tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71480284696151875342024-03-13T10:08:00.313-06:00swept awayHeidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-31564228534061793192018-12-30T19:27:00.000-07:002018-12-30T19:27:44.736-07:00seven months old || traveling baby2016<br />
march 31 (thursday) : you were born at 1:30 am. happy birthday my dear. aunt hilary came late wednesday night for your grand delivery and stayed til friday. aunt hannah arrived a couple hours after hil left and stayed til sunday night.<br />
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april 4 : went into the nicu for high bilirubin, golda arrived late this night to hang out with us for a week<br />
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april 21 : first trip down to utah for the weekend with grandma and grandpa. dad met us there saturday to drive us home</div>
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may 6 : drive to nyssa/caldwell for your blessing. dad drove back to rexburg for school, you and i flew to tree farm with gramps hoyt to hang out with grandma marsh for a week after her surgery. </div>
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may 27 : dad drove us to salt lake in the middle of the night to fly to tree farm for marsh's surprise birthday party. <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">drove back with hendricks (your first biiig road trip), cousin asher sat next to you reading his Lego magazine to you and chatting with you</span></div>
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june 17 : drove to nyssa for dad's floating trip. aunt hannah met us in rexburg on wednesday to hang out with us while dad was gone</div>
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june 23 : you and i drove down to utah to spend the night with gramps, golda, aunt hailey, and aunt hannah </div>
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july 1-4 : Meyers family reunion in heber city, ut. you, mom and dad</div>
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july 29 : packed up for the summer + set off for nyssa for a couple weeks</div>
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august 5-7 : baxter family reunion in union, or. (first time camping!!)</div>
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august 7 : drove to tree farm for 3 weeks</div>
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august 24 : overnight backpacking with mom, dad, + grandpa hoyt to boundary camp, hanegan pass trail. you were in heaven, our little nature boy!</div>
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september 4 : set off to cannon beach for one night, uncle darryl + aunt krista's in white salmon for a night, and medical springs for a night. stayed in Caldwell for a few nights and then back to rexburg for the new semester</div>
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september 30-october 2 : went to dad's mission reunion and spent general conference weekend with hendricks</div>
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october 20-26 : road trip with mom to surprise aunt hailey + grandma + grandpa for hailey's birthday weekend. stayed a night in medical springs, four in tree farm, and one in fruitland, then back to rexburg</div>
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november 22-26 : you, mom + dad flew with hendricks + JB for hoyt family thanksgiving</div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">october 26 : sat up on your own (to play guitar)</span></div>
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november 2 : cut your first tooth (bottom, front right tooth) while mom was showering. had a cold for a couple days, but was just as happy as always</div>
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november 23 : cut your second tooth (bottom, front left)</div>
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Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-63589834655858837542018-12-30T19:25:00.001-07:002018-12-30T19:25:45.214-07:00sometimes i crynovember, 2016<br />
thank you post pregnancy + nursing hormones. i've been so emotional lately!<br />
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+ my baby boy is growing up. six months hit me hard, but i blinked and all a sudden the boy is SEVEN months and growing fast! </div>
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+ i cried tonight (and really every night) as I was rocking my baby to sleep. his calm, peaceful beauty overwhelmed me. </div>
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+ i cry in the store everytime i buy the next size diapers. how is this boy growing so fast?</div>
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+ i cry singing lullabies to my baby cuz someday he'll be a teenager and be way too cool for his mom. </div>
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+ i think i had this idea in my head that i'd have a baby and he'd stay a baby forever but he just keeps growing so I cry about that. </div>
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december 30, 2018<br />
+ time fliiiiiiiies<br />
+ baby boy got a new sister in 2017<br />
+ we did some traveling mostly to see family<br />
+ we’re navigating life with two babies and finding so much JOY along the way</div>
Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-58611092570914513332016-04-16T15:19:00.001-06:002016-05-16T10:17:27.566-06:00the delivery {march 30-31, 2016}i went my whole due date with no contractions or signs of labor :(<div><br><div>5:30am: (wednesday, March 30) woke up with with a little bit of blood and miiild period-like, lower abdominal cramping. still bleeding 2 hours later (7:15) when I had to pee again. i knew my body was changing, but I've had so many other changes happen that I couldn't be positive that this was the real deal. i told Eric and we decided he'd wait to go to work til my midwife's office opened (at 8) and we could get in to make sure everything was still ok. we phoned hilary and gramps (he had golda's phone on his morning walk) to let them know what was going on and to get advice as to what we should do next. </div><div><br></div><div>then it was time to call the midwife, and we killed time before our appt running some quick errands at the Walmart. we were both much too awake by this point to go back to bed. </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">11:00am: the midwife student, karla, did my check. she measured me at 80%, 2cm! How could I have not only had ZERO progress in the last 2 weeks, but now I'm only at a 2cm?! what a devastating waste of time! </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">we had to stop at Taco Bell on our way home to cope with the frustrations. once we got home we called Golda and Hilary with the [lack of] update, and went on a nice long walk. Still nothing. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">3:00pm: took Eric to math class and to do homework with a friend after--for sure there'd be no labor tonight..and I called Hilary so she'd know what was going on. we decided a prenatal spa day would be just what I needed to relax me and get me all pampered one last time before I'm a mother. we got it all scheduled and I went to lay down for my afternoon nap, and that's when it all started. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">4:30pm: i began feeling that cramping you get in your back while on your period around 4:30. I kept trying to sleep through it, thinking nothing of them each time they came. Then around 5 I decided to start timing them to see how long they lasted, and how far apart: 30 secs-1min, 15-20 mins apart. i didn't think much of it cuz I hadnt had braxton hicks contractions like this at all, and </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">even if it was true labor, it could stay like this for days with little to no progression. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxfRZf3YHNndG2fECDigYfCBQxN0ceWzjS9kAH7yCPKRM2kQhCjmG_YJi_qpudGw01TzblIIjywb6hvEjRsY6YQbQ6mEcBq6uPhcYTGv7KaP-Mpq1kxzY0NvW-YnohJxupsx1Bjssivoe/s640/blogger-image--2128656239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxfRZf3YHNndG2fECDigYfCBQxN0ceWzjS9kAH7yCPKRM2kQhCjmG_YJi_qpudGw01TzblIIjywb6hvEjRsY6YQbQ6mEcBq6uPhcYTGv7KaP-Mpq1kxzY0NvW-YnohJxupsx1Bjssivoe/s640/blogger-image--2128656239.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I decided to distract myself by making some guac for dinner, as Eric would be home soon and ready to eat. When the contractions started coming every 10-12 mins I told Eric he better come home soon. He was home by 6, just when I couldn't get through the contractions on my own anymore. He would stand behind me and do hip squeezes or acupressure as I swayed my hips through the pain of each wave. We tried watching a show but it was too much for me to handle so we tried going on another walk...I made it about 50 feet before I had to turn around cuz the contractions were so intense. </span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">6:30pm I had to pee. On my way to the loo I thought I was gonna faint so I laid on the ground. It was still light out. Eric aided me through contraction after contraction as they came, each one a little closer together than the last one. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_41OL2GTBSTMX0BuyKR1csmHNCMZEh5BLdqpAoLmZBqQv0z0kCkgvg4uUderfMFdVqZv5Oid2TKx1vcP3r3eF-0wFJtAhalrXIOL3166r-FDvwpJD7bnMa5R09Kg3Y9jKlAz8LHRoLy0b/s640/blogger-image-1949586855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_41OL2GTBSTMX0BuyKR1csmHNCMZEh5BLdqpAoLmZBqQv0z0kCkgvg4uUderfMFdVqZv5Oid2TKx1vcP3r3eF-0wFJtAhalrXIOL3166r-FDvwpJD7bnMa5R09Kg3Y9jKlAz8LHRoLy0b/s640/blogger-image-1949586855.jpg"></a></div>Soon they were more intense than ever, and coming every 3-5 mins. I knew I had to get up and go downstairs before we could be on our way so I began getting myself up slowly. It was now 8:30pm and dark out. Time seemed to fly by! Eric began gathering the last couple things and loading up the car inbetween contractions, and continuing to help me during contractions as i made my way to the car. The car ride wasn't all that bad. We were talking about something so important that Eric forgot to turn toward the hospital!!! So we ended up taking a little bit longer route. I texted Marsh, hannah and Hilary that we were on our way to le hospital! This was the real deal! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">9:05 We arrived to the hospital and slowly made our way up to the delivery wing. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_JV-nBd8Nmtf1lLxWyxejCt62UbT2YgyFkQBc5KTl5vwj08RWYVBg2Q6ma7oAqcvSr3YNSpzQWAx_JuWip3B-Uq_PgSdkMmWZXENMSYJbJVOpWxCrADPP58VBOcNJ2uAjCVQdgS2fo4J/s640/blogger-image-675243979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_JV-nBd8Nmtf1lLxWyxejCt62UbT2YgyFkQBc5KTl5vwj08RWYVBg2Q6ma7oAqcvSr3YNSpzQWAx_JuWip3B-Uq_PgSdkMmWZXENMSYJbJVOpWxCrADPP58VBOcNJ2uAjCVQdgS2fo4J/s640/blogger-image-675243979.jpg"></a></div>Contraction outside the hospital, in the elevator, at the check in desk, on our way to triage, while we waited for the midwife in triage, etc. We prayed for progression. 5cm and 100%!! The midwife asked us "Do you want to stay?" What kind of question is that?! Of course we do! I was so ready to finally meet my little man and he was coming soon!!! We got settled into our room and the nurse began asking questions as she monitored baby's heart rate and the contractions. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVyLgM8VhcJ4acTebd8yue7oT75duNvRWPGlYFTp0ueh0FQuKcHwYg7yERBOba49HQ2aap9GCNS-pgEzRiZC971smDdvVt6oLy1KwnudbAIm_NpjMxaIS5KrkRCMHlLea6NP91z57FkVO/s640/blogger-image-1453600235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVyLgM8VhcJ4acTebd8yue7oT75duNvRWPGlYFTp0ueh0FQuKcHwYg7yERBOba49HQ2aap9GCNS-pgEzRiZC971smDdvVt6oLy1KwnudbAIm_NpjMxaIS5KrkRCMHlLea6NP91z57FkVO/s640/blogger-image-1453600235.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVyLgM8VhcJ4acTebd8yue7oT75duNvRWPGlYFTp0ueh0FQuKcHwYg7yERBOba49HQ2aap9GCNS-pgEzRiZC971smDdvVt6oLy1KwnudbAIm_NpjMxaIS5KrkRCMHlLea6NP91z57FkVO/s640/blogger-image-1453600235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZGGokyzeMJgt1NCSRHaIfWWLh6mWwl3HvjgWbEvvNV3voCpO2CSvty6y8W1N7KSzLdMCpHVk41T2gVkz2OWzk_LXxabtu0TaMxUoFiAzZlqCL6nVOL0Z-Qr6dkJpnJdRDqpm-dYQtkqG/s640/blogger-image-1252336820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZGGokyzeMJgt1NCSRHaIfWWLh6mWwl3HvjgWbEvvNV3voCpO2CSvty6y8W1N7KSzLdMCpHVk41T2gVkz2OWzk_LXxabtu0TaMxUoFiAzZlqCL6nVOL0Z-Qr6dkJpnJdRDqpm-dYQtkqG/s640/blogger-image-1252336820.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEHKM7vWyELfaHiteCwbgI3h0-ZviOOTZAZ6vMUNTWwORJEo9IUBUm6_9rc0Er75XKLBSEao-_b5Kj0m9YwGilo4aaPMpdOHN5iVNw5LJGBFb8NldI4lufBxJeYt3GDbC3fWcQkAaQA80/s640/blogger-image-1571912608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEHKM7vWyELfaHiteCwbgI3h0-ZviOOTZAZ6vMUNTWwORJEo9IUBUm6_9rc0Er75XKLBSEao-_b5Kj0m9YwGilo4aaPMpdOHN5iVNw5LJGBFb8NldI4lufBxJeYt3GDbC3fWcQkAaQA80/s640/blogger-image-1571912608.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>My midwife was next door finishing the final stages of delivery with another mommy. I heard screaming through the thick walls and just wanted to give up before things even really started. I was so scared for what was ahead! It wasn't until that baby was delivered that midwife Rachel and student Karla came to my room and I was able to get off the monitors. Rachel immediately ripped everything off me and sent me to the jacuzzi room. Karla came with us to the jacuzzi and just hung out while we worked our way through. with contractions still in my back, the jets felt wonderful as I focused on a spot on the wall and stayed on top of my breathing, swaying my hips all the while. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">11:00pm: Hilary arrived. She had so much to talk with Karla about that I began to get distracted from my focal point and breathing. Eventually I asked that they be quiet so i could keep my focus. Hil rubbed my feet while I held(squeezed) Eric's hand and the side rail of the tub. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">11:15pm: the water got to cold so we made our way back to our room, contraction, contraction, contraction. we raised the bed so I could stand and lean over it for a while. Intensity growing with each contraction. Then my body needed a rest so we lowered the bed and we did some monitoring. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq46yfbfcO88ARq0BU8YSy7y-ZOBuh8jBcYxJciVsWNWXldfeaCdPVK3yMz6bcjF_Av6RrhUE5eLr1J0cA3DQ_y4Q1-KKD7fZHAMpzVv2M9qlKxDwU707gmInWwpDidLmFwfAcl0xKcdLG/s640/blogger-image--710956716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq46yfbfcO88ARq0BU8YSy7y-ZOBuh8jBcYxJciVsWNWXldfeaCdPVK3yMz6bcjF_Av6RrhUE5eLr1J0cA3DQ_y4Q1-KKD7fZHAMpzVv2M9qlKxDwU707gmInWwpDidLmFwfAcl0xKcdLG/s640/blogger-image--710956716.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq46yfbfcO88ARq0BU8YSy7y-ZOBuh8jBcYxJciVsWNWXldfeaCdPVK3yMz6bcjF_Av6RrhUE5eLr1J0cA3DQ_y4Q1-KKD7fZHAMpzVv2M9qlKxDwU707gmInWwpDidLmFwfAcl0xKcdLG/s640/blogger-image--710956716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOqmuppHlj8bqICARtBMvsr1Ugjb41F5S_EOjw1L6lv9ZgTCqBAdapm0J1MqH7BbwL15DSag8uOaaZd1-fFbjKXnpcwkUggda42ScFnTvmws8X0wCGfWD2mZppzJR7htJHB5C3OUQt5Eq-/s640/blogger-image--1966087737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOqmuppHlj8bqICARtBMvsr1Ugjb41F5S_EOjw1L6lv9ZgTCqBAdapm0J1MqH7BbwL15DSag8uOaaZd1-fFbjKXnpcwkUggda42ScFnTvmws8X0wCGfWD2mZppzJR7htJHB5C3OUQt5Eq-/s640/blogger-image--1966087737.jpg"></a></div></div><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">12:30am: I had the urge to push. 9cm. Karla and Rachel gave me the go ahead to push my way through the next contraction. Woosh! My water burst and splashed alllll over Karla! We were ready to go! The first few contractions of pushing were so awkward and painful and seemed to be going nowhere. I wanted to just give up. "This isn't working!!" I said with utter exhaustion. "That's not true, you're doing great!" They all said. "keep going and he'll be here soon!" "You are so strong!" </font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvy3CVbEC-7zGijtd7bQQr7UAVWbU-VQcPSRQyKNvlGl1wKYbCdN0RHnLGG17QRf_zpUDcpDFwp1cI0eAcFoZ5K7mma0GNBU1E9MXeewVBhNatiwFxNr2l9W4AkMEZ4YdOoALvd4rLih9c/s640/blogger-image-1760445675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvy3CVbEC-7zGijtd7bQQr7UAVWbU-VQcPSRQyKNvlGl1wKYbCdN0RHnLGG17QRf_zpUDcpDFwp1cI0eAcFoZ5K7mma0GNBU1E9MXeewVBhNatiwFxNr2l9W4AkMEZ4YdOoALvd4rLih9c/s640/blogger-image-1760445675.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">My second wind came in a rush. With each contraction I found myself pushing to exhaustion and then giving one more good strong push. Finally close to crowning! "Oh my is that his little head/hair?" Hilary asked. I was so focused and in my zone that I could barely hear, let alone make sense of what Hilary just said. I knew I was getting close. A few more strong pushes and we were at the head. Ouch! I started</font><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> to push so hard and then tried to push even harder. They said he's crowning and asked if I wanted to watch. NO WAY!! I was not about to watch my body stretch and tear. Save that for the next one. I could feel his little head stretching me even to the point of tearing. That did not feel good, but the harder I pushed the faster I'd get that pain over with and the sooner I get to meet this little human we created. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I got the head out! I watched as Karla pulled the cord out from around his neck and over his head. Then it was time to deliver the rest of his tiny body. One more contraction and he'd be in my arms! I was so full of emotions: determination, excitement, </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">peace, accomplishment, pain, fear, etc. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">1:03am: my perfect, blue, calm baby was just placed on my chest. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhypheny70AqemFYI9iaxxU9aNaOKolkCpkeVlbyWlqA7I-CtLLu4zqyWiYpAi8154fhvs44l5Th9K21pEgnukJDEjs_jQy4tCMoJgqtGQObOXKorTyUzYSxdyOenfqpyT-j95KCfCSm_9pQqn/s640/blogger-image--1449314636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhypheny70AqemFYI9iaxxU9aNaOKolkCpkeVlbyWlqA7I-CtLLu4zqyWiYpAi8154fhvs44l5Th9K21pEgnukJDEjs_jQy4tCMoJgqtGQObOXKorTyUzYSxdyOenfqpyT-j95KCfCSm_9pQqn/s640/blogger-image--1449314636.jpg"></a></div>He pooped on me the whole way up my stomach, and we were now both covered in a little blood, but I didn't even care. We did it! And with Eric's coaching, completely unmedicated and just as planned! . He's here and he totally looks like a [VERY purple] Sterling! He was clearly breathing, but he hardly made a sound. It was just me and him, staring in each other's eyes. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqAJBNp517N7nqgWaa8zlA2p-2Z9pBR9HgnjFAgWEjl_RX7TiFy8H3poSZetfmhzAphAD5BK4-pR5MwgTjnEKjkJ1p75Z4pE0rgu13SGFV_4oApZHEWPKjynobXQXCsVOAgZ5RLhD0L9H/s640/blogger-image--2146532996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqAJBNp517N7nqgWaa8zlA2p-2Z9pBR9HgnjFAgWEjl_RX7TiFy8H3poSZetfmhzAphAD5BK4-pR5MwgTjnEKjkJ1p75Z4pE0rgu13SGFV_4oApZHEWPKjynobXQXCsVOAgZ5RLhD0L9H/s640/blogger-image--2146532996.jpg"></a></div>Eric was such a champ the whole time, and we were both instantly smitten by this fresh little babe..our little babe. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6fwFyzcJ76vei22TKrKJsH7YxZ62_t_x4v5AsMZrpmtJh_ZIpNEZmUnJvfH0yfkWL-El6OTmGAz6Q3r1b_eesdXgFKLn_gUrGG3P6Qi20pAiNPazEmwsVhxiRW1MHnCkFuu6EfSanrwi/s640/blogger-image--912885034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6fwFyzcJ76vei22TKrKJsH7YxZ62_t_x4v5AsMZrpmtJh_ZIpNEZmUnJvfH0yfkWL-El6OTmGAz6Q3r1b_eesdXgFKLn_gUrGG3P6Qi20pAiNPazEmwsVhxiRW1MHnCkFuu6EfSanrwi/s640/blogger-image--912885034.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">The healthy placenta was delivered and Eric cut the cord. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJPM-sg-iJjrgWhhuzrXl20xjWOWFVJfnRiGBqkrymml8naH4CgLh9y0YqU33hoeI_QJCloMl5Wnc_RhAkGvbyfOYwf_TME1Q2oLlcDAQObaWXa81liEd6SCOXhC6bqWaVxWetMqc2gy4/s640/blogger-image-1052858094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJPM-sg-iJjrgWhhuzrXl20xjWOWFVJfnRiGBqkrymml8naH4CgLh9y0YqU33hoeI_QJCloMl5Wnc_RhAkGvbyfOYwf_TME1Q2oLlcDAQObaWXa81liEd6SCOXhC6bqWaVxWetMqc2gy4/s640/blogger-image-1052858094.jpg"></a></div>Karla, supervised by Rachel went to work stitch in me up--honestly more painful than the actual delivery. 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I </font><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">had to lie down on the bathroom floor til it passed. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">3:00am: I was wide awake and full of adrenaline. I FaceTimed my parents to show off my new baby. I ate a few snacks and drank a ton, and then spent the rest of those early morning hours staring in awe at this precious human</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoVc_2moDC0O1CxZM6YCgXA77zg7rmPAoqJ1rGnl71jcyTUIQXdfqSWYq7QS93S_GYPmb73trw4mN67uwqF96KYrQaOhMco5oxuSaQszWDfTl-fjOfbZFEETp0MX3zsBLeXJYmjRy62O1/s640/blogger-image--786650913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoVc_2moDC0O1CxZM6YCgXA77zg7rmPAoqJ1rGnl71jcyTUIQXdfqSWYq7QS93S_GYPmb73trw4mN67uwqF96KYrQaOhMco5oxuSaQszWDfTl-fjOfbZFEETp0MX3zsBLeXJYmjRy62O1/s640/blogger-image--786650913.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmE7vmOIMgX-t0FL6PRpn45Kq2eVVLEmHGSc-zyubjBY5d8jvJOCiYXYWenZ6mnUNlwba45gwWEhl-NNehrOGtatEUXz0PTjE6fZ7gwsxak8HyxEa1tK5SYxb0A3-HwGZd2C9rj8ovXy9/s640/blogger-image-1197458316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ltKex6qXYFECpNCZSCOFQTK3cKV6c75q8p-wT7MZezeGSt4lCZ4Q5enchoRBMaDQFpsFVIdP-LRSnUsiLYNOkCjpmRrOcSe0t22OVnu6Gt8_8QYgasx6l3JwFc0SLjiVrkllA4-C8V2t/s640/blogger-image-469899429.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmE7vmOIMgX-t0FL6PRpn45Kq2eVVLEmHGSc-zyubjBY5d8jvJOCiYXYWenZ6mnUNlwba45gwWEhl-NNehrOGtatEUXz0PTjE6fZ7gwsxak8HyxEa1tK5SYxb0A3-HwGZd2C9rj8ovXy9/s640/blogger-image-1197458316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOX3kAEn0P1nzz0D86vKpGTzQWtifCiPWJYEoSc3WyeN68lRlwHO7Yq15iTe4kOLHWwiZG2Lvn8KazdW7SYqHPDjVuWrhvirAwt8wNWZPMSnGOlzgoM-cjyZr6etljTuqtreITzu2RgeA/s640/blogger-image--300959008.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div></div></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sure there was pain, but I couldn't have asked for a better experience, better nurses, or a better coaching team. It was all perfect. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4stFjxdCGtyBt-EKquaGegv3xHDNhJhc4d9Mo9WXUiqwREHkUmbluP83ctWzv3c5tZASKRQFZyk4KA3BlFD2zV3UtGCebUtXgIqvMMdEltvNlOdnzv2_1XEIvuply2HDEX0upWXWFZoT/s640/blogger-image-317371536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4stFjxdCGtyBt-EKquaGegv3xHDNhJhc4d9Mo9WXUiqwREHkUmbluP83ctWzv3c5tZASKRQFZyk4KA3BlFD2zV3UtGCebUtXgIqvMMdEltvNlOdnzv2_1XEIvuply2HDEX0upWXWFZoT/s640/blogger-image-317371536.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSu2_epnBwgW6ueRPxCWoBLiz0kD_lWAz1Tk8EXDVwJet7GR42Xx6W1GpXm7fd06wrBFZubuKxZC9nsvKGJ9kpA7qT5DTS1TFuu4Tz_qmvApXKqLoMvsmvdACCcb6L-xMA4vVxdCLGEMLz/s640/blogger-image-719145047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSu2_epnBwgW6ueRPxCWoBLiz0kD_lWAz1Tk8EXDVwJet7GR42Xx6W1GpXm7fd06wrBFZubuKxZC9nsvKGJ9kpA7qT5DTS1TFuu4Tz_qmvApXKqLoMvsmvdACCcb6L-xMA4vVxdCLGEMLz/s640/blogger-image-719145047.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></span></div>Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-79101703917287218812016-04-16T14:36:00.001-06:002016-04-16T15:22:04.422-06:00forty! forty! forty! {march 29, 2016}+ this is it!!! finally my due date has arrived<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8ekehuR5dfpW8LlMJsMt0x1Tzc8PAGBuLeuguMlxt7CSI6iikcahApV0-04ZTsGUPsM90rBCGHp7fq9CY73DB7jW0eF6xwfWwg04cRZT-0ve2jlhFhS3OmguCLhai7IWJuu3ki_telpz/s640/blogger-image-1858662320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8ekehuR5dfpW8LlMJsMt0x1Tzc8PAGBuLeuguMlxt7CSI6iikcahApV0-04ZTsGUPsM90rBCGHp7fq9CY73DB7jW0eF6xwfWwg04cRZT-0ve2jlhFhS3OmguCLhai7IWJuu3ki_telpz/s640/blogger-image-1858662320.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">+ still no real sign of labor aside from the ordinary braxton hicks, and still no progression</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">+ still love loooong walks</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">+ and naps :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">+ we've been going out to eat a lot this week, enjoying our last moments of "just us" time.</span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">+ we've also been frequenting the local theaters, watching daddy's home, eddie the eagle, and allegiant</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-9BW5-E1kyEVBdjNHxGCQBKyngpaNlxKgDv-mcyXbnv1sEZE-QO6KTrwQu5XiQCaspNyimFETSjCq3gwsFnoukDshdaXsgIQeemzt3kBT_VyfnxP4gRlGBInUSjoCbKII8_eV-UcfRvf/s640/blogger-image--1587890627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-9BW5-E1kyEVBdjNHxGCQBKyngpaNlxKgDv-mcyXbnv1sEZE-QO6KTrwQu5XiQCaspNyimFETSjCq3gwsFnoukDshdaXsgIQeemzt3kBT_VyfnxP4gRlGBInUSjoCbKII8_eV-UcfRvf/s640/blogger-image--1587890627.jpg"></a></div></div></span></div>+ eric is days away from finals week!!! hope he's not testing when i go in to labor...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">+ i'm starting to get nervous for real, actual labor..will my body actually know what to do? will i be strong enough? will my baby survive this last stage before i finally get to meet him? how will i be able to handle the pain? will eric be able to help? will eric be able to handle me being in that much pain? when is baby boy gonna get here? who is gonna deliver me? will hilary be able to make it? etc!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">+ this is such a big deal, and i feel a little bit anxious to not have any control over when/how it will happen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div></div>Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-81646386284811185422016-04-08T14:06:00.001-06:002016-04-16T15:21:03.519-06:00week 39 [march 22, 2016]this week's appointment was tough. I thought for sure i would have progressed further by now, but still no progression from last week.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtOHeXfdBtgJTuaX4lGZoGAEPJu7-ymTRw1QIilQpusPKjnx3Xtl8XG_7GObHhZAlCm9JYeomj9h-QgxmTyzOwCHv81oKYZ5jz-inLF2MSEP84pNp9t7m37CYXhDws0J4KMyRtgDpyMRK/s640/blogger-image-598794626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtOHeXfdBtgJTuaX4lGZoGAEPJu7-ymTRw1QIilQpusPKjnx3Xtl8XG_7GObHhZAlCm9JYeomj9h-QgxmTyzOwCHv81oKYZ5jz-inLF2MSEP84pNp9t7m37CYXhDws0J4KMyRtgDpyMRK/s640/blogger-image-598794626.jpg"></a></div><br><div>++ i am ready to POP!</div><div>+ i love to go on long walks around town while talking to my sisters. i think it helps pass the time</div><div>+ naps are also my favorite</div><div>+ i've been working on some knitting projects to bide the time: rose blanket, red "Daniel Tiger" sweater for jacob, etc. soo relaxing</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSN64CUrtVaq5RnGn4Q_YhChBt132DBfY0vuPnFrXIxNzq7bxG89lIXD-RCh1DSOqiUgrvbe4rVzgd8TKCGohXWTaNZMcYcKVA9Z3r1YTFpq_7N264PEZO47gBS8DH8CeOjONbafbWWaQf/s640/blogger-image-1026847937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSN64CUrtVaq5RnGn4Q_YhChBt132DBfY0vuPnFrXIxNzq7bxG89lIXD-RCh1DSOqiUgrvbe4rVzgd8TKCGohXWTaNZMcYcKVA9Z3r1YTFpq_7N264PEZO47gBS8DH8CeOjONbafbWWaQf/s640/blogger-image-1026847937.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSN64CUrtVaq5RnGn4Q_YhChBt132DBfY0vuPnFrXIxNzq7bxG89lIXD-RCh1DSOqiUgrvbe4rVzgd8TKCGohXWTaNZMcYcKVA9Z3r1YTFpq_7N264PEZO47gBS8DH8CeOjONbafbWWaQf/s640/blogger-image-1026847937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSN64CUrtVaq5RnGn4Q_YhChBt132DBfY0vuPnFrXIxNzq7bxG89lIXD-RCh1DSOqiUgrvbe4rVzgd8TKCGohXWTaNZMcYcKVA9Z3r1YTFpq_7N264PEZO47gBS8DH8CeOjONbafbWWaQf/s640/blogger-image-1026847937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6rF3429_IZDa0bhDeb-zqvEslKN9Uhs9f6uZQalaWmYuPZz8Ywvsr3RrB6TXPS76Y9scPVC2C-SPliU07A42Y-9xBUfCFU0JRwViaUATP4Xm8r2NlAJH-VyIxJnhu1187tKwDRlMkN0o/s640/blogger-image-1512940770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6rF3429_IZDa0bhDeb-zqvEslKN9Uhs9f6uZQalaWmYuPZz8Ywvsr3RrB6TXPS76Y9scPVC2C-SPliU07A42Y-9xBUfCFU0JRwViaUATP4Xm8r2NlAJH-VyIxJnhu1187tKwDRlMkN0o/s640/blogger-image-1512940770.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div></div><div>+ this waiting game is killing me!!!! but it'll be worth it to have a healthy baby</div><div><br></div></div>Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-15495973501118223452016-03-18T22:18:00.001-06:002016-03-18T22:23:38.285-06:00quick bumpdate {38.5 weeks}today I had my 38 week appointment with my midwife. baby boy is so ready to come!! ...or maybe i'm just ready for him to be here already..<div>+ my uterus is '<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">measuring' 37cm, which is kind of small, but how accurate is that measurement anyway..?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">+ cervix is 80% effaced and 3cm dialated!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">+ im trying not to get my hopes up because i could stay that way for a week++ but we are definitely getting closer!!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">+ but needless to say all my bags are packed and we are ready to go when the time comes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">+ car seat doesn't get here til monday so im actually kind of hoping he waits a couple more days to come</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">+ iron supplements give me burps that taste like rust :/ but I'm hoping they'll give me the boost I need to get through labor</span></div>Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-28805684171224793722016-03-12T16:54:00.001-07:002016-03-16T19:15:55.484-06:00thirty-eight [march 15, 2016]<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">+ this has been the longest week so far, and there's still 2 more weeks to go!! im hoping baby boy will come sooner than later</span><br><div>+ i feel huge </div><div>+ i haven't actually gained any weight the past 3 weeks *yay!* but i feel like my insides are getting a bit more crammed</div><div>+ im craving ice like no other, so i had my midwife check iron levels just to make sure everything is ok..turns out I'm at a 7 (pretty low) :/ bring on all the red meat and iron supplements...blechh </div><div>+ baby boy is big and strong! his once fluttery kicks are now big thuds</div><div>+ my emotions are out of control!! overall i honestly have never been happier, but there are those days when one moment im perfectly happy and ive got everything under control, and the next moment im near in tears and I can't even explain it. pregnancy can be rough</div><div>+ it's so fun to visualize our life with a new born. it'll be tough to not get much sleep, but so sweet a time is this</div><div>+ i love talking to Eric about baby boy--he gets really excited! he will be such a kind, tender father</div><div>+ we are all set for baby to get here: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypB-4TICiVKX3sp_W_nQrQhUd9xEmrv4fHjuWE3ukvLVkcSHCg3zSin_ZbCsSCytr1WVR2pwzR_jlO_rgGeqTjyNxwtYW7w2pkAWI7vh0GuXIRKqfnqL3FLhJ0LH2d5jDXGPD4tpV1aK2/s640/blogger-image--1408060157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypB-4TICiVKX3sp_W_nQrQhUd9xEmrv4fHjuWE3ukvLVkcSHCg3zSin_ZbCsSCytr1WVR2pwzR_jlO_rgGeqTjyNxwtYW7w2pkAWI7vh0GuXIRKqfnqL3FLhJ0LH2d5jDXGPD4tpV1aK2/s640/blogger-image--1408060157.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilh6C4bjZtjcX_rF0-okarf30BtNat1pgHImc2JKuxmBg2-IwsYgVh5ISJVx-IwoXfCSejI_RE9CTYmPnFLdYIUooCUz87-DB8KNLCHB2cpl0QmteChRek4C6gcX6b0LDtYFC_MSeliapX/s640/blogger-image-547516990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilh6C4bjZtjcX_rF0-okarf30BtNat1pgHImc2JKuxmBg2-IwsYgVh5ISJVx-IwoXfCSejI_RE9CTYmPnFLdYIUooCUz87-DB8KNLCHB2cpl0QmteChRek4C6gcX6b0LDtYFC_MSeliapX/s640/blogger-image-547516990.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">so many tiny boy clothes and blankets, toys and books and...!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">+ baby boy's diaper bag is all packed, my hospital bag is {almost} packed, and we are just awaiting labor **please come soooon!**</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">+ i am feeling mostly mentally prepared/educated for labor, as prepared as i feel like i can be. we are almost finished with our lamaze birthing class, and i am very confident in having eric coach me through it all. i envision it as being a very hard thing, but as i just let my body do what it is designed to do it can be a very special event for eric, baby, and i</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">+ wish us luck!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">-xoxo</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div></div><br></div><br></div>Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-55728290792519256712016-02-28T00:14:00.001-07:002016-03-06T14:54:09.255-07:00thirty-six {3/01/2016}4 weeks to go! that's less than a month! <div>+ i feel <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">huge</span></div><div>+ baby loves to push his foot (elbow, hand..?) right into my stomach beside my belly button..cute, but sometimes a little painful</div><div>+ i love feeling this little boy move inside me! when he is awake, he is constantly moving, especially when we go watch eric play basketball..he goes crazy! <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">started to feel sad just thinking about not having him in there anymore, but let's be honest. i cannot wait to meet him!!!</span></div><div>+ baby boy is ridin so low and has been putting lots of pressure on my pelvic area. let's just say it feels like I just finished a super long bike ride on a bike that had a very small bike seat..ouch! luckily ice and a pregnancy belly band relieve enough of the pain so I can still do stuff</div><div>+ speaking of doing stuff, i keep having relatively productive mornings, making me think i'm in my "nesting" stage (usually extreme the day before you go into labor), only to be completely exhausted by the afternoon. at least my house is getting clean, albeit slowly, but cleaner nonetheless</div><div>+ i've been having more frequent braxton hicks but not anything unmanageable yet</div><div>+ the diaper bag is packed for the hospital, and i can't stop thinking about packing my bag, but i definitely feel like it's a little early for that..maybe in a couple weeks, just in case baby boy decides to come a little early</div><div>+ i live in big tees and leggings 98% of the time. i put jeans on if we go out or something, but leggings are definitely my #1 pant these days</div><div>+did i mention i'm getting excited to meet this tiny human??</div><div>+ got the co-sleeper painted and started on the diaper changing table/shelf. his room is closer to completion</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUIlAbGefWKqn4YkSfhK0JJUVm37metJPST6lyx3dBO7d-Hl2j8cnJljPIKOK_WaKRpuftfgiR36OFU_VhceiVj04r2TeEz4YXCr6O1DXLwmJ0KYyhetWUWbjh6zPdjqt0XhfGCLGRhy5/s640/blogger-image-1541555030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUIlAbGefWKqn4YkSfhK0JJUVm37metJPST6lyx3dBO7d-Hl2j8cnJljPIKOK_WaKRpuftfgiR36OFU_VhceiVj04r2TeEz4YXCr6O1DXLwmJ0KYyhetWUWbjh6zPdjqt0XhfGCLGRhy5/s640/blogger-image-1541555030.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-19991128421692729332016-02-20T20:49:00.001-07:002016-02-20T23:32:39.513-07:0034.5 weeks+ had a baby appt on thursday. baby is a head-down, LOW rider. i can definitely feel it, as the pressure on my bladder is pretty intense<div>+ baby (uterus) is measuring 36cm. big growth spurt since last appointment<div><div>+ hoping baby comes earlier than the estimated one week past due date for a first time pregnancy. all my mom's babies came a week or 2 early, so maybe *fingers crossed* i inherited that trait...i can dream, right? </div><div>+ baby is kicking all the time! my stomach tightens (contracts) much more frequently, and it seems like everything is loosening up, just preparing for labor..it'll be here before we know it</div><div>+ i officially can't sleep at night anymore, no matter how many pillows i have! i either get too hot, my bump isn't getting supported enough, i have to pee, baby is kicking too strong, or i'm just flat out uncomfy. funny how our bodies seem to just begin preparing themselves for the many sleepless nights to come once baby arrives</div><div>+ we finally finished our little co-sleeper! yes, it's homemade, but it'll definitely do the trick</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQS3J1XlorzjL2wc5ANgkW0YEK52kKySSiJ96eLEMM9bpkwCBoq-ji0DtDQNA5G8ZxE6N6CAL15H9SFoffDhSXZkCJzlnlt_MxQDr6ma2hS0cAiC9rHmChFXtc9aLK_m3IUeR1AFdvAzy/s640/blogger-image--2040285738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQS3J1XlorzjL2wc5ANgkW0YEK52kKySSiJ96eLEMM9bpkwCBoq-ji0DtDQNA5G8ZxE6N6CAL15H9SFoffDhSXZkCJzlnlt_MxQDr6ma2hS0cAiC9rHmChFXtc9aLK_m3IUeR1AFdvAzy/s640/blogger-image--2040285738.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>+ snapchat has some awesome filters right now, like this one that makes your eyes huge. hailey says this is what our baby will look like: red hair and big "heidi eyes" </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAOLAtXjMBOKUaOKzgioKG7QZXwrLbgDAlbBk_Yh38TcUP8oxIJRoTmnf3UGrnX9gTKdHOd4dwLafM0m5HzLwUeBD6-oYGW13Vf5NuU93c49V53cOXQ5FmiIL6yQvMonhQpMC4VqQBBFW/s640/blogger-image--948026447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAOLAtXjMBOKUaOKzgioKG7QZXwrLbgDAlbBk_Yh38TcUP8oxIJRoTmnf3UGrnX9gTKdHOd4dwLafM0m5HzLwUeBD6-oYGW13Vf5NuU93c49V53cOXQ5FmiIL6yQvMonhQpMC4VqQBBFW/s640/blogger-image--948026447.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>+ went to caldwell, id last weekend without eric for what was going to be a girls weekend, but hz ended up staying home and tim n anni came! sad, but happy :) it was really fun to visit some of my peoples and make a weekend out of it<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDilrAQgn7_0f6fjHLkc7AxDW26AvBJhtYJFWQobAILQ_lyl9xCVqrwtTZ1cThdnpo-SpMtzt-_yZ09LDPKIBqm8C9-h6Ua9PzrCtXAPJk1mvBH_PhbkUh-XwnWv8dSsjeLMyqKNA-__J/s640/blogger-image--837170779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDilrAQgn7_0f6fjHLkc7AxDW26AvBJhtYJFWQobAILQ_lyl9xCVqrwtTZ1cThdnpo-SpMtzt-_yZ09LDPKIBqm8C9-h6Ua9PzrCtXAPJk1mvBH_PhbkUh-XwnWv8dSsjeLMyqKNA-__J/s640/blogger-image--837170779.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfIveMy8hcx_uHJo9zCCo3vMk6tDd1RQBjotdeuyOTTwqoFE7MsgTGe7QL-_PZm1lKnQco2Cv8rqIwyMgUSkeohUVuWHFFUF4gQ4WKlVAv2gQmb-IYIKo45dNfqhQ1N2cSKGylgc0wgzAo/s640/blogger-image--517211435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfIveMy8hcx_uHJo9zCCo3vMk6tDd1RQBjotdeuyOTTwqoFE7MsgTGe7QL-_PZm1lKnQco2Cv8rqIwyMgUSkeohUVuWHFFUF4gQ4WKlVAv2gQmb-IYIKo45dNfqhQ1N2cSKGylgc0wgzAo/s640/blogger-image--517211435.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvWoXn_BB-GbR2yT0V3cyNcgwB757kmm6ocjH5pEFChHLKBGpJ3qYRwpi3BBZ_-6LagzvMd2Al_GA65TU7cdm49N8uSqRNH-5cthf9u5K6axaJr9PESTJUk6hTRjhOhoJu3D5M9bpDHoi/s640/blogger-image--37681888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvWoXn_BB-GbR2yT0V3cyNcgwB757kmm6ocjH5pEFChHLKBGpJ3qYRwpi3BBZ_-6LagzvMd2Al_GA65TU7cdm49N8uSqRNH-5cthf9u5K6axaJr9PESTJUk6hTRjhOhoJu3D5M9bpDHoi/s640/blogger-image--37681888.jpg"></a></div></div>+ made some bomb gf bbq chicken pizza for my valentine </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0cCjQeKcyBU0w043uWCtri1KpLLo6iFq4NAmcL6v1IJDr84peKPO3OUEQO8cVYBQIIUt-E22eyS1OC1MbowzKKfFH91mGRkKINmQDi7tHGCKMFl_8dVWhOUcqPNDpGBbtU4UCFTBhtW5/s640/blogger-image-1963956620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0cCjQeKcyBU0w043uWCtri1KpLLo6iFq4NAmcL6v1IJDr84peKPO3OUEQO8cVYBQIIUt-E22eyS1OC1MbowzKKfFH91mGRkKINmQDi7tHGCKMFl_8dVWhOUcqPNDpGBbtU4UCFTBhtW5/s640/blogger-image-1963956620.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div>+ my belly is getting bigger FAST, making everyday tasks a little trickier. luckily no heartburn, waddling, or discomfort breathing, yet...althoughim sure those symptoms are well on their way!</div></div></div><div>+ morning sickness came back to haunt me today. luckily no puking, but it was close! we went for a walk at the smith park and then went to visit grandpa, and it took all of me to not let it all out before we got to the park. i think the cool outdoor breeze definitely </div>Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-7313103481008713842016-02-08T21:48:00.001-07:002016-02-09T15:14:20.320-07:00the happeningswhere to begin? <div>we went to utah this weekend! we stayed one night at hilary's, visited some solid friends in provo, and had a family dinner with all the utah family that evening. we stayed the next night at tim n anni's, hung out with anni and jacob in the morning, went to the provo city center temple open house (most beautifully restored interior) and out to lunch with hannah, </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mQjEkVWLmgCXhESJT_TGrxdJ7lefF8c9w2UwdIBHAA62vlMjz2CLtKFG6olJdYGSDNQjaSpJM2NdWhgphx9mJrF92FH4bv12lSKrzxa4VfBSIsFUYa_Q3Iu2vZf3Lb4d3GJeY2wPniF2/s640/blogger-image-1784854228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mQjEkVWLmgCXhESJT_TGrxdJ7lefF8c9w2UwdIBHAA62vlMjz2CLtKFG6olJdYGSDNQjaSpJM2NdWhgphx9mJrF92FH4bv12lSKrzxa4VfBSIsFUYa_Q3Iu2vZf3Lb4d3GJeY2wPniF2/s640/blogger-image-1784854228.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWzjB4Z08doDPUwlq7fGwdlGn33g_sxTCq5tzvdx3AWj_DJaGxRZv85XKGu9pwImqvaUM-kZq93xarDzMHUB1tlkuQIKq0ZY4aaZqAAM4PJNKAmdQjqekDrSOEI2lJkhoMx7OMHpzhukl/s640/blogger-image-1892334851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWzjB4Z08doDPUwlq7fGwdlGn33g_sxTCq5tzvdx3AWj_DJaGxRZv85XKGu9pwImqvaUM-kZq93xarDzMHUB1tlkuQIKq0ZY4aaZqAAM4PJNKAmdQjqekDrSOEI2lJkhoMx7OMHpzhukl/s640/blogger-image-1892334851.jpg"></a></div>and then went back to hang out with tim, anni and jacob before the Jazz game. </div><div>went to my first nba game..ever! to say im obsessed with the Jazz would be an understatement. it was so cool to get to see them get that big 'w' against the bulls, in overtime!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNeT9hnmKU-pozrJf706uCmoYe3D6rMOdwqV6NhvB7dICxaI1dYFdrfMsZ8VRbap7k20_P0ecJEODTyD-DYDzDd9Nj6I7cW6OqT82DTUzl1JbGc6Ud8BeI07Ffb0yVnXc7xeqtG3ialgJ/s640/blogger-image--866928035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNeT9hnmKU-pozrJf706uCmoYe3D6rMOdwqV6NhvB7dICxaI1dYFdrfMsZ8VRbap7k20_P0ecJEODTyD-DYDzDd9Nj6I7cW6OqT82DTUzl1JbGc6Ud8BeI07Ffb0yVnXc7xeqtG3ialgJ/s640/blogger-image--866928035.jpg"></a></div> then we drove the 3+ hour drive back to rexburg. what a fun quick getaway that was! now we are back to real life, just trying to stay warm in the depths of winter</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgh-q4r-ePpCIpaSWStaRnc63oAyHctmTIJK-vpF_yu3unGoMS4Z78Kz2CpMzWWuaVMpLZSIJOs_rUyUl5GXPnLzJXOrRZSiCGX8IdaynEoR9Yzl9F_ROXhauNqSgNq6J55fJyD3LZ5ek/s640/blogger-image--1262477222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgh-q4r-ePpCIpaSWStaRnc63oAyHctmTIJK-vpF_yu3unGoMS4Z78Kz2CpMzWWuaVMpLZSIJOs_rUyUl5GXPnLzJXOrRZSiCGX8IdaynEoR9Yzl9F_ROXhauNqSgNq6J55fJyD3LZ5ek/s640/blogger-image--1262477222.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>baby update: 33 weeks</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5R-2PnvovcIneWFETdme6H-CCALVDBcLcwMYTm03oj7r35yLbUUiaN8WNYGD9Z3KBmp_esxg9ARjgqT3Rq0Tmc1l88yIYxilipiKoHe9aWyi6B2Jlm6zohW15thMWiJPjfCUSY1FXJe43/s640/blogger-image-41415395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5R-2PnvovcIneWFETdme6H-CCALVDBcLcwMYTm03oj7r35yLbUUiaN8WNYGD9Z3KBmp_esxg9ARjgqT3Rq0Tmc1l88yIYxilipiKoHe9aWyi6B2Jlm6zohW15thMWiJPjfCUSY1FXJe43/s640/blogger-image-41415395.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>+ i decided to drop all my (2) floral classes. they were a little much, and all the busyness of the semester was scheduled for the end of the semester, when little mister is due to make his grand debut! so I decided to stick with our once-a-week religion class and take it easy while we wait until baby comes</div><div>+ we are officially less than 2 months away from baby's estimated arrival! i cannot wait to meet him</div><div>+ i get really nervous when i go to baby appointments(well any doctors appt, really) and when it's time to weight in and check blood pressure, my BP skyrockets. but literally 2 minutes later it'll be back down to normal</div><div>+ my last appt BP was 144/92 in the first arm so my midwife wanted me to come back in on monday for another BP check and further testing. nurse let me just sit and breath for 2.5 before she checked my BP and I came in at 122/84--normal. doctors office nervosa is a real thing!!!</div><div>+ had my first real braxton hicks contractions yesterday. it was just 2 crampings, about 45mins apart, and lasted about 2 mins each. it's so cool our bodies are built to grow and birth real human beings! such a miracle</div><div>+ baby boy is moving like crazy. they say he is at peak movement, as he will soon be too big to be able to move around much</div><div>+ this week i've been craving popcorn, salmon, and sushi. thanks to grandpa I got my popcorn fix. maybe my valentine will take me out for some lovely sushi..</div>Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-8828430248017468932016-01-25T16:36:00.000-07:002016-01-25T21:58:52.004-07:0030 weeks {january 19, 2016}been feeling so good this week! 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I am very much so looking forward to the end of this semester, to being done with classes, but more importantly to meet this tiny being that has been growing inside of me for 6.5 months now. </div>
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I had the coolest dream the other night: I was going into labor and the nurse told me to rest up for the intense amount of work I I was about to have to do(it's not called labor for nothin). I woke up (still in my dream) and baby boy was lying right next to me. Red-ish blonde hair, the sweetest face, wearing a blue onesie with anchors on it that my mommy got for him. I was waiting for him to wake up so i could hold him and learn how to feed him, when I awoke from the dream. </div>
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I think that dream was meant to happen. I had been kind of stuck in self-destructive mode regarding my weight gain, my low unattractive preggo belly, etc. I was so mean whenever I saw myself in the mirror or in pictures, just tearing myself down any chance I got. That dream, along with finally being able to feel the little guy's constant movements, has literally transformed me-- my thoughts and feelings toward myself and the whole being pregnant thing. I can now honestly say that I am in love with it.</div>
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first off, i am having a BOY! </div>
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to be honest, i wanted a girl, so finding out it is a boy was almost emotional! but i am seriously so excited to be having a baby, so it's all good. </div>
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as you can see (maybe?) my placenta is inbetween baby and my stomach, so i haven't hardly felt much movement aside from a little tingling in my lower stomach every so often. it is becoming stronger, but still just in my very low abdomen. it is such a special, tender time in our home these days.</div>
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baby boy's bedroom is all set up just awaiting his arrival :) just kidding. we just set up the pack'n'play, and are slowly filling the room with baby clothes and decor.</div>
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luckily we only have 2 days left of the semester, and then its Christmas time! im getting so excited to see all the siblings and nieces and nephews, and even skype our missionary brother. </div>
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Christmas is such a special time of year. i have felt a special bond with Mary, the mother of Jesus, being pregnant with a little boy. how scared, excited, and honored she must have felt to be carrying such a babe. im not carrying Christ, but i am carrying a choice son of God, and hopefully i can raise him to be a positive influence to this earth. </div>
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</div>Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-27992278813433224842015-12-15T22:10:00.001-07:002015-12-15T22:10:38.473-07:00thoughts (october 27, 2015)today i am 18 weeks pregnant with little peanut. we find out the gender in 2 weeks and it is seriously the longest 2 weeks of my life!!! pretty exciting times around these parts :)<br />
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to start off my trail of thoughts, i have been thinking a lot about social pressures and societal acceptance. growing up (especially freshman year of high school) i felt so much pressure to be this idea of "skinny". what even defines this "skinny"? where did i even get this desire to be skinny? when (if) i ever reach 'skinny' how will i know? will i finally be happy with myself just like that?<br />
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im thinking it's a lot to do with self confidence/self image which is honestly the hardest thing sometimes. i sometimes wonder why it is that some people seem so confident in their own skin while others are so clearly fighting this battle. maybe everyone is fighting the battle, some just hide it better?<br />
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so when did it all start? i can still remember a few occasions when i was younger that someone thoughtlessly said something regarding me being fat. when i was 9 i was at my bff's birthday pool party and one of her friends' little brother was there. after we finished singing happy birthday he kept singing the "and scoobydoo on channel 2..etc" part of that song. when he got to "...and a big fat lady on channel 80" he looked at me saying "and YOURE the big fat lady". i was so confused. i can honestly say that i never saw myself as fat up to that point, and i sometimes wonder if i EVER saw myself at that age.. i really was the chubbiest kid ever. what can i say, i LOVE food. on another occasion a friend on my bus ride home from school told me i was a "big fat liar, especially the fat part". where do kids even come up with such awful things to say? still it took me until i was 14, going into my freshman year of high school, to really see myself as "too fat". i was in freshman p.e. and it was our day to run the dreaded 1 mile...24.5 minutes later i finally crossed the finish line, surrounded by all the fit kids cheering me on and running beside me. "you can do it heidi" "you got this". while you'd think this would be so encouraging, but to put it plainly i was utterly humiliated! so that experience, along with a young women activity on healthy eating convinced me it was past time for me to get skinny. at first i would just work my tail off in p.e. and do the best i could. as far as eating goes...basically i started cutting out sugary foods: ice cream (which is a big deal in my family!), brownies, cookies, etc. then i would only eat salad or a salad wrap for lunch with minimal dressing. one day i decided that since my p.e. class is right after lunch i couldn't eat lunch anymore or else the physical exertion of said p.e. class would make me sick. sometimes i would just nibble on some jalapeno potato chips until lunch time was over to avoid all the questions. soon it became a game of how long i could go without eating. i would sleep in so i "didn't have time to eat breakfast" and just take something on the way and shove it in my backpack. then i would pick at my food all lunch time, or just skip it all together. i would come home from school obviously exhausted and sleep until i was awoken by hunger pains or the smell of dinner cooking. i remember trying to fake sleeping so i could avoid the dinner table all together, but that usually didnt work--either my mom or siblings would come wake me. i was never a calorie counter and honestly never could be! but i would be so picky at dinner and just say everything made me feel sick. that was a lovely fight. but honestly eventually certain things really did make me sick, i just never could pin point what it was until my first thanksgiving home from college. now obviously this sort of eating habits cant last long, and my parents would often threaten to charge me for every skipped meal "to pay for hospital bills", or they would just tell me theyre taking me to the hospital if i didnt eat. so i would eat in front of them, and then summer came around and it was a lot harder to go without eating. i lost over 60 ibs in that one school year, but i honestly never once felt "skinny" or in love with my body. i still felt just as fat as i did at the beginning of the year.<br />
basically what i am getting at is that i have almost always had these self-criticizing glasses on, and it's extremely hard to take them off! i have heard countless talks and quotes about loving yourself, "you are you", you are special, you matter, etc. but nothing seems to stick for very long. i guess it's like anything in life; if you stop working on it, it dies.<br />
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SO my goal is to work really hard on loving myself in this precious transitional time into motherhood (pregnancy), so that i can have a positive experience and love myself as a mother. obviously i will still have hard times, and down days, but i never want to be so sick that i would justify starvation or hurting myself or my baby. I am enough! I am beautiful! I am literally growing a human being inside of me!!Heidi Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382564408866521229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148028469615187534.post-17342374791635518982015-10-18T01:01:00.001-06:002015-10-18T01:01:13.936-06:00introduction: i learned in english you're supposed to start everything you write with an introwe just celebrated our one year anniversary. go us! <div>
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we got married in salt lake city on october 11, 2014 surrounded by our families and a couple friends.</div>
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from there we set off for a winter in southeast georgia with detours to park city for a few days, a night at my sister's in spanish fork. </div>
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we then decided to purchase a tent and other camping necessities so we could camp overlooking lake powell. we drove through south grand canyon, celebrated our one week in tuscon, and then continued on through new mexico and half of texas til we arrived in beautiful san antonio. we enjoyed the alamo, the river walk, and fine dining before we continued on our way. </div>
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we drove all the way to the koa in scott, louisiana where we rested up, reorganized and did laundry before we finished the trip and landed in st. marys, ga for the rest of winter. eric began as a painter {for five days}, and later worked as a porter (maintenance) at a local gov't-subsidized apartment complex while i worked as a waitress at a near by restaurant. and by near by, i mean i drove our golf cart the mile to work most days. at the beginning of the year i took a job at a ferry reservations call center for cumberland island, the most dreamy, uninhabited island (beach!!!) i had ever seen. </div>
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march rolled around and with it came spring. time to leave our dear georgia family. we quit our jobs on a friday, visited cumberland island on tuesday-wednesday, and set off back across the big u.s. on thursday. detours on our way back consisted of the avett brothers concert in south carolina (+ some touristing in the area), drop by my little missionary brothers apartment in tennessee, </div>
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a couple days' stay at aunt deb's ranch house in spring branch texas, a night in albuquerque new mexico, four corners, a stop at cousin aimee's in cortez colorado, blitz to provo to enjoy froyo with my sister, with a red eye arrival to nyssa oregon at approx 3am. we made it. </div>
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we spent a couple weeks helping out with the brand new nephew archie before heading up to ferndale washington: tree farm. </div>
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after a few days at tree farm, we set off for our grand adventure in alaska, usa. we met up with some friends who drive their big motor coaches up every summer, so we had free lodging once we got all our car issues taken care of :) did i mention we took my dad's 1998 gmc suburban with over 320,000 miles on it before the trip. it was fun.</div>
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alaska was a dream! i worked as an extra set of hands at the inn at tern lake, a bed and breakfast on tern lake. it was gorgeous. we made beds on the daily, prepped garden beds, planted the gardens, weeded, and watered. we moved rocks, thousands and thousands of rocks, and pulled/cut the overgrown willows and aspens mostly. once summer kicked in to full force we did weddings just about every weekend. and by 'did weddings' i mean set up tables and chairs, set the place settings wine glasses and all, cook the food, serve it, collect dirty dishes, and clean up. this process usually took about 6-10 hours. eric worked part time (3 long nights a week) maintenance at a lodge owned by a cruise line, and the rest of the time worked with jeff at the inn doing outside man stuff. we often had time to ourselves to enjoy the vast wilderness surrounding us, and visit and enjoy other cities around the kenai peninsula. it was fantastic.</div>
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while in alaska, we had a lot of time to think about our future plans and goals and reevaluate what really matters most to us. in this time, we talked a lot about starting our family. and, well, we felt it was time. we got pregnant right away, and unbeknownst to us, with that would come weeeeeks of bed-ridden morning sickness to the point where i couldn't even go to work i was puking so much. sweet rose, my boss, was so understanding and happy for us that she found substitutes for my absence and even threw me an early, gender neutral baby shower the day before we left. did i mention i met my very best friend i ever had while i was there! she lived next door, and we did weddings together. i don't talk about it much, cuz im still getting over the fact that i had to leave her. </div>
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because i was so sick, we decided it would be better that i fly home and eric take his time driving back on his own. i was planning on spending at least a week at my parents' home before eric made it, but he got bored after the first day, so he booked it home and made it in less than 4 days! it was a true miracle cuz i was missing him like crazy. we spent another week at tree farm going to all the appointments--gastro, family doc, and ob. it was nice to get all that checked up on before we had to go back to school.</div>
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we drove to nyssa for a week, and then settled ourselves in to our new, permanent home in rexburg idaho where we will be attending the university for what seems like the rest of our lives.</div>
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today i am 16 weeks and 5 days pregnant with our little angel. i literally just started not feeling like puke everyday which is a blessing! i am about to loose my brain of anxiousness as we await the ultrasound appointment at which we find out the gender. unfortunately it's not til november 12. just shoot me now. but not really cuz then baby would die too, and that is never a good idea. i absolutely love my midwife. she is the coolest-- so understanding and really good at what she does. </div>
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basically i don't have any local mommy friends yet, and all my friends/sisters get so annoyed any time i bring up baby, so i will attempt using this blog to let out all my pregnancy thoughts, feelings, frights, and excitements so as to not bore my lovelies to death with baby mama drama. </div>
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xoxo. </div>
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