best and most unique sibling relationships I think you can have... I mean that in a way that I feel half like a big sister and half like a mom in that I feel more protective and emotional over her life and well being than anyone else in this world. So watching her hit this milestone has me a bit more emotional than other birthdays. The other night when I was compiling pictures for this post I most definitely welled up with tears seeing how fast she has grown up into this absolutely beautiful young adult... You'll see how fast it happens when you scroll through the pictures below!<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">I love this girl more than words can explain and seeing her celebrate another birthday brings me so much happiness and excitement that she is probably actually happy that I live three hours away and cannot embarrass her with an obnoxious surprise super sweet sixteen birthday party... in fact she is really smart and got even further away from me on this day and went on a beach trip with her friend to Ft. Meyers, FL. So even though you are on a gorgeous beach with friends, know that Justin and I are thinking of you and wishing you the best birthday a girl can have. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;">We love you Emma and Happy Sweet 16!!! </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boomsday 2009 - One of my favorite pictures of her ever.</td></tr>
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Now for a trip down memory lane with the crazy Bailey sisters:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stolen off Facebook so I'm not sure of her exact age here,<br />
but this is how I think of her always... my cute, cute baby sister!!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer 2003 - Dollywood</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spring 2006 - Beaumont Field Day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spring 2006 - Connor's Graduation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer 2006 - Emma's 11th Birthday Party<br />
All the girls came to my college house and had a slumber party... it was<br />
so adorable and all my roomates loved seeing young girls having the time of their<br />
lives. It was a night full of nail painting, junk food and some old school Salt N Peppa!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">6.23.07 - Emma's 12th Birthday, Justin and I took her and some friends on a<br />
mini shopping spree... we obviously achieved the proverbial "shop till you drop" state...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Winter 2007</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">6.23.08 - Emma's 13th Birthday (officially a teenager!!!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">7.11.09 - Emma and me on my wedding day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">7.11.09 - Having some photobooth fun at the wedding!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas 2009 - Downtown Knoxville</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spring 2010 - at a good friend's wedding</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fall 2010 - With our beautiful madre.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spring 2011 - Ft. Monroe, VA </td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: left;">I can't wait for all the pictures and memories to come... love you girl!</div></div>meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215096913591768322.post-28051098710693540882011-06-22T09:31:00.001-05:002011-06-22T09:36:31.411-05:00to: m ... from: j<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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These days a lot of men get gifts for their pregnant wives to somewhat thank them in a way I guess for bearing his child. They call it a "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Push_present">Push Present</a>" and although it sounded kind of strange at first, once I started to feel the effects of pregnancy I was all about getting a gift as a reward for this crap! Well a gift aside from the obvious gift of life with Tyson... duh :) Anyways, after some thought, I told Justin that instead of something like jewelry, I would love it if he got me a new camera since the one we have now is pretty terrible and we both would love it if we had better images to document this crazy, emotional time in our lives.<br />
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Well, we did a ton of research, tried out our good friends' <a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/product/736234-USA/Leica_18151_D_LUX_5_Digital_Camera.html">Leica D-Lux 4</a> for a couple weeks (the panasonic is VERY similar to the Leica), and in the end decided that the <a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/product/723289-REG/Panasonic_DMC_LX5W_Lumix_DMC_LX5_Digital_Camera.html">Panasonic Lumix DMC-LX5</a> was "the one" for us. It is small enough to keep with us at all times for random Tyson moments, simple enough for photography beginners like me but has enough manual capabilities for the professional photographer I want to be, and it flat out just takes awesome photos. I guess in a way its the best of the best of what we actually need, which is basically as badass point and shoot.<br />
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Justin ordered it earlier this week and I am beyond excited about it. Once we get it you can expect a lot more photos on this here blog as well as the beginnings of our home tour posts where we'll show you all the cool things we've been doing around the house, namely in the nursery! Woop woop its gonna be a good time! <br />
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Oh Mr. Panasonic, how I love you so! Get home to Momma soon please!!!!meg w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09957738902236927365noreply@blogger.com0