<?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-20097249</id><updated>2011-12-10T08:06:29.110-08:00</updated><category term='mirena'/><category term='symptoms'/><category term='support'/><category term='bpd'/><category term='pain medicine'/><category term='vanishing twin'/><category term='registry'/><category term='belly shots'/><category term='shiny sinks'/><category term='5 weeks'/><category term='big fat positive'/><category term='ttc'/><category term='morning sickness'/><category term='caffeine'/><category term='baby'/><category term='journal'/><category term='baby gear'/><category term='grandmom'/><category term='miscarriage'/><category term='breast cancer'/><category term='labor and delivery'/><category term='ovulation'/><category term='sick'/><category term='4 weeks'/><category term='birth control'/><category term='flylady'/><category term='aunt flo'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Looks like something!</title><subtitle type='html'>inside my head</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-2670076829836625143</id><published>2011-12-10T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T08:06:29.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sockmoptart/6487215657/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6487215657_7a4653e2e5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sockmoptart/6487215657/"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sockmoptart/"&gt;SockMopTart&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Angel&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-2670076829836625143?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/2670076829836625143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=2670076829836625143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2670076829836625143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2670076829836625143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2011/12/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-5418823214212176755</id><published>2008-09-24T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:55:55.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flylady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiny sinks'/><title type='text'>FlyLady principal: a shiny sink in every room</title><content type='html'>So I have been thinking about what my "shiny sink" is in every room of my home. It's more like every "zone" of my home, since we have it set up in a way that things are like rooms but not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dining area, the shiny sink is my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious shiny sink in kitchen: the actual sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny sink in bathroom: the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny sink in living area: The magazine rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny sink in computer area: the desks...we will call it the twin tub shiny sink, since the two desks are right next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny sink in bedroom: nightstands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny sink in kid room: toy corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-5418823214212176755?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/5418823214212176755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=5418823214212176755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5418823214212176755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5418823214212176755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/09/flylady-principal-shiny-sink-in-every.html' title='FlyLady principal: a shiny sink in every room'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-7463957588851202550</id><published>2008-09-02T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:23:37.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flylady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>sickness equals low FLYing</title><content type='html'>My son has been gone for the better part of two weeks with a short stint of being home in between. When he returns this time, he will be with us for about 2 weeks before I will have to let him go again to be with his relatives so we can go to events that do not involve children *sigh*. In the process, I have been rendered near useless by days of migraines and knee issues. Yay me :( I did wake up yesterday with energy and was able to get dressed, shine the sink, clean up a bit before the migraine from Hades set in again and took away my wings. Today I am just trying my best not to get it again, tho I feel it at the edges of my head just waiting to pounce. It's a good thing that my son ISNT here because then he would have to deal with me laying on the couch wrapped up like a mummy in my blanket for hours and hours while he has to be mostly quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-7463957588851202550?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/7463957588851202550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=7463957588851202550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7463957588851202550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7463957588851202550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/09/sickness-equals-low-flying.html' title='sickness equals low FLYing'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-1674475317770292769</id><published>2008-08-22T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:14:03.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flylady'/><title type='text'>Still slacking but not as badly</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I have shined my sink. I am finally able to do some laundry. I am trying to get back on top of my routine since we were gone for like a week. It really isn't that easy to jump right in and get started again. I am still half-stepping the full process. There are just some things I cannot bring myself to do...like drink a lot of water every day. Some of the reasons are financial, whereas some are just me being stubborn and fighting against change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water one is more financial. Our water SUX and so we buy water. If I drink all the water, there is none for my son or his food *he cant drink it, either*. I try to drink some of the water I boil, but it's extremely foul tasting. The only person that can stand it is my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating more fresh veggies is a financial one, too. Produce is not cheap by a long shot so buying fresh is just not an option very often. The one thing we buy a lot is bananas, which make my stomach hurt like nobody's business. I can put them in things like pancakes, but just to roll up and eat one is a big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else *besides the water, laundry, and veggies issues* is pretty much me being stubborn. I will work my way through it, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-1674475317770292769?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/1674475317770292769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=1674475317770292769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1674475317770292769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1674475317770292769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-slacking-but-not-as-badly.html' title='Still slacking but not as badly'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-6989021894438284173</id><published>2008-08-13T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:02:41.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>that is all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-6989021894438284173?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/6989021894438284173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=6989021894438284173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/6989021894438284173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/6989021894438284173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-2182690940944979006</id><published>2008-08-12T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:23:53.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flylady'/><title type='text'>FLYlady principal: set a bedtime</title><content type='html'>As much as I would LOVE to go to bed at ten every single night, it is virtually impossible with my husband's schedule. When he works nights, I might not get to bed till 3 in the morning. When he works days, I might get to bed by midnight. Some nights my body just can't do it and I end up asleep by 12. Even if I could go to sleep by ten at night when he works nights, he would wake me up when he gets home. ... .. .. so you see my dilemma? I would rather stay awake longer then crash instead of being woken up to have to fight myself back to sleep later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-2182690940944979006?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/2182690940944979006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=2182690940944979006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2182690940944979006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2182690940944979006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/08/flylady-principal-set-bedtime.html' title='FLYlady principal: set a bedtime'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-5685912608193094235</id><published>2008-08-06T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:56:58.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flylady'/><title type='text'>FLYing: dropping the ball</title><content type='html'>Yeah the last two days I think I got burned out on cleaning. Why? Well the Man decided it was time to go through 2 of 4 closets. We did the other 2 closets before. He is not a one thing at a time person, he is an all or nothing person. I got so tired and overwhelmed! Now I have had dishes in my sink for 2 days. There are still dishes to put away in my dishwasher. To top it all off, my knees decided they didn't like me anymore...probably from hauling and pulling those two days it took to clean out the closets...and then I couldn't really stand up for any length to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have a knee brace on each knee and I am sitting here wishing that I could do more than stare at the crap that is starting to pile up already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-5685912608193094235?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/5685912608193094235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=5685912608193094235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5685912608193094235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5685912608193094235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/08/flying-dropping-ball.html' title='FLYing: dropping the ball'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-7829485277464437437</id><published>2008-08-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:06:22.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flylady'/><title type='text'>flylady principal: laundry every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SJh6dqdx6HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/USSP4nVEgVc/s1600-h/doll.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SJh6dqdx6HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/USSP4nVEgVc/s320/doll.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231065617224820850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do a load a day! Unfortunately, I have to plan my laundry around a number of factors, and therefore cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there is no washer/dryer allowed in my apartment. Second, the one next door costs 3$ to wash/dry one load of clothes. Get my drift? Then when I do get a roll of quarters, I try to get 4 loads done at once (I usually have other quarters stashed somewhere to make the roll + quarters = 4 loads = 12$).  Lastly, there are 2 washers and 2 dryers next door. If someone else is in there already, there goes my day for laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, mind you that by the time I get to the point I can do 4 loads I usually have 5 or 6 waiting to be done. Most of those are children and husband clothes, as they change more frequently than I do. The Man has to dress for work, after work, bed, and work out. The Kid dresses for bed, activities, after activities, and workout (jiu jitsu). I dress for bed and the day and that pretty much sums it up. The Man works like 5 days a week and can workout or do his class any number of days out of a 7 day week. The Kid goes to class two or three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am learning to adapt flylady to work with my conflicts and so far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing day 11 babysteps today, so off I go to write my inspirational sheets ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-7829485277464437437?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/7829485277464437437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=7829485277464437437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7829485277464437437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7829485277464437437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/08/flylady-principal-laundry-every-day.html' title='flylady principal: laundry every day'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SJh6dqdx6HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/USSP4nVEgVc/s72-c/doll.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-5790807043470071680</id><published>2008-08-02T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:27:47.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flylady'/><title type='text'>i know it's been a long time</title><content type='html'>I havent been here in ages it seems. My sister is now nearly 7 months pregnant. I am still NOT trying to get pregnant. So much has been going on. I just can't even tell you all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more random thoughts that are coming through my head since beginning Flylady.net again and getting into actually loving myself. I will have to come over here and share about it. This seems to be the place I like to vent all my transforming thought spirals, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on FLYlady for about 2 weeks now and getting into the swing of things, but my body and mind are at odds. I find that my heart BUCKS routine like a mad bull in rodeo season. I know that I can follow one for a short amount of time (like a few months) but after that, it dies to me. I had my son on a gorgeous routine, and now we are kind of willy nilly. It's just too much control, I think. My mind can't deal with all the control over myself and other people, especially not my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in all kinds of control, so I guess that's the residual effect popping through. Chores were mandatory, but also punishment. I was just saying to my husband how I will not be able to give my son extra chores as penance for wrongful deeds. It's why I can't clean a bedroom, abhor washing dishes, and generally cannot declutter anything. Hence, the reason I am all up in FLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-5790807043470071680?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/5790807043470071680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=5790807043470071680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5790807043470071680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5790807043470071680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-its-been-long-time.html' title='i know it&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-9221804200343856361</id><published>2008-04-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:36:24.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirena'/><title type='text'>Mirena?</title><content type='html'>Anyone have any experience with the Mirena IUD? I am wondering if it would be worth me trying out. I mean, most hormonal treatments do not treat women's bodies right in my family. I have to think about what it will do to me physically, but I am so tempted to get it for that 5 year continuous protection. I really need to ensure that I don't get pregnant as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the tide changed from when I started blogging here, huh? First I couldn't wait to have a baby and now I am trying my hardest to make sure I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, another grandchild is on the way for my side of the family. My baby sister is 2+ months pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-9221804200343856361?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/9221804200343856361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=9221804200343856361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/9221804200343856361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/9221804200343856361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirena.html' title='Mirena?'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-3869167886346617831</id><published>2008-03-20T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T06:39:13.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally got my friend</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month since I had my period. I just got it 5 days ago and am only getting here now to tell about it. I had taken 4 preggo tests to make sure that it wasn't that and only my stress. Who would have thought you could stress enough to make your period a month late?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-3869167886346617831?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/3869167886346617831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=3869167886346617831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3869167886346617831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3869167886346617831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-got-my-friend.html' title='finally got my friend'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-6354237963177157062</id><published>2008-02-19T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:46:23.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late again</title><content type='html'>stupid period. im 3 days late and am currently attributing it to the excessive amounts of stress i have been dealing with of late. will keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-6354237963177157062?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/6354237963177157062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=6354237963177157062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/6354237963177157062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/6354237963177157062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2008/02/late-again.html' title='late again'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-7881046225988705081</id><published>2007-12-05T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:26:56.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ovulation</title><content type='html'>I hate the way I feel, smell, think when I ovulate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-7881046225988705081?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/7881046225988705081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=7881046225988705081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7881046225988705081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7881046225988705081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/12/ovulation.html' title='Ovulation'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-4900052782984029037</id><published>2007-11-16T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:54:14.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bpd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>No more babies?</title><content type='html'>Well I started going to therapy. With the diagnosis and treatment options available... well... it may be necessary for me to have to go on meds at some point. This means that I will have to get on birth control of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meds + pregnancy = big ol' mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't chance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it would not be a good idea for me to get pregnant again for the sheer mental repercussions it will cause. I went into PPP (postpartum psychosis) last time. I know for a fact that if I did have a daughter out of the next pregnancy, it would not be good for us, due to my issues even and especially after the PPP has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no clue what I am talking about, you can read more on the subject &lt;a href="http://bulletproofsoul.info"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-4900052782984029037?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/4900052782984029037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=4900052782984029037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/4900052782984029037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/4900052782984029037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-babies.html' title='No more babies?'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-8815021909164050397</id><published>2007-11-04T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:32:11.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months since the first M/C</title><content type='html'>Well actually my 2nd and 3rd M/Cs. It's 4 months today. I think it's time to stop grieving the loss of my babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also marks 2 years since my grandmother passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 has always been a bad number for me...but today I only mourn her. Hopefully next year I won't feel like this about babies or grandmom and I can just move on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-8815021909164050397?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/8815021909164050397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=8815021909164050397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8815021909164050397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8815021909164050397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/11/4-months-since-first-mc.html' title='4 Months since the first M/C'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-3375656356265596874</id><published>2007-10-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:02:39.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Crunchy Can you Get?</title><content type='html'>I might be seen as a pariah, but I want to get this out there somewhere into the Universe. Maybe I will be heard and granted the life I long to live with my family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make soy candles in my kitchen with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow a small garden of veggies and spices so that I can always have fresh things to cook with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the local farmers and buy their fresh off the farm produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;a href="http://stitchwhimsy.com"&gt;crochet&lt;/a&gt; with alternative and natural fibers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy from the small timers to support the working class crafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my house to always smell of apples and cinnamon or sugar cookies or pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved wearing my baby and keep my slings to remind me of the special time we had cuddling and nursing in those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to continue to use homeopathic meds and supplements for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my family to be clothed in the things that I made with my own two hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show myself approved...become the person that I have dreamed of being. Not just for me, but so my own child will know the value of making things from scratch and making the best from what you have available...from God's bounty to our tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-3375656356265596874?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/3375656356265596874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=3375656356265596874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3375656356265596874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3375656356265596874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-crunchy-can-you-get.html' title='How Crunchy Can you Get?'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-8342344477719804298</id><published>2007-09-29T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:48:04.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aunt flo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Hello Aunt Flo</title><content type='html'>I finally got a regular period! Thanks be to God. I nearly thought it would never happen. I guess this means that my body has healed or is at least nearly there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed adoption again... Hubby said he still wants to try one more time. I said my heart can't take another failure. I know other women have failed and failed and failed again only to finally have their heart's desire. Maybe I am a wimp, but this being our 3rd miscarriage since we got married, I just don't think I can muster up enough moxie to try again and fail and again and fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, next time I might not fail and actually have a baby, but I just can't live with the fear every day just waiting for the baby to miscarry again. I would have that fear till the baby is born then I would be worried about SIDS for 3 years. At least I know that adoption is not out of the realm of possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-8342344477719804298?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/8342344477719804298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=8342344477719804298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8342344477719804298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8342344477719804298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-aunt-flo.html' title='Hello Aunt Flo'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-2513360718310438479</id><published>2007-09-11T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:44:46.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 misses, can i just walk now?</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't been here because I had 2 miscarriages in July, not one... I couldn't really bring myself to talk here much about anything. I have decided to wait and see what happens now. I still haven't had a "regular" stint with Aunt Flo. I'm tired and I just want to stop. Depressed, stressed out, my hair breaking off... yeah. I'm done for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still post here at least once or twice a month. I will let you know if my body has healed and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-2513360718310438479?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/2513360718310438479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=2513360718310438479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2513360718310438479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2513360718310438479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-misses-can-i-just-walk-now.html' title='2 misses, can i just walk now?'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-2867329396967968934</id><published>2007-08-19T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:24:01.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks later</title><content type='html'>aunt flo has FINALLY vacated the building. jeebus. it was like FOREVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-2867329396967968934?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/2867329396967968934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=2867329396967968934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2867329396967968934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2867329396967968934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-weeks-later.html' title='2 weeks later'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-758013096829257848</id><published>2007-08-08T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T06:51:41.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aunt flo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>She showed up</title><content type='html'>Well after waiting and waiting and 3 tests for my past due period, I got it. Barely there, but there all the same. I am disheartened and I don't even want to try anymore. Seriously. I have stopped going to miscarriage support forums that I used to frequent. I just want to be alone in my cocoon of disappointment for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-758013096829257848?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/758013096829257848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=758013096829257848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/758013096829257848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/758013096829257848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-showed-up.html' title='She showed up'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-428193516124950824</id><published>2007-07-27T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:25:59.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>No sign of AF</title><content type='html'>I have had symptoms of other things, but no sign of Aunt Flo. It's weird. You see my counter for today says this is the 30th day of my cycle, seeing as I ovulated on the 12th. I got a BFN already once, but I might have tested too quickly. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was paranoid about telling people whether or not I am pregnant again. I figure it's stupid to keep it to myself. Seriously, me saying anything or nothing won't make the baby stick any better. If God wills me to have a child, I will have it REGARDLESS. So that is where my had is right now. I am just waiting a few more days to test again and see if I get a BFP anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-428193516124950824?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/428193516124950824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=428193516124950824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/428193516124950824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/428193516124950824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-sign-of-af.html' title='No sign of AF'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-1068388041919291253</id><published>2007-07-17T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:59:15.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ttc'/><title type='text'>The new countdown</title><content type='html'>Here is the closest estimate I can get on our TTC journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickerfactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickerfactory.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.tickerfactory.com/ezt/d/0;1;10100;118/st/20070628/o/14/l/29/k/e692/ttc.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-1068388041919291253?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/1068388041919291253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=1068388041919291253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1068388041919291253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1068388041919291253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-countdown.html' title='The new countdown'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-1797817197156555132</id><published>2007-07-16T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:55:09.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Miscarriage/Loss Support forums</title><content type='html'>Here are the places that I have been going rather frequently to get help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://messageboards.ivillage.com/n/main.asp?webtag=iv-bhmiscarriag&amp;nav=start"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscarriage Support&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://messageboards.ivillage.com/n/main.asp?webtag=iv-ppttcmiss&amp;nav=start"&gt;TTC after Miscarriage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://silentgrief.proboards70.com/"&gt;Silent Grief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-1797817197156555132?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/1797817197156555132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=1797817197156555132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1797817197156555132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1797817197156555132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/miscarriageloss-support-forums.html' title='Miscarriage/Loss Support forums'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-4805068888044384450</id><published>2007-07-16T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:09:45.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ttc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ovulation'/><title type='text'>TMI: Ovulation and TTC</title><content type='html'>Well I know that I ovulated on the 12th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DTD on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to work it out like that, really. I was trying to hold off, but sometimes a married gal just can't wait *teehee*. It wasn't to TTC, but that's how it worked out. If I end up with something to talk about I probably won't say too much about it till like my 19th week. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-4805068888044384450?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/4805068888044384450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=4805068888044384450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/4805068888044384450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/4805068888044384450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/tmi-ovulation-and-ttc.html' title='TMI: Ovulation and TTC'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-5652554520978428533</id><published>2007-07-12T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:33:48.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ttc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Finished losing</title><content type='html'>I finally stopped bleeding last night. It was another 9 days in total that I bled, just like with my first miscarriage. I am already ovulating again. I can feel it and it hurts more than it did before. I am going to wait one full cycle before trying again. I want to make sure I know exactly what I am doing and when is the best time to do it. No pressure, though. I know it won't take long for me to get to my viable pregnancy and then to my daughter finally being in my arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-5652554520978428533?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/5652554520978428533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=5652554520978428533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5652554520978428533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5652554520978428533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/finished-losing.html' title='Finished losing'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-513753591650339729</id><published>2007-07-10T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:11:20.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Letting Go &amp; Moving on</title><content type='html'>I have finally dealt with my anger and forgave some things. I had to let go of it. It was eating me alive. That has changed into determination. I am now determined to try again. Determined to be successful and have my daughter. I am determined to win. That might sound a little crazy, but it makes perfect sense to me. I have carried a baby far enough to be born healthy, and I can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking good care of myself in preparation to succeed. It's all I can do. I know that this pregnancy was a primer, as was my first miscarriage before my son. It taught us the lessons we needed to learn. Next time will be different. Next time I won't lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-513753591650339729?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/513753591650339729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=513753591650339729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/513753591650339729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/513753591650339729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/letting-go-moving-on.html' title='Letting Go &amp; Moving on'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-3992766477509616175</id><published>2007-07-08T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:42:04.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Grieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/vCjetTv5Ny/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/vCjetTv5Ny/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have had time to grieve today, but I haven't gone insane. I have cried, but not gone over the top. I don't know what to say about that other than I guess, maybe, I have found some semblance of sanity... even if I am not at peace within myself. I am just glad to finally be alone and able to cope without noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-3992766477509616175?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/3992766477509616175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=3992766477509616175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3992766477509616175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3992766477509616175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-to-grieve.html' title='Time to Grieve'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-7195376352240520897</id><published>2007-07-08T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:01:27.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Still Cramping</title><content type='html'>I am still cramping, still bleeding. I am still hurting, suffering. It's the hardest thing I have had to deal with since losing my grandmother. I started a song, but I can't finish it. I have a poem that doesn't feel right. I just want something to feel right. When will I be ready to try again? Will I ever  be ready? The pain is all too present right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to call my doctor tomorrow. I was supposed to have blood drawn on the 6th but didn't go. The bruise on my arm is too big and it's the only place they can get good veins. This is all I have left of my former child. Bruises, blood, and pain.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/RpEmB-1tyaI/AAAAAAAAADw/VrFBNlYDtsE/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/RpEmB-1tyaI/AAAAAAAAADw/VrFBNlYDtsE/s320/P1010017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084887269768022434" 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/20097249-7195376352240520897?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/7195376352240520897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=7195376352240520897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7195376352240520897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7195376352240520897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-cramping.html' title='Still Cramping'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/RpEmB-1tyaI/AAAAAAAAADw/VrFBNlYDtsE/s72-c/P1010017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-8270734599453341573</id><published>2007-07-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T08:18:09.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Helpful Links about Miscarriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutlifechallenges.org/Miscarriage-Statistics.htm"&gt;Miscarriage Statistics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutlifechallenges.org/Miscarriage-Statistics.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopexchange.com/InformationArticles.htm"&gt;Information &amp;amp; Articles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutlifechallenges.org/Miscarriage-Statistics.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourmiscarriage.com/home.html"&gt;"Our Miscarriage" info site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/refcap/4006.html"&gt;Coping with loss, babycenter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C&lt;a href="http://www.americanbaby.com/ab/category.jhtml?categoryid=/templatedata/ab/category/data/FertilityEmotions_CopingWithMiscarriage.xml"&gt;oping, americanbaby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epigee.org/fetal/coping.html"&gt;Coping, epigee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-8270734599453341573?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/8270734599453341573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=8270734599453341573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8270734599453341573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8270734599453341573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/helpful-links-about-miscarriage.html' title='Helpful Links about Miscarriage'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-4652212350077207993</id><published>2007-07-04T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:24:11.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to angel baby #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/pl/ymipkLwMQF/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='290' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/pl/ymipkLwMQF/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I lost one baby before. Now he has a playmate. Be good to your sister up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-4652212350077207993?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/4652212350077207993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=4652212350077207993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/4652212350077207993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/4652212350077207993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/dedicated-to-angel-baby-2.html' title='Dedicated to angel baby #2'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-3481103483655480452</id><published>2007-07-04T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:27:20.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>23: the number of the dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/Rov0je1tyZI/AAAAAAAAADo/b1bFrtb0Cbs/s1600-h/theend.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/Rov0je1tyZI/AAAAAAAAADo/b1bFrtb0Cbs/s320/theend.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083425494828698002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it is for my baby. They tell me that I should go in on the 6th to have another blood test done to see if this is all just a fluke or whatever. I kind of already know that my HCG level will be at zero when I get the results. The people at the hospital couldn't even get a positive urine test for pregnancy on me this time. A clueless nurse just popped in with that lovely information, infuriating the nurse that had been taking great pains not to upset me. The doctor removed a bunch of tissue that I would have lost anyway. I am still losing tissue and blood. I started last night and it just got worse overnight. I am still having hella cramping. I am so heartbroken that I can't even breathe. I can't mourn, as my son is still looking me in my face. I don't know what I am going to do now. I just don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-3481103483655480452?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/3481103483655480452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=3481103483655480452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3481103483655480452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3481103483655480452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/23-number-of-dead.html' title='23: the number of the dead'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/Rov0je1tyZI/AAAAAAAAADo/b1bFrtb0Cbs/s72-c/theend.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-1721593140224081728</id><published>2007-07-02T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:24:09.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby gear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmom'/><title type='text'>Mint Green Noah</title><content type='html'>My cousin is the best! Not only will I have some Pooh mint green, but I am getting all her mint green Noah's Ark stuff! YAY for mint! I know a lot of people probably have an aversion to the gender neutral tone, but it has special meaning for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my grandmother's favorite color was green. She is not here to see her new great grandchild. I would hope this one to be a girl, also in her honor *but not with her attitude LOL*. She was a firecracker, that's for sure. I can imagine her being a child much like the one I already have. I need a calmer spirit to come from the new child. Of course, I will be happy with what God grants. These are just my thoughts and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my favorite flavor of ice cream is mint chocolate chip. This might not seem too significant, but it is to me for various reason. Most of them have to do with the grandmother that I am so deeply missing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I will be happy with a healthy baby and a tubal ligation. That's all that really matters in the end, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-1721593140224081728?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/1721593140224081728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=1721593140224081728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1721593140224081728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1721593140224081728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/mint-green-noah.html' title='Mint Green Noah'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-2910613057460893693</id><published>2007-07-02T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:41:15.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 weeks'/><title type='text'>5 weeks pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/RokMUu1tyYI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZfcqrrxUfdQ/s1600-h/5wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 195px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/RokMUu1tyYI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZfcqrrxUfdQ/s320/5wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082607204774562178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here I am at 5 weeks pregnant. I snagged that picture from &lt;a href="http://babycenter.com/"&gt;babycenter.com&lt;/a&gt; to show you a bit of what's going on inside. Apparently, if I am going to get the nausea it will happen this week. Even in light of the information about breast cancer, I still would rather NOT be nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am still having the same symptoms as I was. My boobage stays at a constant level of discomfort. I think I need to pull out the larger bras I have stashed away. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS I think that nursing bras are somewhat of a waste of money. I prefer to just hike the sucker up when time comes to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anywho, I find myself worrying about the heartbeat. It is supposed to start this week. Technically, I should be able to hear it at my ob/gyn appointment on the 31st. I will be in my 9th week, which is the same time I first heard my son's heart beating at 160 beats per minute (bpm). I am looking forward to resting my fears about NOT hearing a heartbeat. I guess it's natural to worry about that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-2910613057460893693?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/2910613057460893693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=2910613057460893693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2910613057460893693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2910613057460893693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-weeks-pregnant.html' title='5 weeks pregnant'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/RokMUu1tyYI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZfcqrrxUfdQ/s72-c/5wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-6147790946632424113</id><published>2007-07-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:08:27.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor and delivery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Nobody's Hero</title><content type='html'>From the first pregnancy to this, I have decided that I don't have to be a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What am I talking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with my first labor, I thought I had something to prove. So many women before me did this without pain medicine, why can't I? I am going to show my worth by bearing through this without any meds whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my labor and delivery were a special case. I had preeclampsia and had to be induced. My blood pressure was 197/110 when I got to the hospital. My son was 3 1/2 weeks premature. I also got stuck at 7 cm and couldn't dilate any further. They were trying to get me to relax enough to be able to finish dilating. I ended up with some Stadol *which only made me angry and groggy* an then an epidural. I was angry. Mad as a wet hen, even! I glared at the anesthesiologist with spitfire and vengeance in my heart. My last comment before I got the epidural was the end all kicker: I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; be able to feel my legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed out shortly after that. I had been in induced labor since around 10 am and it was around 7 pm when I finally got the epidural. Exhausted, I awoke to the sensation of the need to push.  Three really good pushes later and my son was born at 10:27 pm...12 1/2 hours after it had all begun...and I felt my legs the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did I learn from all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having pain medicine doesn't make me a wimp. It doesn't make me a coward. It doesn't degrade my ability to birth a child as a woman. Pain medicine is not something that has to be shunned to prove a point. Who am I trying to save? I don't have to be a hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-6147790946632424113?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/6147790946632424113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=6147790946632424113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/6147790946632424113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/6147790946632424113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/07/nobodys-hero.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Hero'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-7729218656172628224</id><published>2007-06-29T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:55:14.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>The Pregnancy Organizer</title><content type='html'>I got my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FWhat-to-Expect-Pregnancy-Organizer%2Fdp%2FB000HKY6OO%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbaby-products%26qid%3D1183157647%26sr%3D8-2&amp;amp;tag=bucobul-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;pregnancy organizer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=bucobul-20&amp;amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;o=1" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt; in the mail today. I already started to fill it out. I missed 4 weeks of journaling already, so I want to make sure and get it all filled in up to this point. It's really neat to be able to compare notes between this pregnancy and my previous one. I am trying to use all the same books and methods so that I have accurate and identical records for the kids when they get older. I know I appreciated that in a house with two other siblings. I still go look at my baby book from time to time. My son has a lot to go on. My daughter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt; will, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-7729218656172628224?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/7729218656172628224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=7729218656172628224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7729218656172628224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/7729218656172628224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/pregnancy-organizer.html' title='The Pregnancy Organizer'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-8800468119204588119</id><published>2007-06-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:45:15.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning sickness'/><title type='text'>Morning sickness and breast cancer</title><content type='html'>I have not felt nausea yet with this pregnancy. I have been extra hungry and had a bit of indigestion. I was just reading about how women with morning sickness might actually be at a lower risk for breast cancer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cubeDiv" style="position: relative;"&gt;&lt;span style="position: relative; z-index: 2;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="swfclipt431167" height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://thenewsroom.com/mash/swf/cube.swf?a=t431167&amp;m=34101&amp;amp;v=1"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="."&gt;&lt;embed src="http://thenewsroom.com/mash/swf/cube.swf?a=t431167&amp;m=34101&amp;amp;v=1" base="." name="swfclipt431167" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="voxAdt431167" style="position: absolute; z-index: 2;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy &lt;a href="http://thecolor9.blogspot.com/2007/06/morning-sickness-is-good.html"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; thought that I might be interested in the info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-8800468119204588119?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/8800468119204588119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=8800468119204588119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8800468119204588119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8800468119204588119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/morning-sickness-and-breast-cancer.html' title='Morning sickness and breast cancer'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-1410698298119952092</id><published>2007-06-29T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T08:06:13.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>I started her registry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/04/74/06/08/0004740608278_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 137px;" src="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/04/74/06/08/0004740608278_215X215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes her, it's wishful thinking. I figure, if I put it out into the Universe enough, that I will end up getting what I want. Anyway, I have started my registry at our favorite place to shop: &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/giftregistry/"&gt;Walmart&lt;/a&gt;. I am in love with mint green this time around. Last time, we had a Noah's Ark theme. This time I want a Pooh Bear type theme. I saw the Days of Hunny collection and just decided that's what I want. I liked the Pooh themes when my son was born, but I had already decided on the ark. This time, I plan to get everything I want. This is the last hurrah for babies in our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-1410698298119952092?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/1410698298119952092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=1410698298119952092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1410698298119952092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1410698298119952092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-started-her-registry.html' title='I started her registry'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-2176580891635088338</id><published>2007-06-28T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:31:10.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly shots'/><title type='text'>No belly pics for a while</title><content type='html'>I already had a bit of a belly before I got pregnant. You won't be able to see significant changes until at least 3 months preggo especially if I carry small like I did with my son. No one could tell I was pregnant until I was close to six months! So if I was to show you a picture now you would be like *wow you are already showing!* and I would cyber slap you... LOL Sorry, horrormones talking, not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-2176580891635088338?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/2176580891635088338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=2176580891635088338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2176580891635088338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2176580891635088338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-belly-pics-for-while.html' title='No belly pics for a while'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-5601081662198553362</id><published>2007-06-28T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:24:03.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Symptoms today 4 weeks 3 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tender boobage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swollen boobage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moderate cramping/stretching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;headache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dizziness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;irritability&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;inability to concentrate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sensitivity to some smells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-5601081662198553362?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/5601081662198553362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=5601081662198553362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5601081662198553362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/5601081662198553362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/symptoms-today-4-weeks-3-days.html' title='Symptoms today 4 weeks 3 days'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-2597777056932817260</id><published>2007-06-28T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:19:47.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Pain meds while pregnant</title><content type='html'>It has been little over four years since I was last pregnant. I have to relearn a lot of the dos and donts of pregnancy. Who remembers that stuff? Anyway, I remember that I am not supposed to take any ibuprofen, my favorite pain reliever. I will have to take acetaminophen if memory serves me right. I have it, I just don't like it. Maybe I will just remind myself which teas are okay to drink during pregnancy and have a cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-2597777056932817260?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/2597777056932817260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=2597777056932817260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2597777056932817260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2597777056932817260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/pain-meds-while-pregnant.html' title='Pain meds while pregnant'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-1541426304625652917</id><published>2007-06-27T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:40:24.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanishing twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Did I lose his twin?</title><content type='html'>I was reading something interesting about &lt;a href="http://multiples.about.com/cs/medicalissues/a/vanishingtwin.htm"&gt;Vanishing Twin Syndrome&lt;/a&gt;. I bled so much with my son that I thought I was having a miscarriage. The people at the ER also thought that was the issue. When they finally looked at me they said that my cervix was closed and it had to be implantation bleeding. I got an ultrasound and there was one baby, a yolk sack, and a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading about the Vanishing Twin, I have to wonder. If they had done an ultrasound before I bled like crazy, would there have been two babies? I bled for at least a month. It got so bad that I really thought I might have lost my son. I had the cramping and everything. That's why I wonder... do I have predisposition for twins? If so, I really pray there is only one little girl in my womb right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-1541426304625652917?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/1541426304625652917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=1541426304625652917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1541426304625652917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/1541426304625652917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/did-i-lose-his-twin.html' title='Did I lose his twin?'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-8159939151489955063</id><published>2007-06-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:06:48.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Caffeine and Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>Last time I was pregnant, Vanilla Coke was just coming out. When I heard it was resurfacing I said *watch, I will be preggo within the month* Lo, and behold, I called it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument is that pregnant women shouldn't ingest caffeine. I have just found a &lt;a href="http://www.babyandpregnancy.co.uk/CaffeineAlcoholPregnancy.html"&gt;caffeine guideline&lt;/a&gt; for pregnant women. I can ingest 300 mg of caffeine a day without making the baby go into caffeinated convulsions. Well, I only drink one soda can a day when I have it, and that's before I was pregnant. Now I am limiting to one or two a week. According to the site, it's only 40 mg per can of soda. A full bottle of Vanilla Coke should yield about two to two and a half can sized servings, which brings me up to between 80 and 100 mg. One of those every two weeks wouldn't harm the child. Now I just have to show that to my husband so I can get my 'nilla on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-8159939151489955063?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/8159939151489955063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=8159939151489955063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8159939151489955063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8159939151489955063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/caffeine-and-pregnancy.html' title='Caffeine and Pregnancy'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-2911477244176391899</id><published>2007-06-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:21:36.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 weeks'/><title type='text'>beginning the next journey</title><content type='html'>Hello all. I have not used this blog since well before the first post was wrought. I decided to dust this off and have a go at chronicling my pregnancy. Here are the first particulars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew the moment I got pregnant on June 11th.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday the 15th I had ridiculously sore boobage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday they were tender, but not as bad as Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kept feeling stretching/burning all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My knee started to hurt. It hasn't hurt since I was pregnant with my son.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tested on the 22nd and got a faint positive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone found out, and I can't keep my own secrets LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made the doctor's appointment for July 31st the day I tested positive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spotted yesterday *25th* and a bit today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took another test and got a nice dark positive today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That is the summary of what's been going on. I have been ravenously hungry and eating a salad that many think is weird. My pants are bothering me right around where the baby is. I did feel it implant on the left side, which is where the egg came from both this time and when I had my son. My ovaries have been somewhat painful. Many things mirror what happened with my son except that I can eat tomatoes and lettuce without a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-2911477244176391899?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/2911477244176391899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=2911477244176391899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2911477244176391899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2911477244176391899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/beginning-next-journey.html' title='beginning the next journey'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-2623004526879227661</id><published>2007-06-26T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:21:43.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big fat positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>the BFP</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sockmoptart/630901572/" title="BFP (by SockMopTart)"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/1361/630901572_f43a359301_m.jpg" title="BFP (by SockMopTart)" alt="BFP (by SockMopTart)" height="240" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-2623004526879227661?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/2623004526879227661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=2623004526879227661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2623004526879227661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/2623004526879227661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/bfp.html' title='the BFP'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-47468947776120013</id><published>2007-06-24T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:21:51.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Preggo tickers cuz they're cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://lafemmebonita.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://image.lafemmebonita.com/c/av475137.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://lafemmebonita.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://image.lafemmebonita.com/c/p475143.png border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://counters.families.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tac.families.com/cb/188263.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tickers.families.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tac.families.com/ezb/914005.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://lafemmebonita.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://image.lafemmebonita.com/c/bg475152.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev062bf___.png" alt="pregnancy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev062bp___.png" alt="during pregnancy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://pregnancyandbaby.com'&gt;&lt;img src='http://sheknows.com/pregnancy/ticker/pregnancy/pregtickers8-12-1204531200-0.png' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/DTSom4.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-47468947776120013?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/47468947776120013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=47468947776120013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/47468947776120013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/47468947776120013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2007/06/preggo-tickers-cuz-theyre-cute.html' title='Preggo tickers cuz they&apos;re cute'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-8035747936775365379</id><published>2006-12-23T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T13:44:02.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY !!</title><content type='html'>Sorry to all the people I comment on blogger that I don't direct to my actual blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find me here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bucketobulletz.com/"&gt;http://bucketobulletz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas and Merry New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-8035747936775365379?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/8035747936775365379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=8035747936775365379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8035747936775365379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/8035747936775365379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry.html' title='SORRY !!'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-4657539320425445314</id><published>2006-12-04T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:17:29.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just blogging to blog</title><content type='html'>It's a shame when I come here just to write nonsense...because I am a blogaholic. I have no cure but to blog constantly all day long. I really should get some friends in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-4657539320425445314?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/4657539320425445314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=4657539320425445314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/4657539320425445314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/4657539320425445314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-blogging-to-blog.html' title='Just blogging to blog'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20097249.post-3430951099405835475</id><published>2006-11-10T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:19:22.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just felt like doing this</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to make it pretty here. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20097249-3430951099405835475?l=somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/feeds/3430951099405835475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20097249&amp;postID=3430951099405835475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3430951099405835475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20097249/posts/default/3430951099405835475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingnothinganything.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-felt-like-doing-this.html' title='Just felt like doing this'/><author><name>Suni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JSwYbKsOy2w/SX_zxJbP7hI/AAAAAAAAALA/UekfEwcckfI/s1600-R/3232024227_c7d3170b5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
