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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 01:24:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Owen</title>
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  <description>I have been around a lot of babies and I don&apos;t remember them making strange noises while they sleep.  I love listening to his little squeaks and other weird noises.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 01:52:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Purple People Eater</title>
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  <description>&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_0_dub&apos; lj:user=&apos;0_dub&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://0-dub.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://0-dub.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;0_dub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I have a yeast infection, me in my breast, him in his mouth.&amp;nbsp; The lactation consultant gave us this &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gentian_violet&quot;&gt;Gentian Violet&lt;/a&gt; stuff to use.&amp;nbsp; It is purple, very purple and stains everything.&amp;nbsp; It also stains your skin for a couple of days.&amp;nbsp; Here is a picture of my &lt;a href=&quot;http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/0_dub/IMG_2835.jpg&quot;&gt;purple people eater &lt;/a&gt;after breastfeeding.&amp;nbsp; Tonight is our last night of this stuff and I can&apos;t wait cuz I hate it.&amp;nbsp; I am tired of my little boy being purple, I am tired of my hands being purple, ruining clothes and just the procedure itself.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 05:40:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>catching up</title>
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  <description>Labor didn&apos;t happen how I had planned at all, I cried with every decision I made that wasn&apos;t what I had originally wanted.  But I did what I thought would be good for&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_0_dub&apos; lj:user=&apos;0_dub&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://0-dub.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://0-dub.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;0_dub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I.  What happen after labor was actually worse and I would go through 30 hours of labor again before I have my placenta manually extracted again.  It took almost an hour and was so painful.  It took me a while to get over it but looking at Owen and just having him here makes it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and I are finally getting on some kind of schedule and I am able to do things besides sleep and feed.  I am still healing from the labor.  My rash is finally mellowing out and I don&apos;t feel like I am on fire or have things crawling all over me.  I do have to &lt;a href=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/chiaslut/misc/Picture040.jpg&quot;&gt;take an amazing amount of pills &lt;/a&gt;to control it.  I am having a little bit of a problem with my stitches but that is minor.  &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_chiaslut&apos; lj:user=&apos;chiaslut&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chiaslut.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chiaslut.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;chiaslut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been amazing in helping.  He is such a good daddy, Owen is lucky.  I did finally get to weigh myself and I am 7 pounds less than what I weighed before I got pregnant and I still have a lot of fluid to get rid of.  It has been fun pulling out my pre-pregnancy clothes, it is like I got an entirely new wardrobe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would be a mom, it wasn&apos;t in my plans but now that I am I can&apos;t imagine not being.  He is the most wonderful, precious baby that brings me so much joy.  It is absolutely amazing that someone so small can make such an impact.  He is so perfect and I love to stare at him when he is sleeping or eating.  I hate putting him down when he sleeps, I just want to hold him.  Owen is waking so I must go and feed now.</description>
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  <category>owen</category>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 03:03:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Christmas</title>
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  <description>For me christmas was always about family.  To gather with them, remember past good times and to create more memories.  I don&apos;t have my family here with me to do that. I have tried calling some of them and talk but it isn&apos;t the same.  How do you create memories on your own?  As much as I didn&apos;t want them here and even though my mother is irritating I wish my parents came for christmas.  Some family is better than no family.  I hate christmas this year and wish it would just go away.  Maybe Owen will join me before christmas or on christmas to bring me some joy.  I know my future christmas&apos; won&apos;t be like this because I will have Owen to share it with.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 20:36:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The big day</title>
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  <description>I am nine days away from my due date and I am more than ready.  Except I don&apos;t have a properly installed car seat and it is causing me some anxiety because we don&apos;t get to take Owen home unless we have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things that I can&apos;t wait for after I give birth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding Owen&lt;br /&gt;Seeing &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_chiaslut&apos; lj:user=&apos;chiaslut&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chiaslut.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chiaslut.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;chiaslut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hold him&lt;br /&gt;Watching &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_chiaslut&apos; lj:user=&apos;chiaslut&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chiaslut.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chiaslut.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;chiaslut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; change his diapers&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Owen&lt;br /&gt;Feeding him&lt;br /&gt;Showing him off&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on my tummy or back&lt;br /&gt;Not gag while brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;To see my feet again and tie my own shoes&lt;br /&gt;Wear cute clothes again&lt;br /&gt;Not feel like I need to eat all the time&lt;br /&gt;Pick up things off the ground again&lt;br /&gt;Being able to get in and out of my vehicle comfortably&lt;br /&gt;Not have my belly hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I just want to meet my son.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 13:52:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My birthday</title>
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  <description>Yesterday was my birthday and with everything going on lately and how depressed I&apos;ve been I wanted to skip it.  Bob convinced me not to skip it.  Angela, Bob and I went to go out pick out xmas trees and then went back to the house to decorate (both houses).  I was somewhat apprehensive and worried how uncomfortable it was going to be.  I was wrong.  It was absolutely wonderful and I had a great birthday.  The best gift I got was to feel like I belonged to a family again.  I couldn&apos;t have asked for a better day.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2006 18:56:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>appreciative</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t often tell people how much I appreciate everything they do for me.  I have been journalling but keeping it private and I feel that I need to make this public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate:&lt;br /&gt;Owen for kicking me and reassuring me that everything is ok&lt;br /&gt;Bob for taking care of me when I need it, loving me and giving me much needed hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;Angela for still being my friend&lt;br /&gt;Atticus for being the best puppy ever&lt;br /&gt;Trisha for sharing her space with me&lt;br /&gt;My coworkers for being supportive&lt;br /&gt;My students for being helpful&lt;br /&gt;My friends for being there when I need them</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 18:27:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bob</title>
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  <description>Bob tried killing me this week.  We just get life insurance and he tries to get rid of me the next week.  He tried killing me by giving me this nasty flu.  It was horrible.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 05:42:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have been reading alot about weight loss.  My intial thought was to take the weight off as quick as possible.  But after reading many of the articles it says you really shouldn&apos;t lose more than 2 lbs a week, if you lose more than that you start losing muscle.  Didn&apos;t know that.  So I have been eating less and eat some fruit when I get hungry instead of chips or chocolate.  I eat chocolate almost everyday, which has many beneficial qualities.  However, I have now limited myself to two pieces of chocolate a day, bite size.  It satisfies my chocolate addiction.  I haven&apos;t really started exercising yet because of my arm but I am taking notice to how much i move around during the day.  And i realized that for about 5-6 hours a day I am constantly moving.  When I am teaching I am always up moving around.  Walking from student to student.  I sat down in class today for about 20 minutes and I have class for a little less than 6 hours.  I think i will be okay on the being active part.  I just need to stop eating all the exlarge portions and the 20 snacks a day.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 17:27:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>weight</title>
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  <description>I am the heaviest I have ever been and I have been depressed about it.  Last year was a hard year with a lot of stress.  When I am stressed I eat a lot, when I am depressed, I eat a lot.  I need to lose some weight to make me feel good again.  I have started eating less.  I still have snacks and eat what I want but I am just eating less.  Exercise has been difficult because I broke my elbow, hairline fracture, about 3 weeks ago.  I have also been on winter break and haven&apos;t been to work since the 16th of December.  I can&apos;t wait to get back.  It sucks when you have days off and everyone else has to work.  I watched a lot of movies.  Instead of intense aerobic exercise, I have been walking and playing with the dog a lot.  I think it is better than doing actual exercise, he is fun to play with.  I am going to start taking water aerobic classes pretty soon.  Not to sure if my elbow can handle it.  maybe I just won&apos;t do the arm movements just yet. Most of my posts are going to be about struggles and accomplishments with weight lose.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2005 03:05:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Don&apos;t fall over</title>
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  <description>So, I am finally doing this. After telling all of my funny stories about my job I was told I had to post them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach at a middle/high school charter school.  I teach math, PE and health.  I guess because I am the health teacher that also means I am the school nurse.  This past Friday, was one of my craziest days ever.  My morning started off with a student needing to talk to me about some female problems.  She started off telling me that she was having pain in her lower abdomen and felt like she needed to go to the bathroom.  She said when she went to the bathroom something came out and then presented me with a paper towel.  The paper towel had two pieces of tissue about 1 inch in diameter.  I pretended to not be mortified that she just gave me something that came out of her vagina.  I thought it would be a good idea for her to go to the doctors.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was only the beginning to a crazy day.</description>
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