<?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-23254332</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:25:20.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my feet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-8650612616319702713</id><published>2007-05-01T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:22:05.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Max</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that he is already 9 months old!!! It really seems like we were just bringing him home. I guess the crazy thing is that he is only as old as the time I was pregnant with him. He is so BIG!!! I guess we already knew that but he is mostly into 18 months for clothes. What a chunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rjc6zXlL6kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XKPHr_-3Iis/s1600-h/100_3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059577360551766594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rjc6zXlL6kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XKPHr_-3Iis/s320/100_3048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Major updates with him include 2 teeth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got the first one a week and a half ago and the second one poked through on Sunday morning. He makes such funny faces since he isn't used to them being in his mouth. Somtimes you just have to put on goofy/embarassing pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other major news is that he has started WALKING!!! On the 19th he took his first step. He has NO fear. He lets go of things all the time. He can take between 5 and 8 good steps. He does more but by the end his is so excited to get where he is going that he ends up lunging. I don't have any good pictures of him walking yet since it is hard to take a picture myself when it is just us two. I tried to have Sandy do it this weekend but the pictures were either of just feet or heads or nothing. Oops!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rjc8FnlL6lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YK7J-aD1dMg/s1600-h/100_3007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059578773596006994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rjc8FnlL6lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YK7J-aD1dMg/s320/100_3007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was raining the other day, we painted "muddy" footprints with the daycare kids. The "mud" was actually chocolate pudding so I had Max and my 13 month old do it too. He had a blast, especially after he discovered what it tasted like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves being outside. The first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time he was in the grass with shorts &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rjc9mXlL6mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yr9jJYwwLfo/s1600-h/100_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059580435748350562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rjc9mXlL6mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yr9jJYwwLfo/s320/100_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on he didn't like it so much.  Now he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves it and likes to pick the grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll put on more pics later.  My nights are free now that the house is ready and Don is gone all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-8650612616319702713?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8650612616319702713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=8650612616319702713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/8650612616319702713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/8650612616319702713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2007/05/mr-max.html' title='Mr. Max'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rjc6zXlL6kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XKPHr_-3Iis/s72-c/100_3048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-1534400737034196996</id><published>2007-04-12T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:53:20.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...yes!</title><content type='html'>Okay, our internet is finally working and I am going to do this.  As all of you already probably know...we are moving!!!  Boo to actually having to move everything, but yippee to the fact that we are moving closer to home.  Don started on Monday at the Baraboo Menards so we will be looking for a place either in Baraboo or Reedsburg.  We really need to be close to the store because he has issues with leaving early/on time and now when he opens, he gets fined $60 a minute if he is late.  Ouch!  However, Baraboo seems to be quite pricey so we will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;This also means that we have to put our house up for sale.  We were in the middle of finishing our basement so now it has become a full out rush to get it done.  Don and I will pretty much be living down there this weekend to finish it so we can list the house on Monday.  On a positive note, 3 houses are for sale in our neighborhood that are listed for 184,900 to 210,000 which is more than we were planning to list for.  So hopefully, we will sell quickly since we can't buy a house without selling this one.  Which I am very sad about leaving because I love our house so much!&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another sad note...telling the daycare kids I watch that we are moving.  One family I was fine with because the kids are absolute terrors!!!!  The other two I will really miss.  The one little girl is so cute and so easy to take care of.  The other two are also great kids.  On a positive note, their mom wants me to keep watching them as long as I can.  The come Wed., Thurs., and every other Fri. so I can still make some money, but be able to pack and do other moving stuff also.&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to another point.  Before we knew we were moving, we purchased a vehicle.  Sadly, I now am a mom who drives a mini-van.  It was kind of depressing since I am only 26, but I can live with it.  This is only because of how crappy my car was, how much shit I can fit in the van, that it has a DVD player, power sliding doors and trunk, and all the normal power options and CD player that my car didn't ever have.  Plus the best part about it....it has a BUMPER!!!  Such exciting things, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to be now...5 comes way too early for a slacker like me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-1534400737034196996?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1534400737034196996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=1534400737034196996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/1534400737034196996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/1534400737034196996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2007/04/movingyes.html' title='Moving...yes!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-4658124236599125612</id><published>2007-03-26T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:53:32.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rgfd_YbfkAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gtYNOEj-HqQ/s1600-h/100_2673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046245988451192834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rgfd_YbfkAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gtYNOEj-HqQ/s320/100_2673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a couple pics quick.  I know I am getting really bad at this.  I have lots of news to share....I'll try and get on here more in the next couple of days.  Love ya!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rgfd_4bfkBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hvi5E_V8hQg/s1600-h/100_2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046245997041127442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rgfd_4bfkBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hvi5E_V8hQg/s320/100_2683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-4658124236599125612?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4658124236599125612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=4658124236599125612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/4658124236599125612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/4658124236599125612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2007/03/pics-for-you.html' title='Pics for you'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SD8ZXnpoFnQ/Rgfd_YbfkAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gtYNOEj-HqQ/s72-c/100_2673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-117035033689395504</id><published>2007-02-01T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:29:33.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Here are some new pics of Max. He is getting so BIG!! We went to the Dr. yesterday and he is in the 97% for weight and length and off the chart for his head size. He also has to start using his big boy car seat. How sad yet exciting. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/1600/341077/100_2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/320/338051/100_2422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy put his hat on backwards so he would look tough....didn't really work.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/1600/555507/100_2453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/320/803313/100_2453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took him outside on his new sled after we finally got some snow. He wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but then he seemed to really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/1600/653669/100_2470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/320/623838/100_2470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He absolutely loves sitting in the laundry basket. He just sits and plays with the holes or looks around. He doesn't even need toys! How exciting.&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://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/1600/873339/100_2517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/320/860510/100_2517.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a total ham for the camera now. He smiles so easily. Gotta go! He wants to type and it is getting to hard. See you this weekend if you will be home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-117035033689395504?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/117035033689395504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=117035033689395504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/117035033689395504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/117035033689395504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2007/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-116542962035166446</id><published>2006-12-06T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:27:00.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!!!!</title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to congratulate Beth and Nate on becoming parents of a beautiful baby! Sawyer is sooooo cute! Thank you to his two wonderful aunts, Amy and Meg, for posting pictures of him so we can see. I would have to agree with everyone else that he looks like Nate. (Beth-what the heck? Can't our kids look like us?) I would also like to congratulate Beth on having him naturally...very impressed since he was so big! However, I am also very jealous that you got to have an epidural...pain meds are God's gift to women in labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that I have been such a horrible blogger, even worse than normal for me.  I have actually been doing something with my life though.  I was approved last Friday for starting a daycare at my house.  I got all the paperwork done, all the classes taken, and passed the home inspection.  I was up until 2 am on Wed and Thurs cleaning since I also had to work both nights.  But it all got done and now I just have to find some kids to watch that won't drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Also, we had some problems with our camera again.  We lost the pictures that were taken from the Monday after his baptism in October through the last time I came home in the middle of November.  I was very upset and pissed beyond belief.  It turned out to be the memory card.  So yesterday we took it to a camera place and they recovered some of the pictures, but they could not get the ones from the last time I was home.  So I am happy about the others, but still kind of sad.  I know there were some really good ones that were lost.  Moral of the story...as soon as you can put your pictures on your computer, don't wait until the card is full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max update-&lt;br /&gt;He went to the doctor yesterday. He now weighs 18 lbs 11 oz.-97%, is in the 95% for height, and his head is unfortunately in the 100%. Don says it is because he has a big brain. Good news is that he is proportionate and doing everything he should be. He has also figured out how to go backwards when he is on his tummy. He tries so hard to go forward and gets pissed. I am excited that he is doing all this, but I kind of want my little immobile baby back. He has also started to explore the wonderful world of food. He is hard-core into rice cereal. He says it has a lot of flavor. To me it looks like colorless cat puke. Yummy!!! Today we are going to try sweet potatoes. The doctor told us to do veggies before fruits. I am very upset by this because I personally like baby food fruits. I know, it is for Max to eat not me.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/1600/171659/100_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/320/534958/100_1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his baptism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/1600/241263/_461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/320/182759/_461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was a puppy dog for Halloween.  However, he did not want to have is picture taken with the pumpkin.  He just wanted to try and chew on the ears of his costume.  Too cute!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/1600/133685/100_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4715/2377/320/644649/100_0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He ate cereal for the first time on Thanksgiving.  We got him naked so it wouldn't be such a mess to clean up.  He did a really good job though, and we could have kept him dressed.  Now he mows down the stuff like the little piggie that he is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta go...he is waking up from his nap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-116542962035166446?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/116542962035166446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=116542962035166446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/116542962035166446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/116542962035166446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/12/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!!!!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-116406703476616897</id><published>2006-11-20T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:57:14.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippeee!</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick happy birthday to Jen and Crystal.....so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-116406703476616897?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/116406703476616897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=116406703476616897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/116406703476616897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/116406703476616897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/11/yippeee.html' title='Yippeee!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-116188287830965675</id><published>2006-10-26T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:14:38.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis said so...</title><content type='html'>How sad is it that even Travis is telling me I have to update my blog. Although he has yet to update Jeny's....hmmmm..... First thing, just a reminder that Don, Max and I will be in Hillsboro Sat. and Sun. Max will be getting baptized on Sunday around 10:15-10:30 if anyone wants to come or just come for food at my parents after:). Other than that nothing exciting is going on at all. So I will just put up some pics of Max. He is huge by the way! I think he has to be at least 16 pounds if not more. But I am actually getting muscles in my arms for the first time since high school.  YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/max%20goofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/max%20goofy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/max%20bundled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/max%20bundled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/max%20einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/max%20einstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/max%20camo%20close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/max%20camo%20close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-116188287830965675?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/116188287830965675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=116188287830965675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/116188287830965675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/116188287830965675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/10/travis-said-so.html' title='Travis said so...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115955100954466942</id><published>2006-09-29T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T12:30:09.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting</title><content type='html'>Yikes!!!  Erica just texted me about a shooting at Weston.  How scary is that?  wbay.com has the story if you want to check it out.  What is the world coming to when the biggest stories in the news are about kids shooting people at school or planning to?  This is the third big kids and guns story in the last week.  There is the Colorado one, the 3 boys at Green Bay East, and now Weston.  Just think...we used to go to that school for sports and it is not that far from Hillsboro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115955100954466942?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115955100954466942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115955100954466942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115955100954466942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115955100954466942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/09/shooting.html' title='Shooting'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115938733917469738</id><published>2006-09-27T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:02:19.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JENY!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are so NOT that old yet!:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara, Don and Max&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/jeny%20max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/jeny%20max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Doesn't she look good with a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, Jeny, as long as it is someone elses!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115938733917469738?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115938733917469738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115938733917469738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115938733917469738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115938733917469738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/09/yeah.html' title='YEAH!!!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115937544324093007</id><published>2006-09-27T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:56:18.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/maxdribbler.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/maxdribbler.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/maxsobig.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/maxsobig.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/maxsmile.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/maxsmile.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally got it to let me post some more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115937544324093007?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115937544324093007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115937544324093007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115937544324093007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115937544324093007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally.html' title='Finally!!!!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115877365222765261</id><published>2006-09-20T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:50:23.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I get hurt...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know... I suck. I keep meaning to post and then something happens and posting gets put on hold. So I am starting one today (Wed.) and we will see when I finish it. I have many random things to say. One being that we should all take a moment of silence for the death of the WB. The channel where it all started...Buffy, Dawson's...has fallen and become the CW or something stupid like that. So please take a moment and remember the great times...ha-ha! Oops...screaming...&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt at writing... Okay my second random topic is the balloon that came with the flowers from Jeny, Trav, and of course Plunger when Max was born. Can you believe that the thing is still floating. It has to be the most amazing balloon ever! It has finally started to look a little deflated in the last week, but who ever heard of a balloon lasting over 7 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;We have been hard-core car shopping for the last week or so. I found several cars that I liked and of course was having trouble making up my mind. Then Don and I started talking about what I should do for a job. I would love to teach, but it is a little late to get a full-time job. I would also love to sub, but that would be very difficult as far as knowing in advance if Max had to go to the sitter. It would be fine if it was like Manitowoc where they would call and book me for 2 weeks at a time once they got to know me and like me. However, I doubt that would happen here since they don't know me at all. I would also consider working at a preschool/daycare like I did in Madison. However, I would want to find somewhere that would take infants so Max could go there and we could get reduced prices. The potential of finding a place that was hiring and accepting new infants is not likely at all though. For those of you without kids, daycare (not in-home) is VERY expensive. Most are around $200 a week. Oops...crying again.&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, and I finally back. So to continue...my last option is to stay home and do my own in-home daycare. This seems like the best option right now. We are only going to be here for a year or so and it is so depressing to finally get comfortable with people and a job and move again, so I am leaning towards not getting one like that. However, this changes the type of vehicle we would need to buy for me. In order to haul around kids, I would need something bigger. I am so sad at the thought of being 25 and potentially driving a mini-van. We are also looking at SUVs that have a third row of seats for the sake of my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Be right back!&lt;br /&gt;It is now Monday-Life is so crazy! Max isn't difficult at all, but when I have to do all the other household chores...sorry blogger, you get put on hold.&lt;br /&gt;I will just try and post pics of Max now because that is all you want anyway!!!!:)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/maxwalk.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/maxwalk.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is all bundled up for a walk in the cold September air. He was so cuddly and warm though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! This is the only picture I can get to work. I will keep trying though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115877365222765261?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115877365222765261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115877365222765261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115877365222765261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115877365222765261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/09/before-i-get-hurt.html' title='Before I get hurt...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115681833858788930</id><published>2006-08-28T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:50:44.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...where does it go?</title><content type='html'>We are still recovering from our week of touring the great state of WI. If you would count Manitowoc, Racine, and Hillsboro to be a tour of WI that is. Anyway, we discovered over the week that Max is a very good traveler. . . he sleeps. I was very excited to find this out because it made driving so much nicer than having a screaming baby. Which we have also discovered that he only does when he's hungry. He is such a good baby that I am scared to ever have another one. He is very content (unless hungry) and nothing bothers him, even dirty diapers. However, he does eat all the time. He's like a garbage disposal that only takes milk. We had to give him so many bottles last week just so that people could see him. Ahhh, the joys of a big baby. Other than that, he's sooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got to meet Talan for the first time. He's so little compared to Max, but I'm sure he'll catch up at some point. We got some great pictures of Max, Talan, and Taylor. Taylor is a great big brother so far.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/101_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/101_0960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' in his swing like a big boy! I can't believe that it was 4 weeks ago today that he was born. Thus, my title about time flying by. Before I know it he will be ready for school. Okay, maybe not that soon, but look at Mickayla and Taylor. It seems like they should both be in diapers just learning to walk. Crazy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/101_0967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/101_0967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notice what my adorable 4 week old is doing with his left hand...naughty already!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored today (or I did) and decided we should put some shoes on. They looked so cute! They won't fit for much longer because he has such big feet though. However, we thought they were pretty cool, but Daddy didn't. He got home and started talking about stunting his foot growth, blah, blah, blah. He had the shoes on for maybe an hour. I could see it if it was all day, every day. But it was only an hour. Oh well, we still looked very studly for that hour!&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/maxmom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/maxmom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have so many picture of Max with other people because I'm always taking them. However, I realized there are only like 3 of me and him, so I made Don take this of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and I will be coming home on Friday. Let me know what is going on for the weekend. I'm sure the Feala residence will be a happin' place as always! Can't wait to see everyone again. I'm so EXCITED!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115681833858788930?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115681833858788930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115681833858788930' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115681833858788930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115681833858788930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/08/timewhere-does-it-go.html' title='Time...where does it go?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115514646730704491</id><published>2006-08-09T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:01:50.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>Finally! I know that is what you are all thinking. But yes, I have finally gotten around to posting some pictures. Here he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell Marshall Baumstark&lt;br /&gt;July 31, 2006 4:44 a.m. 21 inches 9 lbs. 5 1/2 oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/101_0260.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/101_0260.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than an hour old and posing pretty with daddy. I made Don follow him when they took him back to the room while they sewed me up. I didn't want anyone running off with my baby!!!! :) One of the nurses took this picture before I got back. The first ones of me with Max are not very good ones of me. I am totally drugged up! But Max and Daddy sure are cute!&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/101_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/101_0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/101_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Grandma...she's so silly!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for mothers! My mom came back up on Thursday to help bring us home from the hospital and help me out. I don't know what I would have done without her. She did sooooooo much. She did laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, cooked, and of course spoiled her grandson. I was very sad to see her have to leave on Saturday. At least Don had the weekend off to help and see Max.&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/101_0356.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/101_0356.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/101_0356.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has to be my favorite pic so far. I know he isn't actually smiling yet, but he just looks so cute! This was from Thursday afternoon after we finally got to come home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: He does have all 10 fingers...he's just practicing his gang signs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/101_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/101_0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to post this one for you Jen. He really does like his towel, just not the bath that goes along with it! What a traumatic experience, for both Max and Mommy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will try to post more later today or tomorrow, but someone is waking up now and of course is hungry. He (and me) send lots of hugs and kisses! We miss you all! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Side note: Emily had her baby on Friday. Talan Marcus Langer was 7 lbs. 3 oz - Max can take him!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115514646730704491?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115514646730704491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115514646730704491' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115514646730704491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115514646730704491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115412299784132417</id><published>2006-07-28T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:43:17.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new</title><content type='html'>I am still impatiently waiting for something to happen.  No baby yet.  Don made it back okay yesterday.  It was really nice having my mom here for a visit though.  I miss living closer to home, especially at a time like this.  Anyway, just wanted everyone to know that I am still fat and pregnant.  Hopefully, soon I will be able to say that I am just fat.  Then, hopefully, I will be able to say that I just am (not sooo fat or pregnant). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen-when exactly are you coming for your visit?  I know Labor Day, but when exactly if you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115412299784132417?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115412299784132417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115412299784132417' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115412299784132417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115412299784132417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing new'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115386610706619693</id><published>2006-07-25T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:21:47.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name</title><content type='html'>Oh...Yes.  I keep forgetting to reply to the name question.  Jen-Yes, his name is going to be Max.  Other than that we don't know.  Don't know if just Max or Maxwell, or what.  We also don't have a middle name.  We are professional procrastinators don't forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115386610706619693?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115386610706619693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115386610706619693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115386610706619693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115386610706619693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/07/name.html' title='Name'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115386557757532134</id><published>2006-07-25T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:12:57.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>We had a dr. appt today.  Not much new.  Still no baby.  I am still about 2 to 3 cm, but his head has come down a lot.  It is almost painful to sit up straight.  Oh well, just have to lay around and watch TV.  If only I had the time for that!  There is so much to do for the house still, I might go crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don is freaking out about leaving tomorrow for his meetings in Eau Claire.  My mom is coming to stay with me, but he is still super nervous.  I guess I am having contractions and my whole stomach gets hard.  I keep making him feel and his eyes get huge, he tells me to keep it in for a few more days, and go cross my legs.  I love freaking him out more.  Anyway, just wanted to update on what is going on....NOTHING!  Love and miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115386557757532134?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115386557757532134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115386557757532134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115386557757532134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115386557757532134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115350378526548780</id><published>2006-07-21T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:43:05.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>No new news from the dr. appt. yesterday.  Still 2 cm.  However, she told me I have a "beautiful cervix".  Now isn't that nice to know.  She said I should thank the lord for giving me such a wonderful and beautiful cervix.  How interesting.?.?.  Anyway, I was just waiting impatiently of course, for Don to get home so we can leave for Kelly's wedding.  Yippee!!  I had to go exchange my shoes for the ceremony this morning.  She had gotten me a 9 since that is what I normally wear....I ended up bringing home an 11 from the store.  They are way too long, but they were the only ones that my Fat Bastard feet would fit into.  How sad.  Anyway, I am also impatiently waiting for news from the Wilbanks family.  Hello...I have to leave soon and will be away from the computer until Sunday night.  Will someone please call me when they find out?  I just hate being the last to know.  Gots to go...love you all!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115350378526548780?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115350378526548780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115350378526548780' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115350378526548780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115350378526548780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115341532572825651</id><published>2006-07-20T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:08:45.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>Nope, no baby yet.  So I suck more than anyone as far as posting.  I tried earlier this week, but Don kept catching me and saying I needed to get back to work unpacking boxes and getting the house ready.  Well, the house still isn't close to being ready.  I have so much crap to sort through, I can't believe that all this stuff fit in our old house.  We also have no pictures or anything on the walls at all.  Other than that, I really love our new house.  I am so excited to have a kitchen (that we can fit side by side in:)) and laundry on the first floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it is the best feeling to finally be able to set things up in the nursery.  Most people have things started as soon as they find out what it is...or their sisters move out of the nursery:)  I did think that it would go very fast, but it still isn't ready.  I guess I really need to get a move on it since the countdown is on.  Can you believe that there are only&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more days to go until the expected day.  It could even be earlier.  YIKES!  When we went to the dr. last Thursday she said I was already 2 cm dialated.  We asked her what this meant, early, late, today, next Sat.?  She responded with, "It doesn't mean anything except that you are getting ready for labor.  You could go in 2 days or a week beyond your due date."  Our response later, "Thanks for being so helpful.  That was really insightful.  Could you possibly narrow it down anymore than sometime in the next 3 weeks?"  I know that they really don't know, but it is just so annoying.  We go back today in about 2 hours, so we will see what is going on then.   I just hope that she doesn't say anything about checking into the hospital today because Kelly's wedding is this weekend!  I would just like to make it to at least 5 or 6 on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made two trips down to New Glarus (below Madison) in the last week to do alterations for the bridesmaid dress.  It is awesome that it only takes about 1 hour 45 minutes to get to Madison, but to add the extra 1/2 hour and to have to come back home all in one day....SUCKS!  Anyway, when we were down in Madison on Tuesday we stopped in at that all important, fabulous, wonderful, amazing, super, awesome joint that they call Ian's Pizza.  For those of you who have partaken in this wonderful pizza, let me tell you that it is even better in your final weeks of pregnancy.  And to top it all off, my most wonderful husband bought me an entire macaroni and cheese pizza.  Potentially the most expensive pizza I will ever eat, but I have an entire mac &amp; cheese pizza in my fridge.  I am so excited!  YUM, YUM, YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the 11 days to go thing.  I am not so sure about this anymore.  I am very excited to finally have him here and meet him and all.  However, I now will be responsible for someone else.  We all know me and that I often have trouble taking care of just myself.  I just think about how fast 11 days goes by.  Think about when there was 11 days until we graduated high school, or 11 days before we left for college, or 11 days before we got married (or someone else got married).  These things were all about us being on our own and being responsible for ourselves.  Now I am going to have something so small.....YIKES!  So Beth, treasure this time while he/she (SHE!!!!) is inside of you and not close to coming out because it will go by way too FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am in mourning over not only Sabrina's camera but also my own.  Although, Sabrina's is much nicer and deserves a 5 star funeral, mine will not be in attendance.  It decided that camera suicide was the theme of the week after hearing of Sabrina's camera's dive off the dock.  It took a much less dramatic route and just gave up.  Perfect timing as far as needing a camera to take pictures of our firstborn son, huh?  So we are doing a quick search for a new camera, and I am not excited about dropping a couple of hundered on a camera at this point in time.  Doesn't everything always happen at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I just changed the channel on TV and there is a guy taking a bath with crocodiles and alligators.  They are just babies, but still... what the hell?  He is literally in the bathtub with bubbles and everything.   There is even a rubber duck and he is playing with them all. What a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how the dr. appt. goes, but for now I had better go shower and freshen up for the ever exciting appt.  YUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115341532572825651?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115341532572825651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115341532572825651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115341532572825651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115341532572825651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-115022437133711541</id><published>2006-06-13T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:46:11.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy, Giant or not???</title><content type='html'>I have decided that Don and I do things wrong. We just seem to always do everything at once. Like when I graduated from college, we moved to Madison at the same time. Not too bad, but....when we got married we moved to Manitowoc and bought our first house. Not so bad, but now that we are having a baby, of course we have to move again! I think it is stressful enough being pregnant and having all the things that go with that, but to add job issues, house hunting, house buying, house selling, packing, changing doctors, my car accident issues (which still have not been resolved), and the cost of gas because Don is driving back and forth at least 4 to 5 times a week...............AGGGGHHHHH!! So needless to say, I have been EXTREMELY busy lately and thus that is my excuse for not posting. However, I do have a very current picture, if you count last week as being current. So with no further waiting....my giant belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/Sara%20%26%20House%20pics%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the bad flash, but Don is not an accomplished photographer by any means.  On a side note, the jeans I have on are fully zipped and buttoned and they are my normal jeans.  Mind you, this was last week and I have been too scared to try them on yet this week.  I am perfectly happy now in my gym shorts or preggo pants.  They are so comfy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a very positive note, we found out yesterday that we got the house we put an offer on.  I love it, but am not excited about the price.  However, it was the only house we found that we both liked and I didn't want to remodel at least half of it.  The only downer is that we can't close until July 5th.  So like my mom said, "Well, I guess you will move and have the hospital on speed dial."  Yeah!  Also, Josh and Erica are buying our house for sure.  It is really nice.  It is convenient, plus this way we can see what they do to it as far a continuing to remodel.  AND I can come back and use the hot tub after the baby is born since I haven't gotten to use it for the last 8 months.  So other than this Thursday, we don't have to drive to Oshkosh anymore on Don's day off!  YIPPEE!!!  Thursday we are doing the inspection and having our first doctor's appointment over there.  Then I work again Thursday night, but then I get to come home on Friday.  I am so excited.  I haven't been home since Easter.  It seems like forever ago.  What are everyone's plans for the weekend?  Let me know what is going on.  I have to go start packing up the garage because that alone could take a month.  It is a disaster!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-115022437133711541?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/115022437133711541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=115022437133711541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115022437133711541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/115022437133711541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy-giant-or-not.html' title='Crazy, Giant or not???'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114841923317876511</id><published>2006-05-23T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:20:33.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my fatness</title><content type='html'>I know I really suck ast posting these pictures. I'm sorry. I just don't like to be reminded of how fat I look right now. And to help that, I just ate a donut I got at school today.  Yummy!!!  Anyway, what you have all been waiting for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from April 9th. Sandy took it when we went to Don's cousins wife's (Elissa) baby shower. I look like a moron. Only look at the size of my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/IMGA0044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/IMGA0044.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from the end of April when we went to Don's other cousins wife's baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle (shower, just had baby girl on Friday), me (fat), Darlene (only one of the cousins/wives not pregnant), Elissa (expecting a girl 3 weeks before us), and Carrie (had a boy, Tyler James, in January). Lots of something going on in this family....everyone is all knocked up. Remind me not to drink the water this time at Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/IMGA0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/IMGA0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from my shower in Racine a couple of weeks ago.  Of course they didn't take any pictures of me standing up with my camera so I have to wait for Sandy to get me those.  This was the only pic that you could see my belly and wasn't a horrible one of my face.  They never told me they were taking a picture so I look like a moron in most of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you will notice my belly is almost the size of my boobs.  It seems like everytime it is about to catch up, my stupid boobs decide they need to grow also.  What jerks!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114841923317876511?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114841923317876511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114841923317876511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114841923317876511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114841923317876511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures-of-my-fatness.html' title='Pictures of my fatness'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114800681204378254</id><published>2006-05-18T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:46:52.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My feet suck!!!!</title><content type='html'>Possibly a gross topic, but...Okay, so anyone who has been preggo...did your feet smell?  The last week or so I have had stinky feet for the first time in my life!  Even after basketball games in high school, my feet really didn't smell.  They were sweaty, but they didn't just plain stink.  I'm sorry Cass, but we all know about your feet, and the last few days mine have smelled like yours.  I think it might be my shoes.  I have been wearing my AE cord sandals that I have had for at least 2 years.  So today I tried a different pair of sandals and have not smelled the offensive odors coming from the floor.  I will continue with my experiment and let you know the outcome because I am sure you are all very interested.  I was just wondering if it had something to do with increased hormone levels or something odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second note about my feet...I often have cankles by the end of the day.  It is so gross!!!!!!!!!  They swell up and you can't see the ankle bone on the inside of my foot.  This is the first really negative thing I have had so far during the pregnancy.  I am very upset about it.  As we all know, I have large calves.  Therefore, my small ankles at least made it look like I had ankles and not cankles.  Not the case anymore.  It is very depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my biggest piece of news....we are moving to Oshkosh.  I am still very conflicted about this but do not have a choice.  Don was offered the position of Assisstant Store Manager and told to pretty much take it or get used to living in Manitowoc for the rest of his life.  So we are going.  It will be a nice pay increase and all, but just the hassle of moving at this point.  Today was the start of week 29 of pregnancy so there are approximately only11 more to go.  Which when you start talking about selling our house, buying a new house, moving everything, setting up the nursery and unpacking everything else, finding a new doctor and hospital, working on finding a new job for me...............UGH!!!  Talk about stress I really didn't need or want to deal with.  I am trying to be positive because otherwise I think Don just feels like I am shitting on him and what he is trying to do.  So, if anyone wants to come visit one last time in big, bad Manitowoc......hint, hint Sabrina, you have not been yet....we will be here for a little while still.  This will also cut into the times that I can come home in the next month and a half which sucks.  Positive, positive, positive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited and hope that it doesn't rain this weekend because I am going to pick out and plant some bushed and flowers.  I don't know why this thought makes me so happy, especially since we won't be around all summer to enjoy them, but I am extremely excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go now to get an ice cream cone from McDonald's.  It is the thing that I want lately....yummmmmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114800681204378254?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114800681204378254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114800681204378254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114800681204378254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114800681204378254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-feet-suck.html' title='My feet suck!!!!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114731588912065494</id><published>2006-05-10T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:51:29.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another interview</title><content type='html'>Okay, nobody freak out...I'm posting twice in one day!  Don's interview today went well.  Then, he had to come home and go back to work for a meeting.  As soon as he got there he got word that Oshkosh wanted him to call them ASAP and set up an interview for tomorrow.  It's cool that he is getting these interviews, but I just don't know if I really want to move right now.  However, I quickly looked up houses in Oshkosh and found some really, really nice ones for not that much more than we are paying now.  I guess it would be nice to have a bigger house, but we'll just have to see.  Oshkosh is also closer to home:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114731588912065494?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114731588912065494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114731588912065494' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114731588912065494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114731588912065494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-interview.html' title='Another interview'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114729588366039952</id><published>2006-05-10T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:18:03.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Is it foggy here.  One usually thinks that fog goes away by at least noon, right?  Well, not today.  It isn't so bad by my house, but the school I was at today is right by the lake.  As I was just leaving, I couldn't believe that it had actually gotten worse than it was this morning.  It is so crazy to drive by the lake when it is foggy.  All of a sudden you just drive into this wall, and you can't see anything.  Weather is so odd!  I don't really have anything to say.  I'm just waiting for Don to call me when he is finished with his interview.  I still am not sure about that...ohhh!  I just heard the train.  Yeah...or not really.  Okay, nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114729588366039952?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114729588366039952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114729588366039952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114729588366039952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114729588366039952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/05/fog.html' title='Fog'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114714110304720441</id><published>2006-05-08T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:18:23.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday...don't know the rest of the words</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when you get a song stuck in your head, but you can only remember a couple of words?  I have that oldies song in my head, but all I keep hearing is "Monday, Monday...something, something....me."  Very annoying.   Other than the stupid song in my head, I had a very nice weekend.  Don and I went to big, bad Racine for my baby shower.  It wasn't til Sunday, so I spent most of Saturday helping Sandy make food.....yum....I like food.  Anyway, also took a trip over to Franklin to check out the area because Don has an interview there on Wednesday for a promotion.  We aren't sure how we feel about this.  On one hand it is close to his parents (probably less than 1/2 hour) which would be nice, especially with the baby coming.  I do believe it would technically be closer to home...yahoo driving directions said it would take 2 hours 45 minutes compared to the 3 1/2 plus hours it takes from here.   On the other hand, I finally like it up here now that Erica and Josh are here and I don't feel so secluded.  Plus, I am known in the schools, have my other job, have our doctor and hospital for the baby all picked out, our house would have to be sold, and we get along really well with our neighbor and the people Don works with.   I don't know what to think...I guess we'll just have to wait and see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...after we went to Franklin, we went mini-golfing.  I had a blast!!!  That was probably mainly due to the fact that I beat Don for the first time ever!  I guess that being pregnant has had a very postive impact on my mini-golf game.  Usually, I end up with a couple holes where I have to take the 6 stroke max allowed by the course because I go way over 6 strokes, but not this time.  I acutally got 2 holes-in-one!  Yeah me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini-golf place was really close to all these outlet stores so we decided to go check it out...whoops!  We went into Nike and of course they had baby clothes on clearance so I had to get a little onesie and the cutest little hat in the world.  But I limited myself to just that...until we saw OshKosh B'gosh (spelling is correct, I just checked the bag).  Actually, it wasn't me, Don had a crap load of clothes picked out that were super cute!  I put some back, but we still got several things.  Only reason we did though was because it was all 70-75% off.  So we got a bunch of stuff for under $40 that should have cost over $160.  I just can't believe that people will buy babies stuff that is that expensive.  I mean, a pair of fleece pants for $30...crazy!  The kid is just going to puke or something else on them or in them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the shower and Don's family/friends were &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; too generous.  They got us most of the big stuff we need including the travel system, pack 'n play, high chair, walker, boucy chair, monitors, diaper genie, and the jumperoo.  This was all on top of lots of cute clothes and even a couple pairs of shoes!  Yipee...I love shoes.  So, now I just have to write all the fun thank-you's.  I am not going to complain at all though because of all the stuff the got us.  Our living room looks like a war zone of baby stuff right now because we also have the boxes for the rocker and glider sitting in there.  It's very shabby-chic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo/Ralph/Rice/Edwin says "hi" and he can't wait to meet everyone...less than 3 months to go!  He also says that Beeth and Nater need to hurry up and grow little Precious so he can find out if it is a girl or a boy!  He's hoping for a girl so mommy can spoil a little girl and he has someone to practice flirting with.  (Man am I tired, I'm writing like my fetus is talking to me...yikes!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone has a wonderful day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy late anniversary to Jeny and Trav!  You made it a whole year with no police reports...a sign of a good marriage...love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114714110304720441?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114714110304720441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114714110304720441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114714110304720441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114714110304720441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday-mondaydont-know-rest-of-words.html' title='Monday, Monday...don&apos;t know the rest of the words'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114677982329038476</id><published>2006-05-04T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:57:31.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving and I: Part 2</title><content type='html'>No, I am not dead... and I do have a reason for being an even worse poster than normal. I have had the worst two weeks ever! I seriously considered crawling into a hole, well at least my bed, and not coming out until the baby is ready to be born. So, to start my tale...last Monday I was driving to school, taking a route I don't normally take because of construction, when I was hit by a garbage truck!!! Yes, you read that right. I, in my car, (there have been rumors around school that I personally was hit) was hit by a big ass, stupid, smelly garbage truck. I was just driving along in the right hand lane and POW! It was all the guy's fault, but still!!!! And get this, his reasoning to the cops was and I quote, "I couldn't see &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;, so I was going slow." Now, this is what gets me...the fact that he couldn't see to back out onto the busiest road in Manitowoc at all AND there was another guy in the truck with him. Duh...wouldn't you send the other guy outside the truck to look and see if anything was coming? Really! So I called Don, freaked him out and woke him up and called the school to let them know I would be late. Then I had to talk to the cops and all that good junk. By the way, even though my last post was on my lack of backing skills, I am a good driver and have never been in even the smallest accident. Anyway, so I now have the most ghetto car of anyone I know. See for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/Fan%20Fest%20&amp;%20Car%20damage%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/Fan%20Fest%20%26%20Car%20damage%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/Fan%20Fest%20&amp;%20Car%20damage%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/Fan%20Fest%20&amp;amp;%20Car%20damage%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the complete lack of a back bumper! It is hard to see in the picture, but he got the passenger doors starting at the back of the front one and going all the way to the tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/Fan%20Fest%20&amp;%20Car%20damage%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/Fan%20Fest%20%26%20Car%20damage%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cool would you feel driving around in a pimped out car like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally made it to school 4 minutes before classes were to start. Normally, I am there at least 45 minutes before. Suddenly, my cell phone rings and it's my Dr.'s nurse telling me I have a slight UTI (urinary tract infection) and I need to go pick up a prescription. Okay...don't feel like I have one and since I get at least 2 a year since I was in like 7th grade, I think I know what they feel like, but okay. So I tell her that I just got hit by the garbage truck and she starts screaming and freaking out on the phone. She talks to the Dr. and they decide that I need to come into the hospital and be evaluated for 4 hours! She's telling me this as the bell for the kids to come in is ringing and I haven't even signed in at the office yet. So I tell her I will see what I can do, walk into the office, and burst into tears. Apparently, my adreneline high had worn off and I lost it for a moment. However, school was really nice and they called in a sub (for me the sub, he-he) and I was at the hospital by 10:30. So I laid around there being monitored for 4 long hours, but I am happy to report that everything appears to be okay with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to proceed on with my week, I worked at school and Blockbuster on Tuesday. Talk about pure exhaustion after Monday's ordeal. To make things worse, I had to go to the dentist on Wednesday. I am SCARED of the dentist. I despise going! So I was home and asleep by 6:30. Thursday night was spent getting estimates for my car and Friday I was back to both jobs. I worked all weekend and got around to Monday again. Just in time to...yes work both jobs Monday and Tuesday AGAIN!!!!!! So last night, once again I was asleep by 6. In between, all my fun working, I have been having non-stop conversations or phone-tag with both my insurance company and the other guys company. I can't wait to see my cell phone bill since they are all happening during the day and I already come close to using up my minutes every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...almost done with the longest story in the world...remember the part where I said I had been told to take a prescription for a UTI I didn't feel I had? Well, I took the meds for a couple of days with no problems and still didn't feel like I had one. By about Sunday, I noticed that about an hour after I took a pill, I would start to feel icky like I had a UTI. It would last for about an hour and then go away. I was taking the pills 2 times a day and each time I noticed it getting worse and worse. Finally, Tuesday night I took one after work at about 11:30 pm. By 12:30 I was screaming and bawling because it hurt so bad. This went on until about 2:00 in the morning when I think I just passed out from sheer exhaustion. I only got about 4 hours of sleep, which is not okay for me. I went back to the Dr. yesterday and they did another sample thing and said it wasn't showing anything. What geniuses! I haven't taken the pills yesterday or today and feel much better. I think they were just screwing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my week and a half from hell. Oh, plus I am skipping my nap right now before I go back to work at Blockbuster, to type this so I don't get the scary doll icon again. Yes, I will have over 55 hours of work put in from Monday at 8 to Friday at 3:30. I thought pregnancy was supposed to be a time to enjoy and relax, not die working! My fault though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, I am alive and becoming anxious for the baby to get here. I have my shower in Racine this weekend. I am excited to get to play with new toys and see cute new clothes! I promise to post a picture of my ever increasing tummy soon. With all the car craziness, we haven't gotten to take a picture for the last two weeks and I think that I am huge. Might be my imagination though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop now, I am starving and Rice/Pablo/Ralph/Edwin is starting to complain about the lack of nutrients. I will try to add more tomorrow or this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I miss everyone very much right now!:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114677982329038476?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114677982329038476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114677982329038476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114677982329038476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114677982329038476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/05/driving-and-i-part-2.html' title='Driving and I: Part 2'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114558558774631211</id><published>2006-04-20T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:13:07.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving and I don't get along!</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at Josh and Erica's tonight, when Josh mentions the trivia question he heard on the radio today.  It was that 80% of people think that they are better at this than others.  The answer was driving.  Well, that is totally not the case for me.  I can't back up to save my life!  This point was proven again today when I went to leave for school.  If you have been to my house, you know that I have to angle my car out of the garage and onto the main part of our driveway.  Normally, I manage to do this with just a small amount of swerving from side to side and have the car fairly straight by the time I get to the end of our driveway.  Not today!  I got to the end of the driveway (which isn't short by any means) and realize that half, NOT JOKING, of my car is on the grass and about to go off the curb.  I actually had to pull forward and straighten it out.  How sad!  Also, throughout the day, I proceeded to run over 2 curbs.   Both times I was hoping no one was watching, but with my luck I am sure someone was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that I am old.  I remember the days when I would stay up until after midnight, now I am in bed by 10 and usually asleep within 15 minutes.  Even on the weekends I can't stay awake.  It also hit me when I went shopping with my mom last week.  The only two pairs of sandals I bought, my mom got also!  Remember when we avoided wearing or being seen in anything that our mothers owned or even resembled something they had?  Now, I do have to admit that one of the pairs of sandals was from American Eagle, and I was very proud that my mom liked them and wanted some too!  So, I got them for her for an early Mother's Day present.  Dorky, I now, but kinda cute.  Actually, now that I think about it, my relationship with my mom is VERY different than it used to be.  I guess that it is just a part of life, but I really like the way it is now.  Why wasn't it always this way?  I guess we were just too cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114558558774631211?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114558558774631211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114558558774631211' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114558558774631211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114558558774631211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/04/driving-and-i-dont-get-along.html' title='Driving and I don&apos;t get along!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114515691980761291</id><published>2006-04-15T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:08:39.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114515691980761291?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114515691980761291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114515691980761291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114515691980761291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114515691980761291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114477039122417735</id><published>2006-04-11T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:46:31.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was really bored and decided to post some pictures I found on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone recognize these ladies that were at my Grandma's birthday party in Feb.&lt;br /&gt;I had totally forgotten that I had taken this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/Grandma"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/Grandma%27s%20Party%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is so CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/Grandma"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/Grandma%27s%20Party%20046.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look like he is practicing his pose for Playgirl but with all his clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the sexiest picture of all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/cousins%20fun%20023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/cousins%20fun%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are those hotties?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114477039122417735?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114477039122417735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114477039122417735' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114477039122417735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114477039122417735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay-so-i-was-really-bored-and-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114476579163463711</id><published>2006-04-11T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:29:51.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah, yeah...it is spring break...yeah, yeah, yeah.  So what the hell am I doing up at 8:30 today.  Totally bull if you ask me.  However, I was very excited to read the blogs today and find out the wonderful news about Beth and Nater.  However, I wish that somebody had called...hello...anyone?  Anyway, I am positive that they are going to have a girl because everyone else I know that is prego is having a boy.  We need another little girl to spoil!  Mickayla is getting so big and she doesn't have any other little girls on her side,  just a bunch of smelly boys!  So Beth, tell Nater that he better have worked his magic right and gotten a girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled a "Stupid Sara" yesterday.  I was puttering around waiting for 11:00 to roll around so I could get in the shower and get ready for work at 12.  I packed some stuff up to bring home, ate some food for the third or fourth time already in the morning, yelled at the baby through my stomach to stop kicking because he apparently thought he was playing a soccer game against himself, did some dishes...anyway you get the point.  So imagine my suprise when the phone rang at 11:05 and it was work. The conversation went like this..."Sara?"  'Yeah?'  "This is Karen (my manager).  Are you coming to work today?"  'Yeah at noon.'  "Actually you were scheduled at 11" 'Uhhhh....Uhhhh.....Uhhhh......SHIT!!!!!!!.....Uhhhhh.......SHIT!!!!!!!....Okay, I will be there as soon as I can!'  I hung up the phone, put my hair in the nastiest ponytail ever, did not shower, threw on clothes and ran out the door.  Man did I feel like a moron.  First time I have ever done that.  Oh well, I was only 17 minutes late and she wasn't too mad.  Great start to a Monday.  I really hope that the rest of my week doesn't go like that.  Plus, now I feel intense pressure to be very early today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited to come home tomorrow.  I haven't seen anyone in soooooooooooo long.  I miss you all very much!  See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114476579163463711?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114476579163463711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114476579163463711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114476579163463711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114476579163463711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114418538253608747</id><published>2006-04-04T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:16:22.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally...I am able to post!  My internet didn't work all weekend or yesterday.  Don finally fixed it on his day off today...thank goodness!  I was having serious withdrawals from blogging...at least reading everyone elses!  I really don't have anything new or exciting other than I wore my first pair of preggo pants today.  It was more of a laundry necessity than anything, but damn if they aren't super comfy!  I might just wear them normally:)  Oh wait, I do have some good news!  I am coming home on Wednesday, April 12 and staying through Saturday, April 15.  Yeah!  I will be leaving early on Wednesday so I will get to Hillsboro at a decent time.  I was wondering if anyone wants to meet for lunch at some point since all you suckers have to work!  He-he!  It is spring break by the way.  Also, we could have some kind of shindig or venture to the b-a-r and you jerks could drink, if anyone is up to it.  So far, I am not sick!  Yeah!!!!  So, Beth you need to come home and Jen you should too!  I know you can't, but now that you know it is a boy (nephew), when are you coming to see us?  We miss you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched part of the first season of LOST at work the other night.  Man, it was really good.  I had no idea that that was the concept of it.  I thought it was just some stupid, reality show. Oops!  But now I am so far behind, I am going to have to wait to watch the second season when it comes out on DVD.  Does anyone watch the Sopranos?  I love that show!  It is the only show at all that Don and I watch together.  I wish I was a mob wife...man they live the good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhh...I am really upset with someone, but I am not able to tell the story yet.  It really sucks!  So stay tuned in the next few days for an amazing story brought to you be me, P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114418538253608747?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114418538253608747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114418538253608747' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114418538253608747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114418538253608747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114322462405362352</id><published>2006-03-24T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:23:44.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How impressive of me...I know.  Posting 2 times in one week is very out of character, but I felt bad for you Jen since Sabrina and Cassie are around to post.  Not that I am very exciting, but it will give you something to read. &lt;br /&gt;School here only had a 1/2 day so I was done at the amazing time of 11:30 today.  How cool since it is a Friday, but not cool that I have to go to my other job at 3:30.  Yeah! Actually, booooo, hissss, boooo!  But I only work until 7:30 so it isn't that bad.  After that I guess we are going to Racine.  Don doesn't seem to understand the fact that I will not want to go out once we get there, which won't be until 10:00 or later.  I am just "no fun" anymore according to him.  Sorry that I am old and pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my next door neighbor picking up his kid from school today.  I am scared to ever move again because he is seriously the best neighbor in the world.  No joke.  Last winter he snow blowed our driveway and sidewalk everytime it snowed.  Even though we have a snowblower now, he still sometimes beats us to it.  He helped us with our roof last summer, keeps an eye out on our house, and just is a friendly guy.  By the way, his name is.....Al.  What a great name!  Our neighbor on the other side is a nice old lady that I have talked to once since we moved in almost 2 years ago.  I honestly can't remember what she said her name is so we call her Edith-Edna.  I thought they were very old lady sounding names.  Her name is probably not even close to that either.  It is hilarious that the little old lady scares Don (because he doesn't want to call her the wrong name), and he hides inside whenever she is outside.  How pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any suggestions on boys names, let me know.  We are really struggling here.  Don likes really plain, boring names, but I don't want it to be too boring.  I also have the problem of seeing so many kids at schools and ruling out names based off of one kid.  Plus, I like to talk about names when we are driving (actually, when he is trapped in the car:)) and since we are going to Racine tonight, what better chance?  So let me know if you have any ideas.  Don't give them to me if you want to name your kid that someday, because I was very pissed off when Rachel, on Friends, took the name Emma from Monica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114322462405362352?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114322462405362352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114322462405362352' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114322462405362352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114322462405362352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-impressive-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114307524197254766</id><published>2006-03-22T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:54:01.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I now regret saying that I wish the baby would kick so I could feel it.  While it is a miracle and all that, I still have four more months to go and the turkey won't stop!  He started up as soon as I got up this morning, did it while I was at school, while I visited Don at work, while I went grocery shopping, especially while I ate dinner, and is still going strong now.  Hello!!!!!  I thought babies slept all the time, or is that only once they are born?  Anyway, I know it is just going to get stronger and I'll have to live with it.  Don said it is because he is going to be a soccer player, and I said it's because he is going to be a ballerina.  Don's face was full of horror at the thought.  It was great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out on Friday that Don is now eligible for a promotion.  Which means we could be moving soon or not.  Whoever knows with stupid Menards.  If we do, I really hope it is somewhere closer to home.  The 3 1/2 hour drive sucks already, I can't imagine doing it alone with a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of working.   Why do we have to work?  Why can't everyone just be given a set amount of money based on something like...their shoe size?  How cool would that be?   We would all be mooching (is that a word?) off of Cassie!:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down in Brodhead this weekend helping a friend with wedding stuff.  I got to go try on the dress for the wedding (which is only 9 days before I am supposed to pop) and I about cried when they brought it in.  It was so big and I know I am going to get fatter but to see something that is supposed to fit me then...ugh!!!!  On the upside, I got to stop in Madison at Ian's Pizza on my way home.  Yummmmmm!!!!!  I am glad we still don't live in Madison or I would weight 500 pounds by now from eating so much mac and cheese pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114307524197254766?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114307524197254766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114307524197254766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114307524197254766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114307524197254766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-now-regret-saying-that-i-wish-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114256917921952104</id><published>2006-03-16T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:44:19.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/I20060316160153953.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/I20060316160153953.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry it took so long, but of course I had to call my mom and tell her right away...and she had to talk for over an hour. Otherwise you would have known much sooner. However, the lady was very sure it was a boy since he had "boy parts" as she called them. It was so cute. When she started the ultrasound he had his hands by his face so she couldn't get the face pictures she needed. So she moved down lower. Of course he had his legs clamped together so you couldn't see what he was. Then the little turkey brought his hands down and covered himself from the from so we really couldn't see what he was at all. Finally, after a half hour he moved his legs so she could get a picutre. She squealed and asked if we saw what she saw. As far as I was concerned everything looked the same until she pointed something out, so I was like no...what do you see? After a good minute pause she told us the good news of the "boy parts"...he-he. We saw him open his mouth, move around, and that he has all the major body parts. Here is a pic of him...if you can figure it out. It is a profile of his head and belly. His head is on the right side and his arm/hand is right above his mouth. It is kind of weird, but not as freaky as the skeletal views of his face. Totally freaked me out when she would show those. And of course, the time when she got a pic of him with his mouth open is when it was his skeleton face. Oh well! I just hope that he is healthy and cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114256917921952104?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114256917921952104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114256917921952104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114256917921952104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114256917921952104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-it-took-so-long-but-of-course-i_16.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114255639308665666</id><published>2006-03-16T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T18:46:33.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...it's a baby!  Actually it is a boy!  We are very excited and I will write more later...Don is yelling at me to get going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114255639308665666?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114255639308665666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114255639308665666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114255639308665666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114255639308665666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114246125494336224</id><published>2006-03-15T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:25:16.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/Sara%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/Sara%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one more day to go and both Don and I are getting very impatient. Imagine that! So our appointment is at 3 for the ultrasound and my regular monthly appointment is at 4. So we should be done by 5 at the latest. I will post as soon as I get home so that everyone can know and feel just as important as me. He-he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the latest pic...I am pushing my stomach forward as much as possible.  It was taken on Saturday...I am fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder how smart you really are? I sometimes wonder if I am really blond. No offense to all you real blondies. Okay, my story. I was driving home from school today and I hit a bump in the road. At the exact same time the song skipped. The first thought in my mind was 'Oh man...there goes my skip/bump protection thingy. Great!' and I was really pissed off. The next thought after, oh my god how stupid are you, was that I was listening to the radio. Duh! The CD just skipped at the radio station. I then felt even stupider based on the fact that my car doesn't even have a CD player. I am blaming this and anything stupid I do for the next 5 months on the "pregnancy stupids" as my mom calls them. I guess you start forgetting things and are not as "smart" when you are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have been extremely busy since my last post. I have worked at school and at Blockbuster for all the days of the school week! How crappy as far as working goes. In two weeks when I get the paychecks though I will be very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this weekend we got to go to Fanfest at Lambeau Field in Green Bay on Saturday. Friends that live up there invited us to go on Saturday and then we went to eat at Brett Farve's Steakhouse. Very yummy food, but VERY expensive. First of all you didn't get a salad with your already expensive meal. So Don ordered a salad to go with his meal. Freaking $5 for a crappy little salad that had not nice normal lettuce. Otherwise it was really good! So then we didn't know this, but we went to a bar. Thank god the girls state basketball Division 1 final game was on. That kept me occupied for long enough for everyone else to get some drinking done. Then on Sunday, Don's parents came up to bring him his birthday presents. His birthday was on Feb. 19th. Just a little late, but not their fault at all. Anyway, by the time they left and we went grocery shopping, it was 6 and I was asleep in bed. How sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to feed the pregnant lady...will let you know ASAP tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114246125494336224?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114246125494336224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114246125494336224' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114246125494336224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114246125494336224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-is-only-one-more-day-to-go-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114186612149680373</id><published>2006-03-08T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:02:01.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don is a computer hog!!!!  This is the first night I have been home without him so that I could post.  Sorry!  I don't have a cool job like everyone else...meaning no computer that I can use all day.  So I have to wait until I get home.  Unfortunately, Don has been beating me home and plants himself in the computer chair to play his stupid Playstation.  What were Em and I thinking getting that for him?  Anyway, speaking of Emily, I don't know if anyone knows but she has moved to Reedsburg.  Or at least is in the process of moving.  The drive was getting to be too much for her and Cody to figure out and do practically everyday.  She also was sick of living in her place in town because it wasn't nice enough. :)  Only my sister would say that.  Obviously she never was a poor, starving college kid who had to live in a real crap hole!   Taylor is still super cute and thinks that he is getting a brother or sister instead of a cousin.  He thinks that because mommy and me are sisters that my baby and him will be siblings also.  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of the baby...we can find out on the 16th what it is.  Yes, I have finally made up my mind to find out.  Don put his foot down and said that if we don't find out, then I can't buy anymore boy and girl outfits.  What a meanie!  Yes, I have already bought both just in case.  So only one week left!  We are doing the ultra sound at 3 on next Thursday.  I have to drink all this water and not pee for 2 hours before.  Man, are the 6th graders I'll be teaching that day going to see some interesting dancing.  Hopefully, the little bugger isn't laying so we can't see now that I have my mind made up!  Sidenote: Cass how did you know if it was the baby moving or just gas?  Sounds like a stupid question to everyone probably, but I thought I felt it a couple of times but then two seconds later it was obviously just a bubble moving through my stomach.  Don thinks that I am losing my mind trying to make it move so that I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside to being pregnant...I have fingernails for the first time in my life.  Sabrina you would be so proud!  They are actually strong, and long and don't break!  Another upside, I can eat as much as I feel like.  Although it really isn't that much at once, just ALL the time. &lt;br /&gt;Downside...my hair which has always been super thick is getting even thicker and growing like crazy.  This might not sound like a big deal, but it is really annoying.  I hate going to get my hair cut.  They always mess up somehow.  Take last time, the stupid, ugly chic messed up and now I have a section (right on the place where my hair parts) that is no more than 2 inches long.  Dumb bitch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being pregnant there is nothing exciting in my life.  Sorry!  Maybe ...oh I know!  I fell coming up the steps this morning.  Suprise, suprise!  I went to the basement and yes, fell walking back upstairs.  Other than that I have been very careful lately.  Of course it helps that Don is always telling me to be careful, or don't run, or watch out for that ice.  I'm not really sure why.  It's not as if I am clumsy or accident prone, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you (Sabrina and Cass) get back from your trip?  I'm trying to plan a trip home soon, and would like to see you this time Sabrina.  I am sooooooo sorry that I couldn't last time.  By the time we left Cassie's (only about 9) I was feeling so crappy.  Jeny stopped out at my parents for a little while because I couldn't stay awake any longer.  Then my plan was to come see you on Sunday, but I barely made it out of bed to shower.  Then I spent the rest of the day until we left laying in my parents bed.  (What is it about a parents bed that can make one feel better?)  Anyway, I'm sorry I missed you, but will for sure see you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth, thanks for the scary picture in honor of me.  I'm super proud!  You had better come home next time too.  And bring your pups...and I guess maybe your husband.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, I have decided that you should come in August or September.  There are two reasons for this.  One you can see that baby.  And two (most important) I will then be able to hang out once again!  Is that too selfish that I want to be able to go out and stay awake past 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I have rambled enough.  I don't know how to change anything on my page, so this is how it will stay until I come home again.  However, I will try to do a better job of posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23254332-114186612149680373?l=getfatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/feeds/114186612149680373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23254332&amp;postID=114186612149680373' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114186612149680373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23254332/posts/default/114186612149680373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getfatter.blogspot.com/2006/03/don-is-computer-hog-this-is-first.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902272604360846343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/ds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23254332.post-114126593005027671</id><published>2006-03-01T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:28:56.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all my lovely Hillsboro (hometown) hotties! I honestly have no idea what I am doing with this thing. I figured out how to put in a picture though. Yeah! I apologize for not sending any out, but I have pretty much been super sick for the last 3 weeks. Not morning sickness, just a yucky cold. I had no voice for a week, was finally getting better last week, only to go home this weekend and end up worse than ever. I know...no excuses. Okay...here you go. This is the latest, ugliest picture of me and my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/1600/New%20Years,%20Sara%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4715/2377/320/New%20Years%2C%20Sara%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, let me explain it. I didn't think that Don was going to take it. Of course then the batteries on the camera died and we couldn't take another. Also this was from a couple of weeks ago and I think that I got bigger in the last week. It is really hard to find times to take pictures since I want to take them after I shower and am at my prettiest (least ugly?) He is either not home when I shower or sound asleep because he doesn't have to work until 12 or 2 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to try hard to figure this thing out! 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