<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:35:01.502-08:00</updated><category term='pregnancy humor'/><category term='growing belly'/><category term='Nausea'/><category term='movement'/><category term='Concerns'/><category term='First Trimester'/><category term='development'/><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>The Diary of Peep</title><subtitle type='html'>New life growing a little more and more each day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-5955865205320752421</id><published>2010-01-03T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:07:15.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/S0E-4RooOSI/AAAAAAAAB1I/zamvdJEhWVM/s1600-h/Hospital+Aiden+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/S0E-4RooOSI/AAAAAAAAB1I/zamvdJEhWVM/s400/Hospital+Aiden+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422684562858195234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally get to meet Peep! &lt;br /&gt;7 lbs, 2 ounces&lt;br /&gt;21 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Peep for a great labor and delivery!  We are so blessed to have you in our life and that you are so healthy!  I love you, sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-5955865205320752421?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/5955865205320752421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-i-am-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/5955865205320752421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/5955865205320752421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-i-am-world.html' title='Here I am World!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/S0E-4RooOSI/AAAAAAAAB1I/zamvdJEhWVM/s72-c/Hospital+Aiden+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-5633293473934991130</id><published>2009-12-25T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:22:23.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Out, Peep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SzWPPhNxN2I/AAAAAAAAByo/JEZwf9eTS8I/s1600-h/Christmas+Season+09+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SzWPPhNxN2I/AAAAAAAAByo/JEZwf9eTS8I/s400/Christmas+Season+09+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419395223387191138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Day, Peep!  You are still in the womb- hard to believe.  I thought that you would come early like your big sis.  I predicted the 20th, but here it is Christmas Day and your just too comfy in there.  During Christmas dinner, I had contractions every 15 minutes for an hr, so I thought for sure that I'd have you today on my due date.  But everything stopped.  You are moving so much today- maybe that will help move things along.  Maybe, just maybe I'll be holding you in my arms tomorrow.  Can't wait to see you, Peep!  I'll try to be patient- you'll come out when you are ready.  See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-5633293473934991130?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/5633293473934991130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-on-out-peep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/5633293473934991130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/5633293473934991130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-on-out-peep.html' title='Come on Out, Peep!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SzWPPhNxN2I/AAAAAAAAByo/JEZwf9eTS8I/s72-c/Christmas+Season+09+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-8046205293585525516</id><published>2009-10-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:32:44.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Peep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is so sorry that I haven't been keeping up with your diary. I was so sick for so long.  So happy to be feeling better.  Now that you are getting bigger, it is getting harder to be on my feet.  I can feel you all of the time now- you are very busy in there.  Your sister called you a wild man the other day.  You kicked her in the back 10 times when I was snuggling her!  So hard to believe that you will be with us in 12 weeks!  Our Christmas baby!  The girls say that you are going to be their best gift this year.  They are so excited to have a baby brother on the way.  Daddy is excited to that the house won't be filled with just girls anymore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not sure about your name yet Peep! Maybe David Joseph Jr. or Christopher or Nicholas.  We'll figure it out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep growing and please take it a little easy on me with the kick-boxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  Keep growing so we can push that placenta up.  Need to clear the way for you, little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-8046205293585525516?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8046205293585525516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-peep-mommy-is-so-sorry-that-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/8046205293585525516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/8046205293585525516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-peep-mommy-is-so-sorry-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-6425025658264451123</id><published>2009-05-26T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:17:53.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nausea'/><title type='text'>Hello, Kiwi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/ShyTpsc1roI/AAAAAAAABfk/by7xg2FdokE/s1600-h/kiwifruit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 74px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/ShyTpsc1roI/AAAAAAAABfk/by7xg2FdokE/s200/kiwifruit2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340305602670603906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that I shouldn't be surprised by your growth, Peep. This is my third time having life grow inside me, but it still just amazes me. This week you are the size of a kiwi. That is a lot of growth for one week. Is this why my nausea has been horrendous? Especially today! My hormones must be going wild! Well, even though I can not wait to be in my 2nd trimester, you are worth it, Peep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm hoping not to be up at 3:30am again tonight to go to the bathroom. I'm not particularly fond of this new trend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-6425025658264451123?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/6425025658264451123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-kiwi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/6425025658264451123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/6425025658264451123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-kiwi.html' title='Hello, Kiwi!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/ShyTpsc1roI/AAAAAAAABfk/by7xg2FdokE/s72-c/kiwifruit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-7707842057750246150</id><published>2009-05-23T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:37:19.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing belly'/><title type='text'>Growing- Slowly, but Surely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/ShfeZb9IaHI/AAAAAAAABfM/u5XgZs1j5Wo/s1600-h/growing+belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/ShfeZb9IaHI/AAAAAAAABfM/u5XgZs1j5Wo/s200/growing+belly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338980411853269106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or maybe not so slowly! Am I really only 9 weeks?  Oh am I scared now- are there 2 in there?  And what if they are both girls.  Can you imagine a house with 4 girls? My husband will faint! He's hoping for &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s1600-h/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s200/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220156650684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and Little Peep&lt;/em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-7707842057750246150?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7707842057750246150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-slowly-but-surely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/7707842057750246150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/7707842057750246150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-slowly-but-surely.html' title='Growing- Slowly, but Surely.'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/ShfeZb9IaHI/AAAAAAAABfM/u5XgZs1j5Wo/s72-c/growing+belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-7526829881681236965</id><published>2009-05-21T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:06:25.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>My Little Grape!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/ShUYgu3iW4I/AAAAAAAABec/GdjNT2lJhkw/s1600-h/grapes_4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/ShUYgu3iW4I/AAAAAAAABec/GdjNT2lJhkw/s200/grapes_4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338199883933440898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peep! You are the size of a grape this week. Some may think that is small, but I think that is just amazing! Just a week ago, you were about half this size! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wiggling around in there now and I'm not supposed to feel it. But I swear I can feel you, Peep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. If there is anything you can do in there about the nausea, I'd appreciate your help, little buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-7526829881681236965?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7526829881681236965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-little-grape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/7526829881681236965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/7526829881681236965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-little-grape.html' title='My Little Grape!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/ShUYgu3iW4I/AAAAAAAABec/GdjNT2lJhkw/s72-c/grapes_4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-4599495839499440314</id><published>2009-05-21T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:52:39.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Trimester'/><title type='text'>9 Week Symptoms- Oh My!</title><content type='html'>9 Weeks Pregnant and I have every typical symptom- naseau, mood swings, extreme fatigue- you name it!  To learn more, check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babyzone.com/pregnancy/trimesters/week/article/9th-week-pregnancy"&gt;http://www.babyzone.com/pregnancy/trimesters/week/article/9th-week-pregnancy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-4599495839499440314?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4599495839499440314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/9-week-symptoms-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/4599495839499440314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/4599495839499440314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/9-week-symptoms-oh-my.html' title='9 Week Symptoms- Oh My!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-1944586045757698197</id><published>2009-05-15T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:11:17.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!  I Don't Fit in My Clothes!</title><content type='html'>My clothes have become quite uncomfortable! Luckily today I found a couple of great finds at a local thrift store.  I can't believe that I actually fit into maternity clothes.  They are a little big, but much more comfortable than my regular clothing.  Today, I found a pair of my husband's shorts that I was able to fit into-barely.  So hard to believe that I am growing out of clothes so fast and only 2 months pregnant.  Okay, Peep.  I'm glad that you are growing, but slow down on pushing my belly out so quickly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-1944586045757698197?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/1944586045757698197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-i-dont-fit-in-my-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/1944586045757698197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/1944586045757698197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-i-dont-fit-in-my-clothes.html' title='Help!  I Don&apos;t Fit in My Clothes!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-7672047292423309051</id><published>2009-05-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:56:57.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>Wow, Peep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SgJbbHQ4vSI/AAAAAAAABc0/KS5T6MEGJM0/s1600-h/Fetus07weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SgJbbHQ4vSI/AAAAAAAABc0/KS5T6MEGJM0/s320/Fetus07weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332925430124559650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, Peep! You continue to work hard in there. It is just amazing! I can't believe that you are beginning to form a digestive tract, lungs, nostrils, hands and feet, and a bump of a mouth. A cute little bump of a mouth. Great going, Peep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-7672047292423309051?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7672047292423309051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-peep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/7672047292423309051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/7672047292423309051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-peep.html' title='Wow, Peep!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SgJbbHQ4vSI/AAAAAAAABc0/KS5T6MEGJM0/s72-c/Fetus07weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-1043552416621768262</id><published>2009-05-06T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:29:19.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy humor'/><title type='text'>The Boob Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.magicwondertags.com/fairy_gif_t_clipart2.gif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SgJUShSAJ4I/AAAAAAAABcs/EEWsjqKi8hY/s1600-h/fairy_girl005.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SgJUShSAJ4I/AAAAAAAABcs/EEWsjqKi8hY/s200/fairy_girl005.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332917585908344706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who is the boob fairy, you ask? Well, the boob fairy only is good to those who are pregnant.  I guess whether you appreciate the boob fairy would depend on your size. For those of us who are not well endowed, we appreciate her handy work.  My sister actually is the one who told me about this magical being. Now my girls think it is hysterical and look at me and say, "Yeah Mom, the boob fairy did really come."   Whoever came up with the word boob, anyways? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-1043552416621768262?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/1043552416621768262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/boob-fairy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/1043552416621768262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/1043552416621768262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/boob-fairy.html' title='The Boob Fairy'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SgJUShSAJ4I/AAAAAAAABcs/EEWsjqKi8hY/s72-c/fairy_girl005.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-4627797176658241700</id><published>2009-05-05T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T03:27:09.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movement'/><title type='text'>Way to Early for This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SgAUUQUj96I/AAAAAAAABb8/dlG6vatuGFw/s1600-h/ExamplePinkandBlueFeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SgAUUQUj96I/AAAAAAAABb8/dlG6vatuGFw/s200/ExamplePinkandBlueFeet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332284297017816994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that this is going to sound crazy, but last night while I was trying to fall asleep, I felt a movement inside of me- not once, but twice that felt like little kicks.  It is way to early for this!  Even if I was further along, the first feelings that I remember are more like a flutter than a kick.  So, I don't know what is going on in there and then again maybe it was just gas! It will be great to get a sonogram and figure out just how far along I am and how many little ones are in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s1600-h/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s200/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220156650684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and Little Peep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-4627797176658241700?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4627797176658241700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-to-early-for-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/4627797176658241700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/4627797176658241700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-to-early-for-this.html' title='Way to Early for This!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SgAUUQUj96I/AAAAAAAABb8/dlG6vatuGFw/s72-c/ExamplePinkandBlueFeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-4107837331098367570</id><published>2009-05-04T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:29:04.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing belly'/><title type='text'>Already?</title><content type='html'>I can not believe that I can't fit into my pants already!  This is why I've been wondering if I'm further along or if my body is just saying, "Hey, I've done this a couple of times, getting ready for baby-now! or twins??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at 6 weeks (maybe??)--&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sf7Uf_NzySI/AAAAAAAABbs/m7EECTGnEP8/s1600-h/Em%27s+ps+sunday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sf7Uf_NzySI/AAAAAAAABbs/m7EECTGnEP8/s400/Em%27s+ps+sunday+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331932654863632674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it doesn't look like much, but look at how I can't button my pants.  I've already started the rubber band trick in order to stay in my pants just a bit longer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I posted this photo as well to have a starting point, before I start really showing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s1600-h/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s200/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220156650684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and Little Peep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-4107837331098367570?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4107837331098367570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/4107837331098367570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/4107837331098367570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/already.html' title='Already?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sf7Uf_NzySI/AAAAAAAABbs/m7EECTGnEP8/s72-c/Em%27s+ps+sunday+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-1732609847673500216</id><published>2009-05-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:57:13.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>Proud of Peep, already!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Little Peep- you are just the size of a seseme seed or is it a raisin?  It depends on the website, but all I know is that for being so small you sure are doing a lot of work in there.   It's hard to believe that the beginnings of your brain, cardiovascular, nervous and reproductive systems are already underway.  And Peep, your little heart is actually starting to beat! Keep working hard, Peep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-1732609847673500216?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/1732609847673500216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/proud-of-peep-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/1732609847673500216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/1732609847673500216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/proud-of-peep-already.html' title='Proud of Peep, already!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-1151008759546899872</id><published>2009-05-02T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:28:38.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nausea'/><title type='text'>Calamari- Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SfxXeA8uXvI/AAAAAAAABbM/HIanO-ivmTY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SfxXeA8uXvI/AAAAAAAABbM/HIanO-ivmTY/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331232232062213874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working at a seafood restaurant has it's benefits, for instance seafood is more expensive than other foods, so my check averages are higher which in turn means my tips are (usually) higher.  Well, one of the disadvantages of working at a seafood restaurant when you are pregnant is the seafood itself.  Recently, my enemy has been calamari.  Smelling it is the worst and just looking at it turns my stomach in every which way. I can't escape it though.  Guests order it.  My co-workers love it. So there is no escaping it. Luckily, I only have to see you oh evil calamari on the weekends. Okay, I'm done being dramatic.  Maybe peep just isn't into seafood! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s1600-h/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s200/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220156650684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and Little Peep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-1151008759546899872?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/1151008759546899872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/calamari-ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/1151008759546899872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/1151008759546899872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/calamari-ugh.html' title='Calamari- Ugh!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SfxXeA8uXvI/AAAAAAAABbM/HIanO-ivmTY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-2281601499618302212</id><published>2009-05-01T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:46:49.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Trimester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nausea'/><title type='text'>Nausea: Friend or Foe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.magazine.ayurvediccure.com/how-to-tackle-morning-sickness/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SfsKrRe9U8I/AAAAAAAABZ0/GdlLSa0qsLY/s1600-h/morningsickness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SfsKrRe9U8I/AAAAAAAABZ0/GdlLSa0qsLY/s200/morningsickness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330866322467017666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first three months of pregnancy can be rough due to the nausea, so why do I wish such upon myself on the days that I am feeling great? I know that this sounds crazy, but the first three months are scary, too. Scary because this is the time when most miscarriages occur. It is because the nausea reassures me that I am still pregnant. At least in my mind. I remember how relieved I felt once I got past the three month mark. Then I wished the nausea away. Funny as I'm typing this, I'm starting to feel nauseous. See what I did! I was feeling great yesterday, no nausea and then again this morning. Here comes my friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the image above to learn more about how to tackle morning sickness!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s1600-h/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s200/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220156650684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and Little Peep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-2281601499618302212?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2281601499618302212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/nausea-friend-or-foe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/2281601499618302212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/2281601499618302212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/nausea-friend-or-foe.html' title='Nausea: Friend or Foe?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/SfsKrRe9U8I/AAAAAAAABZ0/GdlLSa0qsLY/s72-c/morningsickness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-7987507459006082232</id><published>2009-04-30T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:35:54.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Trimester'/><title type='text'>Panic Mode</title><content type='html'>Panic mode. How am I going to get this house in order? How am I going to school two little girls at home with an infant on my hip? How am I going to...... You name it- I'm thinking it. I'd like to get motivated on the house, but feeling very tired today. Little Peep wants to rest. Maybe after a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s1600-h/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s200/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220156650684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and Little Peep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-7987507459006082232?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7987507459006082232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/04/panic-mode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/7987507459006082232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/7987507459006082232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/04/panic-mode.html' title='Panic Mode'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s72-c/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-6598618525285899789</id><published>2009-04-29T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:34:52.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Trimester'/><title type='text'>I'm Pregnant!  The Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl4jO6y45I/AAAAAAAABXo/4WOTY8CgK_U/s1600-h/thumbprint+Jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl4jO6y45I/AAAAAAAABXo/4WOTY8CgK_U/s200/thumbprint+Jen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330424180665148306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;My reaction: &lt;/em&gt; After seeing the two pink lines, I prayed a thank you to God for the blessing. Next, I had to wake up my husband to share the news.  Beside excitement, I felt a bit nervous about him.  How would he react? Even though he knew that there was a possibility, he had expressed numerous times in the past that he was content fathering just two children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl56h0YfEI/AAAAAAAABYI/wDtLO5os10E/s1600-h/Dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl56h0YfEI/AAAAAAAABYI/wDtLO5os10E/s200/Dave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330425680387144770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband:&lt;/em&gt; Luckily, his reaction was better than I thought it would be- mostly shocked.  Mostly wondering if the test was correct.  Half asleep squinting at the test and counting the multiple pink lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl4j3K_2uI/AAAAAAAABX4/minQdWgQPl0/s1600-h/Em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl4j3K_2uI/AAAAAAAABX4/minQdWgQPl0/s200/Em.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330424191470525154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peanut-age 5&lt;/em&gt;: Screamed and laughed and screamed and laughed and cheered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl4jrb-1FI/AAAAAAAABXw/LHx804Dp4cQ/s1600-h/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl4jrb-1FI/AAAAAAAABXw/LHx804Dp4cQ/s200/244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330424188320535634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunshine-age 7&lt;/em&gt;: At first, she thought that we were joking.  She kept asking us if we were kidding and when she realized that it was real, tears of joy poured down her face. "My prayers are answered," she says as she cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s1600-h/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s200/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220156650684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and Little Peep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-6598618525285899789?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/6598618525285899789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-pregnant-reaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/6598618525285899789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/6598618525285899789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-pregnant-reaction.html' title='I&apos;m Pregnant!  The Reaction'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl4jO6y45I/AAAAAAAABXo/4WOTY8CgK_U/s72-c/thumbprint+Jen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-3964755851350166209</id><published>2009-04-29T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:58:31.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Pink Lines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl2DVfL62I/AAAAAAAABXg/PQJ5IDhYgn8/s1600-h/guess_what_pregnancy_test_tshirt-p235013056632021553trgo_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl2DVfL62I/AAAAAAAABXg/PQJ5IDhYgn8/s200/guess_what_pregnancy_test_tshirt-p235013056632021553trgo_210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330421433649326946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After days of nausea and falling asleep at odd hours of the day, I decided to take &lt;strong&gt;THE TEST&lt;/strong&gt;! In the past these symptoms have been all in my head, so I wasn't sure if this was really happening to me or not. Even though there were very clear signs of it, I still wasn't sure. So when the two pink lines came up on the test, I was surprised a bit and excited about this new adventure- about mothering another blessing. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s1600-h/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s200/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220156650684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and Little Peep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-3964755851350166209?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/3964755851350166209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-pink-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/3964755851350166209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/3964755851350166209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-pink-lines.html' title='Two Pink Lines!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfl2DVfL62I/AAAAAAAABXg/PQJ5IDhYgn8/s72-c/guess_what_pregnancy_test_tshirt-p235013056632021553trgo_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790507625503992807.post-147178428114794272</id><published>2009-04-29T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:59:05.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Diary of Peep!</title><content type='html'>Little Peep!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What should we call the baby, Mom?  We won't know until it grows more if it is a boy or a girl."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know says Peanut," my five year old.  "We'll name it Peep!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww!  I instantly liked it- the sound that a little chick makes- Peep!  and so we named the new life that has been growing inside me for just a short time- Little Peep.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the diary of Peep! This will be little Peep's journey from the beginning of life until the time that Peep enters our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s1600-h/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s200/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220156650684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and Little Peep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790507625503992807-147178428114794272?l=diaryofpeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/feeds/147178428114794272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-diary-of-peep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/147178428114794272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790507625503992807/posts/default/147178428114794272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofpeep.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-diary-of-peep.html' title='Welcome to the Diary of Peep!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/TFLJl5x96FI/AAAAAAAACsA/9nXkpQs-HbU/S220/jen+modeling3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cqGkKP8Ho/Sfi-_ePKfwI/AAAAAAAABXI/MuHUjniSGHM/s72-c/babychicks392_xlrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
