<?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-17619608</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:46:49.546-06:00</updated><category term='house'/><category term='running'/><category term='preemie'/><category term='ryan'/><category term='ellen'/><category term='kids'/><category term='baby OP'/><title type='text'>Misplacing Control</title><subtitle type='html'>where an OCD control freak meets life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-1742050943278733352</id><published>2012-01-28T19:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:33:20.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old</title><content type='html'>The time has come for us to purge all of our baby stuff. As it turns out, we have accumulated quite a bit of non-baby stuff during our 6 years in Wisconsin as well!&lt;br&gt;I took some time and made a pile (aka third stall of the garage) of all of the things we need to sell. I am using the craigslist app on my phone and as of tonight, I finally have everything listed!&lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;ve been getting tons of interest, but have found that very few people follow through to pick-up. To say it&amp;#39;s frustrating is an understatement. As of today, I&amp;#39;ve sold $155. Tomorrow, if all goes well, I will sell another $45. Which makes us $200 closer to our Disney world trip. &lt;br&gt;About that - we are planning to go to disney for ryan&amp;#39;s birthday in December. I know Ellen will be too young to remember and it&amp;#39;s possible Ryan won&amp;#39;t remember either, but I think it will be amazing no matter what. And given Ryan remembers that my elementary school was octagon shaped (a topic we hadn&amp;#39;t discussed in months), I think the odds are in our favor. I have figured it all out and have everything planned in my head. Everything bookmarked on google chrome. Guides are read. And we only have 9 months to go! :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1742050943278733352?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/1742050943278733352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=1742050943278733352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1742050943278733352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1742050943278733352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2012/01/out-with-old.html' title='Out with the old'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-138562117400539837</id><published>2012-01-05T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:04:24.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>i am happy. so happy. the things i would change about my life are so minuscule that i don't even feel justified in listing them. and i'm terrified.&lt;br /&gt;you see, two times in my life i have stopped and said to myself "this is it, i have everything i need. i can breathe easy for awhile!" and two times the rug has been pulled out from underneath me.&lt;br /&gt;the first was the day ryan died. i was in law school in a beautiful city and had just started dating michael. i already suspected that we'd be in it for the long haul. i was happy. and then ryan died and my world crumbled.&lt;br /&gt;the second was thanksgiving 2008. i had a husband, 2 dogs, a house, and was 32 weeks pregnant with ryan despite the odds. the next day i started bleeding and the downward spiral to his birth began.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, happy, but scared to admit it. for fear that it will all end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-138562117400539837?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/138562117400539837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=138562117400539837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/138562117400539837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/138562117400539837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2012/01/fear.html' title='fear'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8416250337460673044</id><published>2011-12-31T13:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:36:55.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The good. The bad. And the ugly.</title><content type='html'>2011 was a pretty crazy year, filled with insane ups and downs. In some senses, it was one of our best. In others, one of our hardest. &lt;br&gt;We started off by counting the days until viability with Ellen. An unexplained bleeding incident in early December had us scared and the situation would go either way - it was either something awful that would likely lead to is losing the pregnancy or it was nothing. Thank god it was nothing. &lt;br&gt;We sold our house. When we went to get the check for closing, the teller told us congratulations on buying a new house. It hurt to tell her that we were paying that much to sell our house! &lt;br&gt;And then began moving our entire house into a tiny apartment and storage unit with a 2 year old. While 24 weeks pregnant and on restrictions. &lt;br&gt;Our apartment living was difficult. Ryan missed having space to play and we missed having any space at all. But we did enjoy the swimming pool this summer!&lt;br&gt;We closed on our house, Ellen wad born, and Michael was laid off within 2 weeks. Looking back, I cannot believe we took that as well as we did. But Michael got a great new job and all is well. &lt;br&gt;Building our house was an intensely frustrating process. I know that I tend to micromanage and that plays into it. Now, 3 months post move, I finally feel at home and am happy yo have everything (almost) in it&amp;#39;s place. &lt;br&gt;Ryan gave us some new parenting challenges this year, easily winning the &amp;quot;most difficult McFarlane&amp;quot; title for 2011. Pretty impressive considering his competition was a newborn for a good portion of the year. But he has returned to the awesome little guy we know and love and is exclusively using the potty. &lt;br&gt;We had an awesome vacation camping with Erin, Nate, Cole, and Grant. Everyone thought we were nuts taking a 4 month old camping, but she loved it and we had a blast. &lt;br&gt;We survived 2 stomach bugs within 3 months and my anxiety was much better than expected. &lt;br&gt;Our families faced illness and all appear to have luckily won their battles. We welcomed Maura into the family and enjoy having a partner in crime for Ellen. &lt;br&gt;Fellow preemie moms experienced loss beyond words and we all cried together. We celebrated each milestone as our kids kicked prematurity&amp;#39;s butt. &lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t say that I&amp;#39;m sad to see 2011 go - it&amp;#39;s been a wild ride. Here&amp;#39;s to a boring 2012!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8416250337460673044?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8416250337460673044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8416250337460673044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8416250337460673044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8416250337460673044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The good. The bad. And the ugly.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-1533325379562296981</id><published>2011-12-05T13:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:20:58.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfSHI7iNC0o/Tt0Zmw-t04I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8Qjh5rb1UhE/s1600/photo-758892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfSHI7iNC0o/Tt0Zmw-t04I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8Qjh5rb1UhE/s320/photo-758892.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682726458585109378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is what an 8 day stomach bug + a weekend with guests + a newly potty trained 3 year old looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1533325379562296981?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/1533325379562296981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=1533325379562296981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1533325379562296981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1533325379562296981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/12/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfSHI7iNC0o/Tt0Zmw-t04I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8Qjh5rb1UhE/s72-c/photo-758892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8541301422104153035</id><published>2011-12-02T20:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:10:12.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday eve monkey</title><content type='html'>Ryan&amp;#39;s birthday will always be the best and worst day of my life. Which sucks. No one wants that. &lt;br&gt;This year has been easier. No dwelling on where I was last year or the year before. No crying. Just excitement about celebrating. &lt;br&gt;Until today. All of a sudden I wasn&amp;#39;t feeling very well. Then I was feeling awful. I was scared my stomach bug was back.   And then i was crying. Sobbing crying. I didn&amp;#39;t want to cancel. I didn&amp;#39;t want to miss ryan&amp;#39;s party. I didn&amp;#39;t want to screw up his third birthday the way I screwed up his day of birth. &lt;br&gt;and then it hit me - every time I think of anything about his birthday, I get nauseous. It is clearly anxiety. And in all the chaos of the last week, I didn&amp;#39;t have time to think about these milestones. Until they hit me all at once, like a ton of bricks. &lt;br&gt;I was alone in my hospital room 3 years ago tonight, hunkering down for another 7 weeks. Contemplating the holidays in antepartum and missing my pups. Changing my cell phone plan to include my blackberry as a wireless modem. And none of it mattered - my baby boy was here 24 hours later. &lt;br&gt;Tomorrow, instead of being bedridden in a hospital, scared out of my mind, I will be at ryan&amp;#39;s 3rd birthday party, watching him climb things and being scared of him falling. The sting of his prematurity will never go away, but it will always remind me of how lucky I am to have what I do today. &lt;br&gt;Happy birthday eve monkey man. I love you.  &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8541301422104153035?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8541301422104153035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8541301422104153035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8541301422104153035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8541301422104153035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-eve-monkey.html' title='Happy birthday eve monkey'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-5232439181568112097</id><published>2011-12-01T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:10:50.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pukefest 2011</title><content type='html'>is the title crass? yep. but honestly, it's way nicer than the actual experience was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of weeks ago, ryan got strep. there were 2 puke incidents. but then he was better! hooray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ellen puked twice on friday. oh well, all the kids at daycare had randomly thrown up at least once, so that must be her turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it became clear as day that we were under attack. no carpet, towel, sheet, clothing item, pet, or parent was safe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took ryan to his well doctor appointment on monday afternoon. he weighed in at a solid 39lbs and is 42 inches tall. his weight is off the chart, his height is all the way up by where you write your name on the chart. he got a clean bill of health, we got some noodles, he went to nap, i went to work in the office. &lt;br /&gt;and then it began - ryan began throwing up every 15-30 minutes. normally, especially after the incidents described above, i would freak out. my feet would immediately go numb and my stomach would be upset. instead, i handled it quite well. &lt;br /&gt;but then it didn't stop. around 8pm, there were small flecks of blood in his vomit. ok, i know what isn't supposed to be in vomit, and blood is one of them. i called our doctor and she suggested that he go to the ER. michael took him in and after a few doses of zofran and some ice chips, he finally stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then michael got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking ellen's had to have been friday, right? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked the kids up from daycare yesterday (which includes a very lengthy story about cleaning up even more puke that didn't belong to a mcfarlane, but that's for a different time) and i just had a feeling. it was the first time i was anxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to think anxiety might just be intuition instead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan puked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then ellen puked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to walgreens at 10:45pm to pick up some pedialyte for miss ellen as the bottle we already had was surely turned into baby poison immediately upon entering its 49th hour of hanging out in my fridge. the cashier told me to have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm at walgreens at 10:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;in sweatpants and glasses.&lt;br /&gt;buying only pedialyte.&lt;br /&gt;sir, i think it's safe to say that the "good day" ship has sailed and left me drowning in its wake. &lt;br /&gt;but i appreciate the sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is now 4:09pm on december 1st, and by my count, there has been no vomit in my life during the month of december. and, with a little luck and a lot of hand sanitizer, it will stay that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5232439181568112097?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5232439181568112097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=5232439181568112097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5232439181568112097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5232439181568112097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/12/pukefest-2011.html' title='pukefest 2011'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-7706172256136767671</id><published>2011-11-30T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:28:24.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the last thankful post</title><content type='html'>well, that's probably not true as i'm sure i'll be thankful for something again, but you know what i mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 25 - i am also thankful for tradition. instead of dwelling on the past, we now spend black friday decorating the tree. ryan LOVES the christmas tree. ellen seems to enjoy it as well. every ornament was "that's so pretty momma" and every placement was contemplated. granted, they all ended up in the same place, but he thought very hard about it. :) he picked a very bright, glittery red star for the top from target and loves it. &lt;br /&gt;we put our old, smaller tree in ryan's room and he loves it. there is no more innocent sight than a sleeping child in the light of christmas tree lights. &lt;br /&gt;as our family of 4 was decorating our tree and listening to christmas music in the house we've only dreamed of until now, i couldn't help but stop and think how wonderful life is. dreams can and do come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 26 - i am thankful for family. we have had lots of visitors in our new home and today we hosted my mom and dad, my mom's mom, and my dad's dad. it was fun showing them around our house and watching them interact with the kids. thanksgiving was great with grandpa mac and grandma sue, although the gravy was a bit salty... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 27 - i am thankful for ryan's sense of humor. it never ceases to amaze me what that kid comes up with. on thanksgiving, we were watching the macy's thanksgiving day parade and there was a funny commercial with justin bieber and a bunch of grown men screaming like little girls. i laughed and so ryan thought it was hilarious. for the rest of the day, whenever he would scream, we'd yell "justin bieber!" and he would laugh and laugh. eventually he asked us to scream and would yell "beef &amp; beaver!" which was even more hilarious. we spent about 30 minutes at the dinner table yelling. it's moments like those. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;day 28 - i am thankful we live so close to a wonderful childrens' hospital. ryan was throwing up quite a bit and so we took him in. they took great care of him and get everything under control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 29 - i am thankful for the television. michael and i were both sick with the same stomach bug and ran was kind enough to entertain himself almost exclusively the entire day. he even ventured into the playroom and played a bit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 30 - i am thankful that i made it through pukefest 2011. in the last 2 weeks, ryan has had 3 separate vomiting incidents, ellen has had 1, i have had 1, and michael has been quite queasy. i  have only had mild anxiety to this point and i am more than relieved. tonight has been a bit rough, but with the end in sight, i can live with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that, november draws to a close. bring on december!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-7706172256136767671?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/7706172256136767671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=7706172256136767671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7706172256136767671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7706172256136767671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-thankful-post.html' title='the last thankful post'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8597080069602938762</id><published>2011-11-24T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:37:38.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful - day 24</title><content type='html'>not only am i thankful for my kids as individuals, i'm thankful that i've been blessed with 2. when we were undergoing infertility treatments with ryan, it was difficult. i figured it wouldn't be so bad the second time around because at least we had ryan. in fact, it was harder. it killed me that i wasn't sure whether we'd be able to give him a sibling. and i thank god every day that we could.&lt;br /&gt;they way they look at each other is amazing. they have a bond that no one else can understand. tonight, ellen was crying (which is rare, i know, i'm lucky) and ryan dropped what he was doing and ryan into the room yelling "ellen's crying! it's an emergency!" i often catch him telling her she's pretty or that he loves her. and the way she looks at him is incredible. &lt;br /&gt;there are days when i wonder what i was thinking having 1 kid, no less 2. but then i see them together and it makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;happy thanksgiving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8597080069602938762?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8597080069602938762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8597080069602938762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8597080069602938762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8597080069602938762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-24.html' title='thankful - day 24'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8411826980827426880</id><published>2011-11-23T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:47:56.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful catch up!</title><content type='html'>Ryan got strep. I got a sore throat. After the sinus infection that came back 3 times. But enough with the excuses. &lt;p&gt;Day 14 - butler. He was my first baby. He has been with Michael and I since before we were Michael and I. &lt;p&gt;Day 15 - Molly. She is my first baby girl. She loves without condition and is understanding of my impatience. &lt;p&gt;Day 16 - I am thankful for the opportunity to have known all my grandparents and to have lived close to all of them. Every now and again there are things that pop up that remind me of the time I was blessed to spend with them. &lt;p&gt;Day 17 - I am thankful for my preemie momma friends. I have never met such a truly amazing and strong group of women. There&amp;#39;s something comforting to know that someone has your back, always. I may not love why we know each other, but I love that we do. &lt;p&gt;Day 18 - I love my house. It is exactly what I wanted. Everything in its place. Or at least it will be. &lt;p&gt;Day 19 - I am thankful for my friends. No matter how much tome has passed, it&amp;#39;s like we were together yesterday. &lt;p&gt;Day 20 - I am thankful to have been able to breastfeed as long as I have. Not so thankful for the pumping, but you win some, you lose some. &lt;p&gt;Day 21 - I am thankful I have a good job. Sometimes I get frustrated, but there are plenty of people that don&amp;#39;t have that luxury. &lt;p&gt;Day 22 - I am thankful for sweatpants. Ummmmm, comfy!&lt;p&gt;Day 23 - I&amp;#39;m thankful for good tv. Sometimes it&amp;#39;s nice to relax!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8411826980827426880?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8411826980827426880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8411826980827426880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8411826980827426880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8411826980827426880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-catch-up.html' title='Thankful catch up!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6986416142551358198</id><published>2011-11-13T07:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:33:53.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful-days 11-13</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to be thankful for!&lt;br&gt;- veterans. Andrew, my grandparents, and ryan (Daack) most of all. In the past few years, I&amp;#39;ve known several men who were deployed and have seen the effects of their absence on their families. I am also thankful for the selfless people who step up when these brave men and women go off to fight. &lt;br&gt;- my dad. It&amp;#39;s was his birthday on veterans&amp;#39; day. He is me, but in old man form. :) we don&amp;#39;t often fight, but when we do, it&amp;#39;s epic. I see so much of him in Ryan and I can&amp;#39;t imagine a better man for Ryan to emulate. &lt;br&gt;- days off. I get veterans&amp;#39; day off and so I spent the day with the kiddos. While I love my job (most days) and know I would be a terrible stay at home mom, it&amp;#39;s nice to have days where my only job is to take care of Ryan and Ellen. &lt;br&gt;- healthy babies! On of the amazing preemie mommies that I have the easier to know had her baby girl yesterday at 35 weeks and 2 days. While it might not seem like much, she fought for every minute that baby spent inside. And she has a beautiful, healthy baby girl who gets to room in. That might not seem like much, but for someone who hasn&amp;#39;t had that experience, it&amp;#39;s amazing. Congrats trish! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6986416142551358198?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6986416142551358198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6986416142551358198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6986416142551358198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6986416142551358198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-11-13.html' title='Thankful-days 11-13'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4361725638048809684</id><published>2011-11-10T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:23:39.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful days 9 &amp; 10</title><content type='html'>i am thankful for my bathtub. it's glorious. there's not much better than sitting in a warm tub with a gentle, cool breeze coming in from the outside. especially when the warm breeze smells like fireplace. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for mountain dew. not because of the caffeine, but because of the delicious taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4361725638048809684?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4361725638048809684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4361725638048809684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4361725638048809684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4361725638048809684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-9-10.html' title='thankful days 9 &amp; 10'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4236519157681736103</id><published>2011-11-08T19:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:47:38.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful 7 &amp; 8</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ll start with today, cause it&amp;#39;s shorter. &lt;br&gt;Tonight, I&amp;#39;m thankful for tub time. Tonight I climbed into the big tub with Ryan, Ellen, and some glow sticks. Add the jets and it&amp;#39;s a pretty good time. &lt;p&gt;Now, back to yesterday. I got a text from our daycare at about noon asking where ellen&amp;#39;s milk could be. Um, in my fridge because Michael forgot it. I started rushing around getting ready to go, all the while contemplating what I was going to say to Michael when I called him. And then I figured out where my keys were. In the back of the car. The locked car (in my only defense, Michael locked it, not me). So here I am. At home with no keys and a baby that needs milk any minute. I called Erin and she came to my rescue and let me borrow her van. Michael met me at daycare and gave me his key to my car. Ellen was none the wiser. &lt;br&gt;So yesterday I was thankful for Erin for saving me.  &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4236519157681736103?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4236519157681736103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4236519157681736103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4236519157681736103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4236519157681736103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-7-8.html' title='Thankful 7 &amp; 8'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8624992877183139966</id><published>2011-11-06T19:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:09:14.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth!</title><content type='html'>Ok, a tooth. Ellen&amp;#39;s first tooth finally popped through. With Ryan, he&amp;#39;d come home from daycare with a new tooth we never realized was coming. With Ellen, we&amp;#39;ve been waiting quite awhile. Her other bottom tooth shouldn&amp;#39;t be far behind! No more toothless babes in this house! &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8624992877183139966?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8624992877183139966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8624992877183139966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8624992877183139966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8624992877183139966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/teeth.html' title='Teeth!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6659005873560089670</id><published>2011-11-06T19:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:54:33.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful - days 5 &amp; 6</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was nuts and I was busy enjoying it, so no time to post. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was thankful for days like yesterday. We went to discovery world and had a great time. I love seeing the smile on ryan&amp;#39;s face when he&amp;#39;s really enjoying himself. I am thankful for family time. &lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for my parents. I&amp;#39;d go into detail about how they are the best parents ever, but you probably wouldn&amp;#39;t believe me and be all like, &amp;quot;no, my parents are better!&amp;quot; and you&amp;#39;d be wrong, so we&amp;#39;ll just skip it. You know, so you&amp;#39;re not embarrassed by being totally incorrect. :) but trust me, they rock. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6659005873560089670?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6659005873560089670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6659005873560089670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6659005873560089670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6659005873560089670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-6-7.html' title='Thankful - days 5 &amp; 6'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4895405245120095067</id><published>2011-11-04T22:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:38:26.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful - day 4</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for Michael. I am thankful that he didn&amp;#39;t give up on me when I was crazy the first or second times. I&amp;#39;m thankful that he pretends to care about reality tv couples when I tell him. I&amp;#39;m thankful that he is an amazing daddy. I&amp;#39;m thankful that he was so supportive during our fertility/nicu/preemie/fertility/newborn experience. I am thankful he is there to pick up the slack when Ryan is driving me insane. I am thankful that he takes the dogs out in the middle of the night. I&amp;#39;m thankful he worries I&amp;#39;m seriously injured when really I just sat weird and my back hurts. I&amp;#39;m thankful he knows what I&amp;#39;m thinking before I even tell him. I&amp;#39;m thankful he knows where the nalgene bottles go in every home we&amp;#39;ve ever had and is accepting of the fact that I have far too many. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m thankful he&amp;#39;s my partner. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4895405245120095067?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4895405245120095067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4895405245120095067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4895405245120095067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4895405245120095067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-4.html' title='Thankful - day 4'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4823843357009588030</id><published>2011-11-03T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:35:23.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt this program - thankful day 3</title><content type='html'>I was going to be thankful for Michael today (not that I&amp;#39;m not thankful for him, just that he&amp;#39;s not my thankful thing anymore), but something so outstanding happened that I had to veer from the scheduled thankfulness. &lt;br&gt;RYAN POOPED IN THE POTTY!!!!!&lt;br&gt;he has been potty trained #1 for a few weeks now but refused to poop in the potty. It finally came out last night that he was scared. Everything I read online said to just wait it out and he would do it on his own time. Seriously?! The entire internet and no one has a better plan than that? &lt;br&gt;So Michael and I talked tonight and hunkered down for a long, poopy-pants filled winter. &lt;br&gt;And then it happened. I was feeding Ellen. Micha was on the phone. And my not-quite-3 year old walked into the room and declared he had pooped on the potty. Michael verified and the celebrations commenced. Ryan is now the owner of 2 new trains and a lot of self-confidence. &lt;br&gt;So tonight I am thankful that Ryan overcame his fear of pooping on the potty. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4823843357009588030?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4823843357009588030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4823843357009588030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4823843357009588030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4823843357009588030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-interrupt-this-program-thankful-day.html' title='We interrupt this program - thankful day 3'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-5721238051069744775</id><published>2011-11-02T16:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:12:32.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful - day 2</title><content type='html'>These first couple of days are pretty easy. :)&lt;p&gt;Today I am thankful for my little boozer, Ellen. She is such a happy baby and I adore every inch of her. I love her for her laid back demeanor and the way she will play on her own for what seems like forever. I love her crazy hair. I love her beavis and butthead laugh. I love the way her nose crinkles when she smiles. I love the way she chews on her feet and the way hr legs go crazy when she&amp;#39;s excited about something. I love how she looks at her brother, as if he could do nothing wrong. I love how she feels when she&amp;#39;s sleeping on my chest. I love the way she &amp;quot;talks&amp;quot; herself to sleep. I love the way she looks in her strawberry tutu. I love every moment with my baby girl. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5721238051069744775?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5721238051069744775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=5721238051069744775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5721238051069744775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5721238051069744775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-2.html' title='Thankful - day 2'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-1056454233563621062</id><published>2011-11-01T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:48:51.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful - day 1</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s November and time to focus on being thankful for all I have. So, everyday will bring a new &amp;quot;thankful&amp;quot; blog post. Here it goes!&lt;p&gt;November 1 &lt;br&gt;Today I am thankful for Ryan. For his smile, his laugh, and his creativity. For the stories (however less-than-true they are) that he tells me in the car. For the way he looks at me when he knows he&amp;#39;s been naughty (I&amp;#39;ve seen a lot of that lately). For his independent streak. For the funny way he dances and does &amp;quot;tricks&amp;quot; to the chipmunk version of &amp;quot;shake your groove thing.&amp;quot;. For his incredible negotiation and reasoning skills. For every moment I have with him. No doubt, I love that guy. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1056454233563621062?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/1056454233563621062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=1056454233563621062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1056454233563621062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1056454233563621062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-1.html' title='Thankful - day 1'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8298111779832405083</id><published>2011-10-11T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T14:57:49.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>We are almost entirely moved in. Clothes are in dressers. Rugs are on the floor (lots of rugs! We have way more bathrooms now and i feel like I&amp;#39;m constantly at target buying more rugs and garbage cans!). Toys are everywhere, but you can still see the floor. The pups are running around like crazy, the way they did before when we had room. We actually lost Ryan (he was outside in the car) which is a problem we&amp;#39;ve never had (and won&amp;#39;t have again - the security system beeps if he opens the door). &lt;br&gt;We spent this past weekend enjoying life for the first time in what seems like forever. I played with Ellen on the floor. Michael worked outside. Ryan played. No driving to get this or that, nothing that needed to be done. The windows were open and there was a beautiful breeze. The sun was warm and bright. &lt;br&gt;This - this is what I have been working for. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8298111779832405083?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8298111779832405083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8298111779832405083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8298111779832405083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8298111779832405083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/10/aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.html' title='Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8662913378835253007</id><published>2011-09-24T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:53:37.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No fair</title><content type='html'>My heart is broken. A fellow preemie mom lost her little boy to SIDS this morning. He was playing and happy and then she found him unresponsive during his nap. My heart hurts for their loss and I cannot stop thinking about it. And the best I can come up with is "no fair." &lt;br /&gt;Today, all I care about is that my kids - my life - keep breathing. I don't care if Ryan screams for 15 minutes outside of pick n save or if Ellen gets up 20 times tonight. Because it means I still have them. &lt;br /&gt;It all just hurts my heart. Please keep Sara and her family in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8662913378835253007?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8662913378835253007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8662913378835253007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8662913378835253007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8662913378835253007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-fair.html' title='No fair'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4683618039924168283</id><published>2011-09-22T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:40:09.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>somethings gotta give</title><content type='html'>if there has been one theme to the last year, it's that you can't do it all. something eventually has to give.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm home sick. apparently, my body has quit. the sinus issues that i've had over the past week or so have finally taken over. my head hurts. my feet hurt. my hair hurts. so now i'm stuck on the couch, unable to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;we've all heard it - you can do anything you put your mind to. and i have really embraced that in my life. i have a husband, 2 kids, 2 dogs, a good job, and a nice house (which i hope to move into in the next week or so, but that's a whole different story). i use coupons to save money, i try to exercise, i love watching tv, and i'm interested in photography. and, of course, there's always that ever-lingering CPA exam....&lt;br /&gt;lately, especially with the house stuff coming to a head, i've realized something very important - when you try to do everything, nothing gets done well. my day starts at 6:30am and doesn't stop until 9pm. i make 1 trip to the house a day, usually pumping in the car on the way there or back. i work 8 hours. i try to spend quality time with both my husband and my kids. i'm exhausted at this point and haven't even considered things like laundry. &lt;br /&gt;having 2 working parents is more of a logistical challenge than i thought it would be. michael and i are both successful at what we do. but if we were both in positions that really pushed us to meet our potential, no one would be around for the kiddos. so instead, i work in a position that isn't necessarily my dream job, but is flexible and pays the bills. and honestly, being ryan and ellen's mommy is my dream job - everything else is secondary. &lt;br /&gt;soon our house will be done. we will be moved in and have enough space to really spread out. we will have a place for everything, which should make keeping an organized home a real possibility. there will be a schedule for cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;with the house off my plate (at least the building part), i should be able to refocus my priorities. i would love to do more preschool activities with ryan. i would love to spend more time playing on the floor with ellen. i would love to cook a meal every now and again. and those other things can wait. sure, i'm not wearing a fit CPA that wears a suit every day while working to defend people against tax injustices, but i get to play trains and put together alphabet floor puzzles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4683618039924168283?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4683618039924168283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4683618039924168283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4683618039924168283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4683618039924168283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/09/somethings-gotta-give.html' title='somethings gotta give'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-2225575498541565745</id><published>2011-09-03T07:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T07:59:37.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years ago</title><content type='html'>Six years ago today I woke up at my parents&amp;#39; house, got my hair and makeup done and married my best friend. &lt;p&gt;Today I woke up to Ryan calling for daddy and the overwhelming smell of poop and spent the next half hour cleaning up more poop than I&amp;#39;ve ever seen come out of one individual. &lt;p&gt;But today i&amp;#39;m more in love with Michael and life than I could even have imagined 6 years ago. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-2225575498541565745?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/2225575498541565745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=2225575498541565745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/2225575498541565745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/2225575498541565745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/09/6-years-ago.html' title='6 years ago'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-2301447506289932606</id><published>2011-08-25T19:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:04:23.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD study</title><content type='html'>I am currently participating in a study at UWM for OCD. It&amp;#39;s a computer program that works to help a person inhibit their brain from clicking a button. There have been 7 training sessions and I completed it today.&lt;br&gt;Then I got a text from daycare letting me know Ryan threw up. Cue crazy anxiety and mommy guilt for not being the best mom i feel I can in this situation. Four or so pukes later and I finally feel like I can breathe (3 hours later). I&amp;#39;m going to say that it didn&amp;#39;t really work. Darn it. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-2301447506289932606?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/2301447506289932606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=2301447506289932606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/2301447506289932606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/2301447506289932606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/08/ocd-study.html' title='OCD study'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-3838817781630150725</id><published>2011-08-12T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:53:34.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>I pumped for Ryan for 5 months. The intention was to give him frozen milk for the last month, but it didn&amp;#39;t smell right so Michael dumped it. He was supplemented with formula from day 1. I had no choice, the nicu just did it. And getting out of the nicu was more important than being exclusively breastfed.&lt;br&gt;Ellen has not had anything other than breastmilk. Well, except the barium for her upper gi, but that doesn&amp;#39;t count. I have been able to breastfeeding through a ridiculously painful injury that required the type of ointment they use on burn victims and nearly 12 weeks to heal.  It hasn&amp;#39;t been a walk in the park, but I think we finally have the hang of it. Enter a new challenge - pumping. &lt;br&gt;The first week back I pumped 1 ounce more than she took each day. Hooray! Second week - still and extra ounce! Third week - not so lucky. I am short an ounce a day. &lt;br&gt;So I asked my preemie mom friends for help. I have added a pumping in the morning, started taking motherslove more milk plus special blend (a combination of herbs), used the letdown button on my pump, added 5 minutes to my pumping session and am drinking more than I ever have. This morning my bladder hurt ( a lot really) from being too full. &lt;br&gt;Today I am back to making enough milk. I might accidentally drown myself in the process, but we&amp;#39;re getting there!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-3838817781630150725?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/3838817781630150725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=3838817781630150725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3838817781630150725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3838817781630150725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/08/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4187807984112650472</id><published>2011-07-31T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:44:52.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences</title><content type='html'>Before I even got pregnant with Ellen, I wondered how I could love her like I love Ryan. I know it's the cliche, but I was worried. I fought so hard for him, through infertility, high-risk pregnancy, and the nicu. I fught for every developmental milestone, every ounce of forumla eaten and everynounce of breast milk pumped. Ellen was kind enough to try to level the playing field by being equally difficult to conceive and by giving me a scare with bleeding at 17 weeks, but she listened to me and stayednout the whole 39 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And a girl?! How was I supposed to raise a girl? I know boys. After 8 boys in the family, a girl was a complete change. &lt;br /&gt;After almost 13 weeks (well, I realized it on day 1, but am writing it at 13 weeks), I can honestly say I wouldn't have it any other way. Ellen is so wonderfully different than Ryan. I love her just as much, but in a completely different way and for completely different reasons. &lt;br /&gt;When i look into ryan's eyes, i see myself. I see my sense of humor, my independent streak, my particularities. Ellen reminds me of her dad and everything I love about him. When I watch a wedding, I no longer think of my wedding, I think of hers. I wonder what it will be like and what her dress will look like. I know, however, that she will be the most beautiful bride ever. &lt;br /&gt;When inseethem together, I couldn't be happier. The way Ryan cares for her and worries about her and the way she looks at him and smiles is miraculous. Sometimes I can't believe they are mine. Each of them with their similarities and differences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4187807984112650472?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4187807984112650472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4187807984112650472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4187807984112650472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4187807984112650472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/07/differences.html' title='Differences'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-3727241727919682747</id><published>2011-07-29T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:14:01.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>kids</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile since i have updated on the kiddos, so here's a quick summary.&lt;br /&gt;ryan has been doing great. he has been very well behaved and is totally in love with construction equipment. i know more about what type of truck is what than i ever expected. he picked out a dolly for ellen at toys r us the other day and asked if we could buy it for her - i think my heart melted. witness the crazy lady with a 2 year old in toys r us with tears in her eyes. :)&lt;br /&gt;ellen is getting big. i tried to put her in 3 month jammies tonight and they were about an inch and a half short. i swear they fit the other day. good thing we stopped for some 6 month pjs on the way to iowa! she's been smiling a ton and babbling a lot. especially to her new dolly. she loves to sit up and enjoys sitting in the bumbo and watching what's going on. &lt;br /&gt;watching the 2 of them interact is the most amazing thing ever. to see the way she looks at ryan and to hear ryan talk to her so nicely is beyond what i could ever have imagined. i'm blessed beyond words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-3727241727919682747?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/3727241727919682747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=3727241727919682747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3727241727919682747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3727241727919682747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/07/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-342706347328492287</id><published>2011-07-29T21:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:09:25.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>week 3, days 2, 3, and 1 again</title><content type='html'>i finished week 3, although it took longer than it should have. with starting work again, it's been harder to find the time and motivation. &lt;br /&gt;i decided to repeat week 3 because week 4 looks scary. i did run 1 again yesterday (thank you to michael for telling me to go when i tried to back out) and it was probably the worst run i've had to date. i actually didn't make it through the 2nd 3 minute run. i stopped at about 2 minutes for 30 seconds, but i picked it back up and finished out my 3 minutes. ouch. i just felt heavy and not good.&lt;br /&gt;also, i left my ipod in iowa last weekend and so i've been running without it. it's amazing what music can do for a run. &lt;br /&gt;next time (tomorrow) will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-342706347328492287?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/342706347328492287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=342706347328492287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/342706347328492287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/342706347328492287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-3-days-2-3-and-1-again.html' title='week 3, days 2, 3, and 1 again'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-602875494438906418</id><published>2011-07-17T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:24:34.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><title type='text'>loopholes</title><content type='html'>ryan went on the potty at daycare last week! he was rewarded with a small toy backhoe. we told him that if he went potty on the potty again the next day, he could have a roller. (he is obsessed with construction equipment right now)&lt;br /&gt;when i went to pick him up, i asked if he had gone potty on the potty. he said yes and told me that he had tooted on the potty. when i told him that tooting didn't count, he looked at me like i was crazy and told me that he had tooted on the potty and he wanted his roller.&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when 2 lawyers have a kid. the next day the terms of the agreement were modified to state that he had to either pee or poop on the potty. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-602875494438906418?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/602875494438906418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=602875494438906418' title='0 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it took us to need to go to the emergency room for a true emergency. we've been in a couple of times for wheezing, but it wasn't quite so urgent. &lt;br /&gt;as ryan was preparing for his nap yesterday, he was jumping on his bed. well, as the song says, he fell off and bumped his head. he landed lip-first on the train table. there was blood EVERYWHERE. we weren't sure if he had bit through his lip and thought we should go in to check and see if he needed stitches. so we all hopped in the car, me in the back with the kids, and off we went to childrens' hospital of wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;ryan was crying pretty hard before we left. by the time we got to the car, he had calmed down significantly and was mostly just upset by the blood on his hands. we cleaned him up and he was mostly just shaken up.&lt;br /&gt;we were put into the world's hottest exam room where we waited and watched spongebob. given it was nap time, ryan was not at his best and got into everything. eventually we saw a nurse practitioner, a doctor, and another doctor before we decided that stitches weren't necessary. there were 2 wounds that could have used one, but odds are that he would have just bitten them out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;we finally made it home at 3, about 2 hours past naptime. ryan slept until 7:30 and is no worse for the wear today. he does have quite the battle wound though, making his already big lips even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is - no more monkeys jumping on the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4430879985813072961?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4430879985813072961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4430879985813072961' title='0 Comments'/><link 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running with me and the kiddos. we had a 90 second run, 90 second walk, 3 minute run, 3 minute walk, then repeat. the 3 minute runs hurt, a lot, but i got through them. i was honestly surprised that i could do it! &lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, it's not so nice out now and i'm having a hard time finding the motivation to go again. tomorrow is the day. week 3, day 2, watch out. i'm coming for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6719012080152594861?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6719012080152594861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6719012080152594861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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early) this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;ryan woke up in a terrible mood and we should have taken the hint. he would have nothing to do with the toilet. after 4 accidents, we quit. potty training 3.0 is scheduled for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;to date no other experience has made me feel more like i have no idea what i'm doing. i would rather shoot myself in the foot and chew tin foil than potty train this kid. but alas, he's in size 6 diapers and they don't go any bigger. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6409791965047102688?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6409791965047102688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6409791965047102688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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clubhouse (the one silver lining in this stupid apartment situation!) and they've gone pretty well. today i really pushed myself, increasing my walking speed to 3.5 and running the first 3 intervals at 5.0mph, the next 2 at 5.2, and the last one at 5.5mph. &lt;br /&gt;next week scares me. i don't remember the exact plan, but i know there's a 3 minute stretch in there! eek!&lt;br /&gt;now, if it could just cool down a smidge so i could run outside. although i think it's good for me to use the treadmill so i can better manage my pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-3061407945454246161?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/3061407945454246161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=3061407945454246161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3061407945454246161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3061407945454246161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-2-complete.html' title='week 2 complete!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-5858353811641122827</id><published>2011-07-07T16:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:26:01.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preemie'/><title type='text'>the one where i shamelessly go on and on about my amazing child</title><content type='html'>ryan's final NICU follow-up (30 month adjusted) was today. he scored well above his adjusted age at his last (18 month adjusted) appointment, but i figured it would be fun to see how far he's come.&lt;br /&gt;we met with the speech and occupational therapists and they worked with him together. the occupational therapist plays "games" with him, asking him to do things like stack blocks, put puzzles together, and thread a string through blocks. at the same time, the speech therapist is asking him questions about the objects and talking to him about pictures. &lt;br /&gt;he scored at 35 months in occupational and receptive speech (listening) and at 42 months in expressive speech (talking). 42 MONTHS - that's a 3.5 year old, a year older than his actual age. pretty impressive to be a year ahead when you've only got 2.5 years under your belt.  the speech therapist said that he would have likely scored higher on the receptive speech but he was more interested in the "games" that the occupational therapist had. :) &lt;br /&gt;the doctor said that we are not only on track to having the biggest preemie ever, but also the smartest. i couldn't agree more! :)&lt;br /&gt;in observing his time with the therapists i noticed that he definitely gets bored when he's not challenged. he was sitting back in his chair with an "are you kidding me" look on his face during a large part of the speech therapy portion. at one point, as they were asking him to name the color of specific crayons, he started giving intentional wrong answers and then correcting himself when the therapist moved on without doing so. apparently he's a smartass in addition to being a smart little dude. but it gives me insight into what we need to keep in mind when school starts. &lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be more proud of my little man. he was on his best behavior, used his manners, and obviously cooperated for the therapists. ryan has kicked prematurity's ass. i wish i could take credit for his growth and development, but i honestly think it is mostly him. he's a strong, independent, strong-willed person. he has come so far and this only goes to show that the sky is the limit. &lt;br /&gt;congratulations ryan on your NICU follow-up graduation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5858353811641122827?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5858353811641122827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=5858353811641122827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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been a challenge in ways i never would have thought. for instance, as ryan and i were driving to his NICU follow-up today, he suddenly started crying and saying his penis hurt. not having a penis, i didn't really know what to do or what questions to ask. so i decided the best thing to do would be to pull over and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;turns out his diaper leaked and he was soaked. he tends to drink insane amounts of liquid and then fill his diaper so quickly that it doesn't stand a chance against the pee machine. &lt;br /&gt;of course, i didn't bring extra shorts. and so began the creative problem solving that i've found myself engaged in quite a bit in the last 2.5 years. thank goodness there was a target nearby - new shorts! problem solved, right? nope. ryan didn't have any pants on. if he was a year or so, i could swing taking him into a store without pants, but he's a gigantic 2.5 year old, so that wasn't going to work. &lt;br /&gt;so i did something i never thought i would - i left him in the car alone. i offered him the choice of putting his yucky pants back on and coming in or staying in the car. he chose to stay behind (don't blame him there!). i rolled down the window, gave him a book, instructed him not to move a muscle, locked the doors, and ran like the wind. &lt;br /&gt;my best parenting moment? no. but sometimes you do what you've gotta do. he was psyched to get new orange shorts and doesn't appear to be permanently scarred. crisis adverted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8761861363103866699?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8761861363103866699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8761861363103866699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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her appointment yesterday she weighed in at 10lbs, 3oz and is 24 inches long. which puts her in the 25th percentile for weight and the 95th for height. tall and skinny like her daddy! she is meeting all of her milestones and the doctor says she looks great. i totally agree. :)&lt;br /&gt;she started sleeping through the night (10/11pm to 5/6am) last week and it's been great. now we just need to work on transitioning her to sleeping on her back. we got a prescription for some reflux meds from the doctor, so hopefully that will help. she doesn't spit up a lot, but she has a lot of drool and grunts quite a bit when she's flat on her back. it's just a theory, but we'll see how it plays out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-7598808137416245647?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8096101924377462290</id><published>2011-07-06T12:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:26:56.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>week 1 - day 3 and week 2 - day 1</title><content type='html'>i love day 3, finally i can see some results! because it is finally summer here in wisconsin, i had to do day 3 in the clubhouse on the treadmill. it was great and i felt great afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;today i did week 2 - day 1 with ellen in the jogger. we walked and dropped ryan off at daycare and then started on our run. run for 90 seconds, walk for 2 minutes. 90 seconds doesn't sound much longer than a minute, but it sure feels like it! it was definitely difficult and a challenge to push through, but we made it. i made a new playlist for my ipod, so that was helpful i think. &lt;br /&gt;i am excited to try day 2 and see if it's easier or harder than last week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8096101924377462290?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8096101924377462290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8096101924377462290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8096101924377462290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8096101924377462290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-1-day-3-and-week-2-day-1.html' title='week 1 - day 3 and week 2 - day 1'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8770409796620527748</id><published>2011-07-01T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:27:04.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Week 1 day 2</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said day 1 hurt? I forgot that day 2 is always way worse. You're still sore from day 1 and your body now remembers that it hurts to run. But I did it. All 8 intervals even though I was dying by number 5. Ellen didn't even freak out. Onto day 3!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8770409796620527748?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8770409796620527748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8770409796620527748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8770409796620527748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8770409796620527748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-1-day-2.html' title='Week 1 day 2'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6829899093451409963</id><published>2011-06-28T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:27:19.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>week 1 - day 1</title><content type='html'>one of my "by the time i turn 31" goals is to run a 5k. being pregnant, especially high risk, derailed that plan a bit. but now that i'm 8 weeks postpartum, i'm back on the bandwagon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan to check in after every workout. accountability and stuff. i was going to include a weight diary, but then i remembered that losing weight is not my goal (although it would be a welcomed side effect) - my goal is to be healthy and fit. so instead i took my picture in the mirror and will take an updated picture each week. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'm going with the couch to 5k program. week 1 is a 5 minute warm up, 60 seconds of running, 90 seconds of walking. sounds easy, eh? yeah, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to spend today hydrating and then start tomorrow, but realized it's time to be done with excuses and procrastination. and i spent a bunch of money on a rocking jogging stroller and some good sports bras, so it's too late to change my mind! i loaded up ellen in the stroller (with adequate head support of course) and off we went to run and get monkey from daycare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first interval sucked. hard. i swear, i could feel my butt jiggling. it almost seemed as if it would hit the sidewalk. ick. i also learned that i tend to lean on the jogging stroller, which is a problem when my cargo only weighs about 9lbs. no more leaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made it through all 8 intervals. for comparisons sake, the first time i started the program (last summer), i could only make it through 5 intervals the first day. was it hard? you bet. but i did it. i ended feeling energized and proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;the first step is the hardest - onto day 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6829899093451409963?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6829899093451409963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6829899093451409963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6829899093451409963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6829899093451409963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-1-day-1.html' title='week 1 - day 1'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-544088271557609272</id><published>2011-06-21T15:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:27:27.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><title type='text'>stupid.</title><content type='html'>the other day ryan called me stupid. i was in the kitchen getting him some milk or juice and he just all of a sudden said "mommy, you stupid." out of no where. we weren't fighting, i hadn't just told him no. it came across as nothing more than an observation. &lt;br /&gt;my immediate reaction was "how dare he call me stupid!" then i thought about it. mean, yes. wrong, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i've ever been legitimately called stupid. i've always excelled in academic situations and have always been at the top of the class. but here i was, standing in the kitchen, completely offended by a 2 year old. &lt;br /&gt;sure, i can do individual income taxes in my sleep. i discuss rules of evidence while watching legal shows with michael. i once created a 2 variable algebra equation to figure out the optimal amount of formula to buy with my coupons. i can read a book in record time. i have a ton of degrees. i can calculate shareholder basis in section 351 situations. &lt;br /&gt;yet ryan doesn't care about any of that. all he knows is that i'm his mommy. and to him, i'm sure i do come across as stupid sometimes. i can't even count the amount of times i've looked at one of my kids and the only thing i could say was "i got nothin'." &lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to get ryan to stop turning into a crazy person about once a week. i took ellen to urgent care about 2 hours after we got home from the hospital because i was worried about her breathing, only to find out she was 100% fine. i've said things i shouldn't, done things i shouldn't, and not done things i should have. &lt;br /&gt;i've made my mistakes, but i'm trying the best i can. in the meantime, i imagine this isn't the last time ryan (or ellen for that matter) will think i'm stupid. &lt;br /&gt;PS. i did explain to ryan that "stupid" is a naughty word and that it hurt mommy's feelings. he also got a time out. a few days later, he started to call michael stupid and caught himself mid-word and stopped. success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-544088271557609272?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/544088271557609272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=544088271557609272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/544088271557609272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/544088271557609272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/06/stupid.html' title='stupid.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-1742452976495475890</id><published>2011-05-27T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:27:36.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>baby #3 - the house</title><content type='html'>now that we have the birthing of the children out of the way, we're onto our 3rd baby - our new house.&lt;br /&gt;we started thinking about building when we were in colorado, before we were even married. we've been considering builders in WI since we moved here. i started agressively pursuing getting this house built as soon as we had an accepted offer. here we are, about 6 months later, and we finally have a hole in the ground. the funny thing is, it should only take about 3 to 3.5 months to actually build the house. &lt;br /&gt;they broke ground on wednesday unexpectedly. apparently the excavator had to delay a different project because of the rain and so we got bumped up. good news! then today i got a phone call that our foundation pouring will be delayed because of questionable soil conditions. bad news. unfortunately, the soil condition is the only thing that we don't have covered in our contract - any additional costs are ours. the only redeeming news is that the excavator didn't see a problem and we're hopeful the engineer will tell us the same. of course, not until we pay him $500 to do so.&lt;br /&gt;i also found out today that one of our neighbors is ticked about us building a 2 story and told the builder they were trying to stop us. the lot was originally slated to be a 1 story lot and we had to have the subdivision requirements amended to build a 2 story. the neighbor that disagrees is from across the street - not part of the subdivision. she said the lot was zoned for 1 story. unfortunately for her, zoning doesn't specify an amount of stories, it just lays out a maximum height, which we are less than. so she's full of bologna. can't wait to trick or treat at her house. welcome to the neighborhood....&lt;br /&gt;so now we wait. the engineer is coming this weekend and hopefully he'll say we're fine and we'll have a foundation and be back on track next week. but then again, who am i kidding, that's not how we roll! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1742452976495475890?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/1742452976495475890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=1742452976495475890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1742452976495475890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1742452976495475890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-3-house.html' title='baby #3 - the house'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-5914496242908738664</id><published>2011-05-24T14:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:27:46.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ellen'/><title type='text'>Welcome Ellen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vj8Zhai7uZs/TdwGwtpMrVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xECztZC7b7Q/s1600/IMG_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vj8Zhai7uZs/TdwGwtpMrVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xECztZC7b7Q/s200/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610366669752675666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Avenarius McFarlane joined our family on May 2nd at 7:57am, exactly as planned. she weighed in at 7lbs, 6oz and was 20in long. now she's pushing 8lbs and was 21in at her last appointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birth day went beautifully. the night before we dropped ryan off with auntie erin and i said a very tearful goodbye. michael and i spent the evening going out for sushi and watching the town. oh yeah, and giving molly's ear a bath cause she was stinky. :) michael barely slept and i did surprisingly well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were up and at'em very early on the 2nd. we hung out in triage for awhile, which felt like forever. at 7:30 on the dot, the nurses came to get me. i walked down the hall by myself and into the operating room. a far cry from my very quick trip down the hall in a hospital bed with ryan. it's amazing what a little anticipation can do for a situation. i had about 10 minutes to freak out about ryan coming, i had 39 weeks with ellen. i must have looked scared out of my mind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor placed the spinal and we were good to go. i had a bout of nausea early on, so the doc gave me a 2nd anti-nausea medicine, which made me feel loopy. it wasn't long before ellen joined our family. she made 2 squaks and that was it. michael joined her as she was cleaned up and finally brought her over. beautiful. there are no words to describe those first few moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, the rest of the surgery was a bit sucky for me. i was shaky and loopy and couldn't keep my eyes open. not too many people can say they fell asleep during their c-section! recovery was a bit hazy as well. shaking a ton, falling asleep. they gave me demerol, which also made me sleepy. finally i got to the point where i could keep it together and i got to hold my peanut. she latched immediately and we haven't looked back since. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recovery was awesome. my pain never went above a 3 and we got out after 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment ryan met ellen was everything i hoped for. unfortunately, the respitory therapist decided that was the moment she wanted to teach me to use the funny blowing machine, so i missed quite a bit of it. thank goodness for stephanie, our photographer - she caught everything on film. our photographs from those first few hours are priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough for now. i'm going to go back to snuggling my baby girl. i'm trying to take in every moment and remember every noise, every smell, everything. this time i know how quickly everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's our preview video from the photoshoot - http://animoto.com/play/t1iW79mAgacexkyxxhsZ2Q?utm_content=main_link&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5914496242908738664?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5914496242908738664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=5914496242908738664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5914496242908738664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5914496242908738664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/05/welcome-ellen.html' title='Welcome Ellen!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vj8Zhai7uZs/TdwGwtpMrVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xECztZC7b7Q/s72-c/IMG_0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-1576328744333221620</id><published>2011-04-27T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:23:21.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>38 weeks - the last pregnant post!</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 38 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: i don't want to talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: i go to bed about 10-10:30. i get up at 11:30, 12:30, and 1:30 to go to the bathroom. at my 12:30 awakening, i flip to laying on my right side. lather, rinse, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: anxious to meet this little one! the doctor said today that she wasn't engaged yet, but you could have fooled me - my pelvis hurts SOOO bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: nothing specific really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: i've had a sore throat the last few days, which sucks. and everything hurts. but we're in the home stretch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: a little bit less this time. we did a non-stress test today (about 30 minutes on the heart monitor) and she looks perfect though, so she must just be running out of room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: imagine a whale that walks like a penguin. yep, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: monday at 5:30am for our scheduled c-section at 7:30!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i can't wait to meet our daughter (i think that's the first time i've referred to her as that. i remember the first time called ryan my son - it's amazing what emotions a word can bring), i'm find myself feeling sad that our time with just monkey is ending. as we sit around and play or are being silly before bed, it will all of a sudden hit me that our days as a family of 3 are numbered. while i know that this next stage of the journey will be even better, i still will miss this time with just him.  he and i will always have a special bond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP's birthday is scheduled to be a pretty exciting day. we're having cupcakes delivered to the hospital (i had a coupon) and have a wonderful photographer coming to document our first few moments with our baby girl. most importantly, she will be there to capture the moment ryan meets his little sister. i'm blesssed to have a picture of the best moment of my life to date - the moment we brought ryan home from the hospital and we were all together on the couch in our house. i have a feeling the moment that my children meet will be equally special, if not more. i can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1576328744333221620?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/1576328744333221620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=1576328744333221620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1576328744333221620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1576328744333221620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/04/38-weeks-last-pregnant-post.html' title='38 weeks - the last pregnant post!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4908249754707727070</id><published>2011-04-20T07:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T07:31:53.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the one where i complain...</title><content type='html'>i am a very, very lucky person. not much comes easily around here, but eventually it all works out. i have the most amazing husband, a beautiful baby boy, a baby girl on the way, and am *thisclose* to having my dream house. i have a wonderful support system and a fairly stable job (although the last few weeks have been a bit sketchy - thank you congress).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said, being 37 weeks pregnant while caring for a 2 year old and building a house is HARD. not a little bit hard, a lot a bit hard. if i had to choose, i would choose this path over the NICU path every single time, but that's not making this path any easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a lot to do. i have at least 1, if not 2 meetings scheduled every day between now and wednesday. drop off the builders risk insurance check, copy the HUD statement and deliver it, OB appointment, chiro appointment, closing, get a subsoil guarantee, pick out colors, meet with the photographer, blah, blah, blah. as my body grows more and more tired, i find myself with more and more on my plate. not to mention, i have to get my work inventory ready for someone else to take over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not what we planned. we put our house on the market nearly a year before we sold it. it took us awhile to get pregnant again. i started working on building our house as soon as we found out we sold. yet here we are, closing less than a week before our baby girl is scheduled to debut. fingers crossed that she doesn't have the same interest in being dramatic as her brother and that she stays put until her scheduled arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, this pregnancy stuff hurts. my pelvic bone cracks when i move after sitting in one position for too long. i didn't even know that was possible. the nausea has returned. last night was not pretty - i'll spare you the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, to add insult to injury, my OCD is in hyperdrive. i wonder constantly if what i'm feeling is normal or if something is wrong. why am i nauseous? am i sick? is ryan going to get sick? OMG, i can't handle being sick right now, i'm too busy. and i can't even consider ryan being sick. i'm hopeful that when my hormones settle down my OCD will return to it's manageable level. at this point, i'm constantly worried that ryan is sick. constantly. if he is staring at the TV, i'm worried. if he doesn't eat a huge dinner, i worry. if he coughs, i worry. if he's quiet, i worry. the worry consumes me and i'm anxious for it to stop, or at least return to the point where i'm only freaking out when there's actually something to freak out about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough complaining i think. this last couple of weeks is a marathon and we're nearing the finish line. i have no doubt that the rewards will be worth the effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4908249754707727070?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4908249754707727070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4908249754707727070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4908249754707727070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4908249754707727070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-where-i-complain.html' title='the one where i complain...'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6739216055661964264</id><published>2011-04-18T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:15:43.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FULL TERM</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 37 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: i don't want to talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: a few nights i was awake for a good long time because of reflux. ouch. other than that and some pretty sore hips, not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: relief! i finally get to see what being full term feels like. as it turns out, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: raspberry sundaes from culvers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: being full term is playing games with my OCD. i have NO IDEA what going into labor feels like and therefore i'm always wondering if what i feel is normal. as it turns out, one of my *favorite* OCD quirks is that i can make myself feel pretty much any symptom. pain in the upper right quad? well, now that you mention it, i did feel a twinge last tuesday. so that's been fun. i can only imagine the fun my doctor and i will have together in the next 14 days. thank goodness he's understanding and patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: lots and lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: imagine a whale that walks like a penguin. yep, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: tomorrow at 37w1d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6739216055661964264?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6739216055661964264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6739216055661964264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6739216055661964264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6739216055661964264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/04/full-term.html' title='FULL TERM'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6768700791662642263</id><published>2011-04-11T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:59:29.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>angels</title><content type='html'>ryan is named after one of my best friends from high school. since my friend passed away, i've been blessed to be reminded of him every so often, usually when i need some reassurance that everything will be ok. for instance, the day i first had bleeding with ryan, i heard the five for fighting song "superman" playing at TJ Max. given that this was in 2008 and the song hadn't been popular for awhile, i knew it was ryan, letting me know i didn't need to worry. blond haired, blue eyed kiddos in superman shirts tend to show up at the most random times as well (not counting my blond haired blue eyed little dude). &lt;br /&gt;when ryan was first born, as is the case with most preemies, he laid in his isolette with his arms outstretched and bent, as if he was signaling a touchdown. i know in my heart that he had 2 angels standing on either side of him - ryan and my grandma avenarius. i believe all preemies lay that way because they need the help of their special angels.&lt;br /&gt;i've explained to ryan many times that he has 2 special angels. when he lost his balloon outside and it flew up into the sky, i told him it flew to his special angels. when we hear the superman song, i remind him that that means his angels are watching over him. &lt;br /&gt;last night, as i laid next to him in his bed and he was drifting between sleep and awake, he was telling me all about his angels. i couldn't understand most of what he was saying, but it warmed my heart to hear that he knows about his angels and that he is loved. when i relayed the story to michael, he told me that ryan often talks of his angels.&lt;br /&gt;it brings tears to my eyes to know that ryan, on one level or another, understands that these ever-so-special people are part of his life as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6768700791662642263?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6768700791662642263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6768700791662642263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6768700791662642263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6768700791662642263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/04/angels.html' title='angels'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-7325154489863464346</id><published>2011-04-10T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:58:14.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twins?!</title><content type='html'>according to the checkout lady at target, i'm having twins! when i told her that i was quite positive that wasn't the case, she asked if i was sure. i think after upwards of 5 ultrasounds i can pretty confidently say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQAwMGlwklg/TaInzoCORuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZpCHe_W5yPA/s1600/IMG_6152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQAwMGlwklg/TaInzoCORuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZpCHe_W5yPA/s200/IMG_6152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594077455021131490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 weeks, 6 days pregnant (with ONE baby)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-7325154489863464346?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/7325154489863464346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=7325154489863464346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7325154489863464346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7325154489863464346'/><link 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didn't fall into place. the new goal is 36 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i have lists - a list of dinners, a list for the hospital bag, a list for ryan's bag, a list for what needs to be done, a list for work stuff that needs to be done. a list of lists. &lt;br /&gt;we've been slowly making progress - a load of laundry here, a bag packed there, but still had a lot of things to do as of today. and as i get bigger, my motivation gets smaller and smaller. &lt;br /&gt;it seems i forgot all the important things in storage - 4oz bottles, the bassinet portion of the pack n play (aka baby OP's crib), hooded towels. all that planning, and i forgot the things related to food, bathing, and sleeping. oops! my sister came through on her hooded towels and pack n play and i used a couple of amazon coupons to get more 4oz bottles. if she's anything like her brother, she won't need the for long anyways. and hopefully she'll take to breastfeeding and bottles won't be as much a part of our day to day lives.&lt;br /&gt;today i packed monkey's bag for his sleepover at auntie erin's on may 1st. it was bittersweet packing his big brother shirts into his big boy suitcase. that night will sting a little bit - it will be the last night it's just him. the last night he has 100% of my attention as we eat dinner, take a bath, say our prayers, sing our songs, and cuddle. but bigger and better things are ahead of us. he's so excited to meet his big sister - he's always telling us what she likes (songs) and what she doesn't like, who likes her and who doesn't, and that she makes chocolate (i'm pretty psyched about that!). today he bought her a present - a new blankie and a violet (leapfrog puppy) just like his. on the way home today he told me he was going to snuggle and kiss and sing to his little sister. he's going to be a great big brother and i can't wait to see my little ones together. &lt;br /&gt;next up was cleaning out the top drawer of nightstand. leaky gripe water is icky. we got new tylenol (the target brand cause i'm still mad at target for making me replace all my tylenol!) and gas drops. they are in place and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;we installed the car seats. i'm not going to lie - 2 car seats in my honda pilot is kind of scary. we moved ryan over to behind the driver and i hope he doesn't freak out. the passenger seat is way up and i look forward to 6 months or so of squished riding. :) &lt;br /&gt;we still have what seems like miles to go - set up the pack n play, set up pumping (i'm going to try to start early to establish a good supply this time), pack my bag, etc. we have 21 rings left on our paper chain until we're a family of 4. (well, 20 rings, ryan took 2 off today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6446872783090036925?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6446872783090036925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6446872783090036925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6446872783090036925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6446872783090036925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/04/nesting-without-nest.html' title='nesting without a nest'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4967218777651463736</id><published>2011-04-05T16:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:50:21.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>35 weeks</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 35 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: i weighed myself once since the last OB appointment. it scared me, so i'm in the denial stage now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: this takes tired to a whole new level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: anxious. 3 weeks and 6 days from now i'll have 2 kiddos. there is a lot to do between now and then!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: raspberry sundaes from culvers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: good, although i'm in way more pain than i thought i would be. apparently my body didn't get the memo that it doesn't need to widen for birth. oh well, the days are numbered! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: lots and lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: i honestly think that it's going to sound like a balloon popping when they cut into me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: april 6th. i will be 35 weeks, 2 days. they're calling it my 34 week appointment....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4967218777651463736?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4967218777651463736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4967218777651463736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4967218777651463736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4967218777651463736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/04/35-weeks.html' title='35 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-280306489126195953</id><published>2011-04-02T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:35:24.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>today has been painful. my stomach hurts. my butt hurts. my neck hurts. everything hurts. putting my shoes on is a joke. i have found myself wishing for warmer weather, just so i can wear slip on shoes! but alas, 4 weeks more to go. i foresee much more time on the couch in the near future.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend has been awesome. scott and jess (www.scottandjessica.net) came to visit and have our annual tax party. they got in at dinner time last night and we enjoyed some great company, complete with conversations about the judical retention election in iowa. this morning we drove around and looked at the lots we like (still no decision on whether we'll be able to get the lot we have an accepted offer for!), which was doubly productive as michael thought our 2nd choice lot was actually totally different than the lot that is actually our 2nd choice. lunch at la fuente (can't go wrong there!), watched tangled while monkey slept, played in scott's TT, and did some sliding. good times with lots of laughs. kind of makes me miss college. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan has been amazing. he's in a great mood and it's been awesome. tonight he hung out with me when i was taking a bath (trying to ease the pain!) and we sang and talked and had a great time. afterwards, he climbed in with me to get clean and we had quite the splashfest. he kept dumping cups of water over my head. it was a mess, but there was no way i was going to stop him. that's what pure joy feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one final thought - as i was sitting around the other day, i was contemplating bringing the baby home from the hospital. is it better to have ryan home or to have ryan at daycare so we can get settled? i thought about how exciting it would be for us to go to the hospital and bring home his little sister. i was picturing everything in my head. until i remembered that babies generally come home with their mommies - i'm not going to be here to go to the hospital with him. i'm not going to come home and then go back to get my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-280306489126195953?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/280306489126195953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=280306489126195953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/280306489126195953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/280306489126195953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8652333380033086129</id><published>2011-03-29T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:54:06.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 34 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: i gained 10lbs between 28 and 32 weeks! holy bologna! i'm up 5lbs overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: i'm tired. a lot. but generally sleeping pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: anxious. i can't believe she's coming in less than 5 weeks. 5 weeks sounds so much less than 6.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: raspberry sundaes from culvers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: lots and lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: way bigger than i ever was with ryan. all sorts of strangers are asking when i'm due. and one kid at volunteer taxes that asked if i was pregnant. i should have said no. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: april 6th. i will be 35 weeks, 2 days. they're calling it my 34 week appointment....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8652333380033086129?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8652333380033086129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8652333380033086129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8652333380033086129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8652333380033086129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/03/34-weeks.html' title='34 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-5486476559682424113</id><published>2011-03-29T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:49:34.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>i think the root of my OCD fears is lack of control. vomiting and other bodily functions are largely involuntary - they are hard to predict and even harder to control. i like to be in control. therefore, it freaks me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my OCD has been considerably worse since having ryan. when you think about it, it makes sense - my body, without any warning and completely unpredictably, began bleeding excessively. then my gallbladder failed and caused me pain like i had never known, again completely unpredictably. then my gallbladder surgery caused disruptions with my digestive track which made the next 8 months very difficult. in less than a year, i went from a fairly healthy person to having all sorts of difficult, painful, unpredictable medical issues. (disclaimer - i know that my conditions are all very minimal in comparison to the issues others face every day. my descriptoin of the conditions as difficult are in relationship to their affect on my OCD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the last few months of my pregnancy, i have felt my symptoms getting worse. there is residual trauma from ryan's stomach bug earlier this winter. i find myself watching him very carefully, looking for signs that he is going to be sick. is he eating normally? is he acting normal? is he burping more than usual? coughing more than usual? and he's taken to telling me his stomach hurts and then smiling - now that's what i call exposure therapy! it breaks my heart - i'm scared of my kid. i have to stop myself from running away. i am scared to lay next to him, sit next to him, cuddle him. i do it anyways and michael kindly reminds me that ryan has no idea, but that's not the point. i'm his mom and i should willingly be there to comfort him in all situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that the symptoms are worsening, there is nothing i can do. i can't take my "emergency pill." i can't up my meds. therapy has proven largely ineffective. so i'm trying something new - acupuncture. will it work? is it all just a bunch of hocus pocus? how exactly is looking at my tongue going to help anything? i don't know. i know that i can't describe my OCD without tearing up. and i know that i owe it to myself, michael, ryan, and baby OP to try everything i can to return to normalcy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to hope - hope that i can beat this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5486476559682424113?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5486476559682424113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=5486476559682424113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5486476559682424113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5486476559682424113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-9081688951831158144</id><published>2011-03-20T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T20:14:56.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks, 6 days, 20 hours, and 12 minutes</title><content type='html'>at 8:12pm tonight, march 20th, 2011, i will officially be more pregnant than i have ever been. while some moms may look at this milestone as a nuisance, i couldn't be happier. i couldn't be happier that my tailbone hurts when i walk. i couldn't be happier that the cup of macaroni and cheese i had for dinner felt like a 4 course meal in my already swollen belly. i couldn't be happier that i'm not sleeping as well, but am exhausted almost all the time. because my baby girl, tonight, at 8:12pm, will have been inside of me for longer than ryan had the opportunity to be. &lt;br /&gt;every single moment counts. every week, every day, every hour, every minute, every second gives my baby a better chance of avoiding all of the problems we saw with ryan - the reflux, the immature lungs, the (temporary) concern over weight gain and developmental milestones. &lt;br /&gt;i've been watching the clock all day - remember where i was, what i was doing, how i was feeling. at 1pm, i remembered calling michael - i was crying so hard i could barely speak. at 6pm, i remembered sending michael to get the pups and take them to daycare for the night. at 7pm, i remembered the contractions starting and being very quickly rushed to the OR for an emergency c-section. my how things are different this time. this time, i'm sitting on the couch, having spent the evening eating mac n cheese and watching monsters inc with my cranky, decided-to-skip-a-nap 2 year old. &lt;br /&gt;this is the point at which their stories diverge. the point at which i have no idea what i'm doing, regardless of the 2 year old i'm chasing.&lt;br /&gt;in honor of this day, this hour, this minute, i ask that you consider donating to the march of dimes march for babies. the walk will take place on april 30th. obviously i won't be walking/waddling, but michael and ryan will be! i i'll likely hang out back at the start and do some volunteering. :) our team website is http://www.marchforbabies.org/team/t1534699. this year we are asking people to make a donation of $32 - a $1 celebration for each week i was pregnant with ryan and now have been pregnant with his little sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-9081688951831158144?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/9081688951831158144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=9081688951831158144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/9081688951831158144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/9081688951831158144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/03/32-weeks-6-days-20-hours-and-12-minutes.html' title='32 weeks, 6 days, 20 hours, and 12 minutes'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8177175890211106859</id><published>2011-03-11T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:38:16.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>31 weeks</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 31 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: this weight gain brought to you by the girl scouts of america...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: sleeping, but still tired. ryan's not a big fan of mommy sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: emotional, hormonal, moody, nostalgic, all sorts of fun over here!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: and we've moved on to egg salad sandwiches for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: good, although my stomach has been hurting quite a bit lately. apparently i'm stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: lots and lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: way bigger than i ever was with ryan. all sorts of strangers are asking when i'm due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: march 18th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8177175890211106859?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8177175890211106859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8177175890211106859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8177175890211106859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8177175890211106859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/03/31-weeks.html' title='31 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-5160288770615473569</id><published>2011-03-04T08:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:17:19.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>last night i had a dream that i was almost 36 weeks pregnant. i was standing in our bathroom, looking in the mirror, and thinking to myself that i could actually go into labor at any time. it was the first time that i, awake or sleeping, considered the possibility of actually going into labor. strange for someone who has already had a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5160288770615473569?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5160288770615473569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=5160288770615473569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5160288770615473569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5160288770615473569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-3697088962855230634</id><published>2011-03-03T13:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:47:01.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 30 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: i'm thinking i've gained some, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: same, it seems i need much more nowadays though. exhaustion sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: emotional. the house stuff is really getting to me and taking it's toll on my mood. i've also been nesting a ton, i figured i should get some stuff together before this baby comes to live with us in our tiny apartment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: peanut butter and raspberry jelly sandwichs and doritos for lunch. every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: she moves so much more than ryan! and the rib pain that comes with it is awful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: picture an elephant. that's pretty much me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: march 18th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-3697088962855230634?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/3697088962855230634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=3697088962855230634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3697088962855230634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3697088962855230634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-weeks.html' title='30 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-5815205311802900653</id><published>2011-02-21T18:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:32:21.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>29 weeks</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 29 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: no idea. the scale is in an inconvenient place and at this point, i couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: same, although i cut down on my apple juice/water mix at night and that's helping me to not get up 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: i went to the chiropractor today and that was great. other than that, i'm doing pretty good. leaning forward makes my belly hurt a bit, but i suppose that's to be expected.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: she moves so much more than ryan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: picture an elephant. that's pretty much me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: march 18th for my 32w appointment, although i'll technically be 32w4d. that's weird because my appointments are always on mondays, which is the day i  "level-up". with ryan, my apppointment was at 32w5d and i went to the hospital from the doctors. not this time little one, not this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5815205311802900653?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5815205311802900653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=5815205311802900653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5815205311802900653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5815205311802900653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/02/29-weeks.html' title='29 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-213517192431153179</id><published>2011-02-21T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:58:38.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror image</title><content type='html'>when i was pretty young (less than 5 i would guess), my family and i were on vacation with my grandparents. mom took me swimming and was helping me float on my back. she wanted to get grandma and grandpa and show them, but i told her no. she kept pushing and i told her that if she made me do it again, i'd puke in the pool. she decided to test me and found grandma and grandpa. cue the puke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan looks exactly like me and even more like my dad. his personality mirrors both of us in ways that are oftentimes spooky. his facial expressions, mannerisms, and the way he says things are very familiar. as it turns out, he also gets a very, very strong stubbornly opinionated streak from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan loves his crocs. he has mickey crocs, dino crocs (which might actually be dragons), fleecy crocs, and packer crocs. he takes them off and puts on a different pair lots of times during the day. this morning, it was snowy and so i suggested that we perhaps wear his "stomp stomp" shoes (his light-up tennis shoes).  i began the conversation before we even put on our clothes (a robot shirt beacuse all the puppy shirts are in the laundry), explaining that it was snowy and i didn't want his piggies to get wet and that i would put his mickey shoes in his bag and he could put the on as soon as we got to daycare. and then i tried to put the shoes on. cue the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put his shoes on not once, not twice, but no less than 20 times. he took them off every.single.time, often before i could get both on. he was crying to the point he was coughing and drooling. finally, i managed to get both on, stood him up, put his coat (not fleece, he won't wear the fleece) and hat (not the green hat, god forbid, the superman hat) and ran into the bedroom to grab my phone. by the time i got back, he had removed his tennis shoes, gotten his mickey shoes out of the bag and put them on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't expecting a mild-mannered, passive child. neither michael nor i are like that. but i wasn't expecting to see such determination at such a young age. i imagine, someday soon, that he and i will go to blows again. and god only knows who will win the next time. or the next, or the next, or the next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-213517192431153179?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/213517192431153179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=213517192431153179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/213517192431153179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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where we're going to put this baby when she comes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: 28 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: i gained 4lbs this month, which puts me at a whopping negative 4 lbs this pregnancy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: same, lots of nighttime trips to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: my ribs hurt. my hips hurt. my stomach hurts. i'm tired. taking the dogs out is difficult. playing with ryan is difficult. rolling over is difficult. but i'm psyched that it looks like i'm going to have to deal with 11 more weeks of this - no preemie for me this time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: i'm thinking that 4lb weight gain is due mostly to snickers pb squares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: she moves so much more than ryan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: lots of strangers have been asking when i'm due, which i love because i didn't really get that with ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: i need to set my appt, but it will be at 32 weeks. it's a bit bittersweet as my 32 week appointment was the last one i made it to with ryan. let's hope there are many more after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5202058892351553716?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5202058892351553716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=5202058892351553716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5202058892351553716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5202058892351553716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/02/28-weeks.html' title='28 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-9180535065325737795</id><published>2011-02-14T17:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T17:48:36.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>romance</title><content type='html'>valentines day. i've never really been a fan. it stung a little when i was single and i never really got into it once i met michael. today's activities included michael staying home in the morning due to a sinus infection, my 28 week OB appointment, and scallops for dinner (which is my favorite meal). it will probably finish with us watching the rest of get him to the greek and going to bed around 9. but i don't mind. in fact, i like it this way. because i realize now, more than ever, that romance goes so far beyond what any person could do in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romance isn't going on google to figure out what amazing plans you can make to impress your significant other. it's in the details. it's the fact that michael knew i would be pleased as punch to get a filing cabinet for christmas. it's the fact that he knows when i'm feeling anxious before i even say anything. it's in looking at his eyes when he looks at ryan. it's knowing that he's as excited as me for our new baby girl to arrive. it's in the way he asks me if we should iron the sheets every.single.time we change them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're lucky to have found each other and even luckier that we realized what we had was different. i love that guy.&lt;div 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-3738996585490838026</id><published>2011-02-07T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:09:37.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>27 weeks</title><content type='html'>we toured the birthing center this weekend and got a lot of good info. we're at a different hospital this time, so we wanted to see how things would go. they showed us the amazing birthing suites, only to tell us that the C-section people don't get ot use those. oh well, i don't have to sit around in labor for a long time, so i suppose it all works out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: 27 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: same 'ol, same 'ol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: same, lots of nighttime trips to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) ryan is getting very good with the name now and recognizes that it's his baby sister. super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: suddenly i feel very pregnant. i can pack for about 5 minutes before feeling like i got hit by a bus.  my ribs have also been expanding, which is not at all comfortable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: still loving snickers PB squares and froot loops &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: overall pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: she's been moving and shaking in there. michael is starting to get to experience it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: it's suddenly a lot bigger! and hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: valentines day for my 28 week appointment. holy bologna - 28 weeks?! how did that happen?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-3738996585490838026?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8223941848475585738</id><published>2011-02-02T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:40:11.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>26 weeks</title><content type='html'>yesterday marked exactly 90 days until baby OP joins our family. and 11 days until we move for the 1st time. i'm so excited about all the changes that are coming, even if it's a bit overwhelming in the meantime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: 26 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: same 'ol, same 'ol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: same, although i'm getting up a couple of times a night to use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) ryan is getting very good with the name now and recognizes that it's his baby sister. super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: frankly, i'm exhausted. between chasing ryan, working, and trying to get ready for 2 moves, i'm pooped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: right now i'm a big fan of snickers pb squares and froot loops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: my nose is stuffy and runny, but i can't complain - it's way better than it has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: she's been moving and shaking in there. michael is starting to get to experience it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: i feel like an elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: valentines day for my 28 week appointment. holy bologna - 28 weeks?! how did that happen?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8223941848475585738?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-7784919649954777546</id><published>2011-01-25T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:12:37.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 weeks</title><content type='html'>ok, so now it's starting to seem real. i can't believe we're already 25 weeks. things go so much faster with the second one. i don't have time to sit aroun and ponder the upcoming changes. and with moving added in, there's just so much to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: 25 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: who knows at this point! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) ryan is getting very good with the name now and recognizes that it's his baby sister. super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: much better this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: nothing too much. honestly, my appetite has been crap since i got sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: still no more bleeding! hooray!!!! fingers crossed that it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: i can see it on the outside now. she likes to hide from michael though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day. i'm definitely growing more "out" with her, while i was more wide with ryan. i did have someone tell me i was "tiny" for 24 weeks. i've never had anyone say i was tiny anywhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: valentines day for my 28 week appointment. although i get to go in for my gestational diabetes test a week before that. hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-7784919649954777546?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-9129805066871084483</id><published>2011-01-23T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:19:43.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed emotions</title><content type='html'>we sold our house. finally. after almost an entire year on the market. we are going to build - a dream michael and i have shared since we lived in colorado. we are going to have plenty of space - a room for each of the kids, a guest room/bath, a playroom, an office, a garage that both cars fit in comfortably, enough space to host family events. i can actually picture hosting thanksgiving in our new dining room. we are going to settle into our brand new house as a brand new family of 6 and i can't wait to finally relax and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never loved this house. it wasn't the "you'll know it when you see it" house - it was the "oh crap, our lease is up and this house will work" house. we saw potential, lots of potential. and i think we really worked to make this house meet its potential. unfortunately, even dollar we spent (and then some - well, a lot) disappeared when the market crashed. we've been looking to get out since we got in. i hate the fact that the floors creek. i hate the fact that there are mice in the basement. i hate that there isn't enough room for guests. i hate all sorts of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is our 1st house. ryan's room has always held a special place in my heart. when we toured the house, i could see how it would look when it was set up for our baby. i cried when we were going through infertility treatments and i wasn't sure if that room would be a reality. i was elated when we finally got to purchase the bedding and paint for our baby. i was devastated when i thought i wouldn't be able to finish decorating because i was on bedrest. i sat in the middle of the room and sobbed as i painted listening to ben folds "the luckiest." i sat in ryan's cuddle chair and pumped for 26 days, angry that i didn't have my baby boy home with me. i sat in the cuddle chair and watched him sleep more times than i can count. i held him in that room on his 1st and 2nd birthdays, at the exact moment of his birth, and remembered it all. michael and i laid on the floor with ryan and laughed till we cried as ryan "fed" us his milk and juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of great moments here and on some level or another i'll miss this place. but, there are new memories to be made and new moments to be shared. and this time with a little more space. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-9129805066871084483?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-9096963276103563257</id><published>2011-01-20T17:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:37:24.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24 weeks!</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 24 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: scratch the close to pre-preg weight thing - i'm down 8lbs total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: my hips hurt! i keep getting shakira's hips don't lie in my head.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) ryan is getting very good with the name now and recognizes that it's his baby sister. super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: ok, this last week was no joke! i got the flu. you know, the one that you get the flu shot to prevent? apparently i got one of the non-covered 3 strains. boo! fevers and achiness suck. :( finally feeling better today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: nothing too much. honestly, my appetite has been crap since i got sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: still no more bleeding! hooray!!!! fingers crossed that it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: definitely getting stronger. she's completely oblivious to the fact that i'm sick. i think she's partying in there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day. i'm definitely growing more "out" with her, while i was more wide with ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: valentines day for my 28 week appointment. although i get to go in for my gestational diabetes test a week before that. hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-9096963276103563257?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/9096963276103563257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=9096963276103563257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/9096963276103563257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/9096963276103563257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/01/24-weeks.html' title='24 weeks!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4963547496024923041</id><published>2011-01-11T14:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:46:23.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>since ryan was born, he has been an easy child. slept through the night since he was allowed to, switched to a sippy and milk with no problems, eats anything, only cried when he was hungry, etc. &lt;br /&gt;and then he turned 2.&lt;br /&gt;to say that ryan is difficult when we are out and about is probably the understatement of the year. he won't sit in the cart. he won't sit in the basket of the cart (yes, i've seen the little picture that specifically prohibits such a thing - the person that designed that didn't have a 2 year old and needed to buy milk). he won't hold your hand and walk with you. he won't let you hold him. he won't help you push the cart. what will he do? run up and down the aisle like a crazy man and then lay on the floor and scream when you catch him. &lt;br /&gt;so, what does a "good" mom do in that situation? i'll tell you, before i had a 2 year old, i had all sorts of ideas for what you could do. first of all, my kid would respect me and he would listen when i calmly explained that we don't act that way in public. and, in the off chance that my little angel was having an off day, we would just leave immediately.&lt;br /&gt;that plan sucks. it completely forgets to take into account the fact that 2 year olds are irrational beings and sometimes you just need to get groceries, whether your kid wants to or not.&lt;br /&gt;in the past few weeks, ryan has had time outs at target, panda express, church, and various other establishments. i can't just leave the store - i'm pretty sure that's what he wants. i can't just strap him into the cart - he can actually hulk out of the seatbelt. i can't bribe him - he can't hear me above his own screams. thank god i have an amazing group of mom friends that assure me that this ridiculous behavior is normal.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you though - i owe a lot of moms some serious apologies for judging them at target over the last couple decades.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4963547496024923041?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4963547496024923041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4963547496024923041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4963547496024923041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4963547496024923041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/01/karma.html' title='karma'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6797552052323426624</id><published>2011-01-10T19:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:52:46.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>23 weeks</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 23 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: i have no idea. it looks like i'm close to my pre-pregnancy weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: no problems! danielle got me a new body pillow for christmas and it rocks my socks! the old one was getting flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) ryan is getting very good with the name now and recognizes that it's his baby sister. super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: dude, i feel like crap. i'm achy and coughing and exhausted. michael felt yucky for a long time, and i'm afraid i'm going to be sick forever because all i can take is amoxicillan and tylenol. boo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: nothing too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: still no more bleeding! hooray!!!! fingers crossed that it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: definitely getting stronger. i bought a doppler online for $15 and it's fun listening to her heartbeat. not to mention the piece of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day. i'm definitely growing more "out" with her, while i was more wide with ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: january 17th - 24 weeks!!! a baby is considered "viable" at 24 weeks. don't get me wrong, i realize the dangers of a 24 week delivery and wouldn't wish that on anyone. but getting to the point where we at least have a fighting chance will be a huge relief, especially after the bleeding earlier on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6797552052323426624?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6797552052323426624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6797552052323426624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6797552052323426624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6797552052323426624'/><link 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already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: pretty good. i have some antibiodics for a sinus infection, but we're all on the upswing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: nothing too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: still no more bleeding! hooray!!!! fingers crossed that it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: definitely getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: january 17th - 24 weeks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1308805153601779140?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/1308805153601779140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=1308805153601779140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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up late, hanging out with friends, and maybe even having a drink or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's new years eve nowadays. we spent the evening hanging out at home with erin and nate and the boys. cole and grant played mario kart as ryan chased cole from chair to chair to chair. we ordered chinese food and ate it throughout the night, kind of like our own chinese buffet. we sat on the floor in the dining room, playing with ryan's new toys and searching through quarters to complete cole's quarters of america book. we sanitized our hands after playing with money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan was in bed by 9 (and even slept in until 9 this morning!) and we settled in to watch Julie and Julia after our guests left. we were in bed and sleeping by about 11pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? i loved every single minute of it. goodbye 2010 - here's to 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4039901486005075782?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4039901486005075782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4039901486005075782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4039901486005075782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4039901486005075782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-how-things-have-changed.html' title='my, how things have changed'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6980626237326945137</id><published>2010-12-31T14:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:59:11.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the thin line between crazy and resourceful</title><content type='html'>i love couponing. i'm a huge fan of putting together an organized shopping trip and executing it. paying full price for things like cereal, deodorant, and toothbrushes hurts my feelings. seeing a total bill of $100 come down to $5 rocks. &lt;br /&gt;and then there are the crazy folks - the ones that have enough toilet paper to last them 30 years. do i have a lot of toilet paper in my basement - yes. enough to last 30 years - no way. actually, right now i'm low on toilet paper, but it's only a matter of time before there's another good deal. which is why i would never buy 30 years worth. 6 months? yes. a year? maybe. depends on how good the deal is. if it's free, i would definitely do a year - toilet paper is tough to find a good deal on. for example, last year target had the bounty basics paper towels for $0.99.  some areas (not our area, so i had to order some coupons off the internet) had a $1 off any bounty paper towel target coupon. and then there's the $0.25 off bounty paper towels manufactuer coupon. net cost for a roll of paper towels - ($0.24). yes, that's right, they paid me $0.24 to carry each roll of paper towels out of the store. even after purchasing my coupons online, i still ended up ahead. and we use paper towels like nobody's business. &lt;br /&gt;i just finished watching the new TLC show "Extreme Couponing." those folks are a bit crazy. one of the women acutally keeps a blog that i follow - the krazy coupon lady. anyways, some of these folks ended up checking out with 9 or so carts of stuff. that's a bit silly. there's NO need for 1,000 toothbrushes. seriously, leave some stuff on the shelves for the rest of us! even if you're going to donate some (which i do from time to time), that's still an awful lot of toothbrushes! &lt;br /&gt;couponing is addicting - it's a game. and there's a thin line between going overboard and being resourceful. especially for OCD folks like myself that are already prone to going a bit overboard. :) thank goodness i have michael to keep me in check and remind me that we probably don't need anymore toothpaste for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6980626237326945137?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6980626237326945137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6980626237326945137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6980626237326945137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6980626237326945137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/12/thin-line-between-crazy-and-resourceful.html' title='the thin line between crazy and resourceful'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-1909476820215160800</id><published>2010-12-29T15:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:42:35.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NICU day</title><content type='html'>every december 29th, we celebrate the day ryan came home from the hospital. last year we went to lunch at the mall and ate some pizza and then went to build a bear. we have plans tonight, so we celebrated last night. we got some dinner at outback and ryan enjoyed their delicious mac n cheese. he even got his own sprite (don't tell anyone!). then we went off to toys r us to let ryan pick out a toy. any toy. we wandered around for about an hour. we looked at trains - nope, "put back!" we looked at books - nope, same response. we looked at pillow pets and snuggled them a bit, but nope. we looked at DVDs - nope. we looked at music - nope. we even looked at dance star mickey (which i have been not so secretly wanting to get him) - nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what we left with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TRupPOjCrAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sWuxxkiLktw/s1600/IMG_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TRupPOjCrAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sWuxxkiLktw/s200/IMG_0746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556220644359842818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the toys at toys r us, we ended up with the $12 corn popper. he loves the thing! i guess the guy knows what he likes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, for comparisons sake, here's a picture of ryan the day we brought him home. he weighed just under 6lbs at the time, as compared to 34lbs, 10oz 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TRuqMazh5kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sE8b-vapnis/s1600/IMG_0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TRuqMazh5kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sE8b-vapnis/s200/IMG_0450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556221695622243906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favorite picture of all time - i look like crap, you can see the tears coming down my face, but it's the most honest, emotionally raw picture i've ever seen. this exact moment is the best moment of my life - the moment i realized that all of my dreams had come true. i love you monkey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TRurMfrRu-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Z4ybn4uvt70/s1600/IMG_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TRurMfrRu-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Z4ybn4uvt70/s200/IMG_0457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556222796441435106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1909476820215160800?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TRupPOjCrAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sWuxxkiLktw/s72-c/IMG_0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-9138236610575242395</id><published>2010-12-28T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:56:05.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21 weeks</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 21 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: due to some delicious chocolate chip cookies, i'm expecting last week's weight loss has diminished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: i love to sleep, although the hips are starting to hurt again. i was thinking of a pregnancy body pillow, but there's no room in our bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! ahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) we tried to get ryan to say the name and he has a very cute nickname for her already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: i caught ryan's cold and that's no fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: there's a new vietnamese restaurant nearby and i'm loving their chicken bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: still no more bleeding! hooray!!!! fingers crossed that it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: apparently my bladder/cervix is a trampoline and she's dancing it up in there! ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day - balancing the laptop on my lap is getting harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: oh crap, i need to make our 24 week appointment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-9138236610575242395?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/9138236610575242395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>christmas has been a bit bittersweet the last 2 years. in 2008, ryan was still in the NICU. in 2009, we took a christmas eve trip to the ER because he was wheezing. this year we were determined to have a hospital-free holiday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first christmas was with michael's mom on november 21st. we enjoyed our time together and ryan got some new choo choos, which are always a big hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up was oshkosh christmas on december 18th. ryan had the flu right beforehand and i had come down with it midweek, so things were looking a little iffy as we neared saturday, but everyone was healthy and happy (until the next day when michael came down with the flu as well). ryan enjoyed dinner and went crazy over the beef tenderloin. he even shared some with the nutcracker at our table. we got some great stuff - too much to even mention! ryan loves playing with his new fish tank light and can't get enough of the mr. potato head playdoh. i can't wait to use my new boba carrier with baby OP and michael is loving having a new sweater to wear every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year we had our first actual christmas day at our house. we went to all you can eat sushi with carrie and joe on christmas eve and ryan was difficult to say the least! he had started with a runny nose and some coughing, so we gave him some benadryl before bed.  apparently he is the exception to the rule and benadryl makes him hyper - he was up partying like a rockstar from 1:30-3:30am! he got up for good at 7 and we came downstairs to see what santa had brought. ryan was thrilled with his new cardboard blocks and was super excited to open his presents. it took all of about 15 minutes to unwrap everything. we've been playing with his new tag jr books, chuck the truck, and moon lamp ever since. michael got me some pretty candle holders that i've wanted and a potato ricer and i got him a donald driver throwback jersey, which apparently brought good luck to the pack this weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, as the holiday went on, ryan's cold progressed and got passed to me (michael started the whole deal). he did have a bit of wheezing on christmas day, but we took care of it with his inhaler. finally we avoided the hospital! :) as of our doctors appointment yesterday, he has 1 full blown ear infection, 1 on the way, and pink eye. you wouldn't know it by watching him - he's in a great mood! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have iowa christmas the weekend of january 8th and can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8113167114011168654?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8113167114011168654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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2 years old</title><content type='html'>to say i'm proud of how far ryan has come is the understatement of the year. 2 years ago i was holding him in the hospital, willing him to eat. i offered him puppies, ponies, money, everything i could think of. and nothing worked. today, i had to tell him that he had done enough snacking and that perhaps it was time for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago, we had his 2 year appointment. he weighed in at 34lbs, 2oz and was 38 inches tall. that puts him on track to be 6'4" (they say your adult height is double your height at 2).  he is in the 98th percentile for height and the 90th for weight. he has met or exceeded every milestone he should have at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was in the mood to end all moods today - smiling and laughing from the minute he woke up. &lt;br /&gt;we played with his new puppy, "treats" (a kids meal toy from burger king), offering the new member of the family bites of our food, throwing him for the real puppies, and giving him lots of snuggles. &lt;br /&gt;we colored. &lt;br /&gt;we played with his new mr potato head, laughing about how funny it is to put the ear on the top of his head. we ate cheese and crackers for a snack. or should i say, i ate cheese and crackers and ryan just ate the cheese. &lt;br /&gt;we played choo-choos and made sure to tell each train to be careful going down the hill. &lt;br /&gt;we "argued" about who is funnier - ryan or mommy. &lt;br /&gt;ryan hung a tag he found on the floor on the christmas tree, certain it was an ornament.&lt;br /&gt;we moved the candy cane on our advent calendar to the next pocket. &lt;br /&gt;ryan figured out how to use the boxes that daddy's pots came in as stairs. &lt;br /&gt;during his bedtime story, he was sure to tell the very, very bad fish (from one fish, two fish) that he needed a time out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-832992634326610084</id><published>2010-12-21T09:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:10:21.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20 weeks</title><content type='html'>we had our anatomy scan yesterday! while we had covered most of the stuff during our scan at 17 weeks, it was still nice to see our babe again. all of the important stuff was there and looking perfect - kidneys, bladder, stomach, brain, spine, feet, nose, all the good stuff! &lt;br /&gt;the only thing that was missing was a penis - we're having a GIRL! this will be the first girl after 8 boys in our family. we're excited, but a bit apprehensive as we have no experience with little girls! i *may* have gone to gymboree between the ultrasound and our doctor appointment and done a little shopping. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: 20 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: down 7lbs total. i expect this to change very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: i love to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Girl!!! ahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: she has a name, which everyone will learn on may 2nd. :) we tried to get ryan to say the name and he has a very cute nickname for her already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: feeling good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: nothing too strong right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: still no more bleeding! hooray!!!! fingers crossed that it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: definitely feeling more movement. she moves very differently than ryan did. he was very subtle, she is very muchso not subtle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day - balancing the laptop on my lap is getting harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: i forgot to make it yesterday in all the excitement, but it will be in 4 weeks.&lt;div 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-5738320968242609764</id><published>2010-12-17T16:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:49:16.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>damsel in distress</title><content type='html'>i spent the better part of my life pretending that i didn't "need" anyone. i have an amazingly supportive family and amazing friends, but i wanted to take care of myself. and then i met michael. while the above remains mostly the same, he has shown me that depending on another person isn't a weakness. &lt;br /&gt;this last week has been really, really difficult for me. the combination of ryan's flu (which drags on and on and on and on), pregnancy hormones, pregnancy yuckiness, the fact that i think i caught the bug from ryan, and the fact that i can't take my emergency medicine has added up to a big 'ol disaster more than once. i have completely freaked out almost daily. the sobbing, need to be held freaked out. i'm not proud of it, but it is what it is. &lt;br /&gt;michael has held me and comforted me and not made me feel at all bad about the fact that i am seemingly crazy. he has cleaned the house for our showing tomorrow and fed ryan when i couldn't bring myself to do it. he has stepped in to cuddle when it all got to be too much. &lt;br /&gt;to say that i couldn't do this without him is the understatement of the century. i need this guy. good thing i life having him around. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5738320968242609764?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5738320968242609764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Pregnancy: 19 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: probably down a bit more than the previous 4 lbs, thanks to ryan's flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: still sleeping, still have sore hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: we think we know, but we'll find out for sure on december 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: we have a boy name and a girl name now, but we're not sharing. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: mostly good. the anxiety when ryan was sick sucked, especially without being able to use my "emergency pill." but we got through it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: nothing too strong right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: still no more bleeding! hooray!!!! fingers crossed that it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: still feeling blurps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: December 20th - eek! it's finally only a week away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-3064132287531215141</id><published>2010-12-12T08:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:08:13.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the trenches</title><content type='html'>OCD is a tricky thing. 99% of the time, i wander around completely fine. no problems or anxiety at all. and then there are weeks and weekends like the past few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of weeks ago, i was bleeding. some people would probably just freak out and meet with their dr and then relax when the dr said everything was fine. not this person. i continue to obsess long after the original episode, playing through every scenario, no matter how unlikely, in my head. i'm not a reliable source for what my symptoms are because i can trick my body into thinking it's feeling anything. am i cramping? well, let me think about it a minute...oh yeah, there was a slight twinge in my mid-section...but was that me making it happen or is there really a problem. additionally, the first thing to go when i start obsessing is my appetite. i don't eat. and then i don't feel well because i haven't eaten. so i don't want to eat. and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 24 hours have been the most challenging OCD hours thus far. yesterday morning, ryan threw up. and then he threw up again. at that point, it was safe to say he had the flu. well, i've heard about this flu before and i am petrified. i know people don't like to get the flu and don't like to have their little ones sick, but this is different. this is full on fear. my heartrate as been above 100 for the better part of a day. i cannot, no matter how hard i try, relax. i am looking for any sign that ryan might be ready to be sick again, for any indication that michael may have caught it, and wondering constantly if i don't feel well because i'm freaking out or if i have a stomach flu in my future. i'm scared to be left alone with him tomorrow. i am scared of my kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have completely lost it twice - full on sobbing. i think it's just the stress building up and then needing to be released. i think it's also the fact that it breaks my heart that i look at ryan with fear. i stay by him, i comfort him when he's throwing up, i cuddle him and take care of him, but i'm scared doing it. and that kills me. i'm scared of being alone with him tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no amount of rationalization can help. i know that the stomach flu is normal, it sucks, but he's going to be fine. i know that he's going to puke on stuff, and i know how to do laundry. for crying out loud, he puked on everything for the first 9 months of his life and that didn't bother me. i know that michael and i might get sick, and as much as that would suck, we'd get over it. i know nothing bad is going to happen, but that doesn't stop the fear. the racing heart. the sweaty palms. the shaking hands. the upset stomach. and that's what makes it hard - if i had a specific rational fear, i could rationally explain it away. but it's really hard to convince the crazy part of your brain that it's being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am on day 2 of puke-fest (which has really been a pretty mild 4-incident experience), freaking out. ryan is sleeping in butler's dog bed, hopefully completely unaware of the craziness going through his mom's head. i sit in his room while michael stays with him, angry and upset that i can't control these feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose all i can do is to remember that this too shall pass...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-3064132287531215141?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-7291160468705214213</id><published>2010-12-06T12:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:50:27.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>18 weeks</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy: 18 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: down 4 lbs, but i'm betting a good bit of that is from anxiety (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: still sleeping, still have sore hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: we think we know, but we'll find out for sure on december 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: we have a boy name and a girl name now, but we're not sharing. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: i've been having quite a bit more anxiety, but other than that, i'm feeling better more often than not. haven't needed a zofran for almost a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: nothing too strong right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: well, the boring pregnancy was nice while it lasted. i had a small bleeding episode at 15 weeks, but the doctor didn't think it was a problem and gave me a few restrictions to be safe.  then, on wednesday last week (at 17w2d), i woke up bleeding (not a lot, but enough). given i was sleeping beforehand and not doing anything that should cause bleeding, it was scary. we saw the doctor and he thought i had an irritable cervix. he put some silver nitrate on the cervix (which causes some serious cramping - ouch!), gave me even more restrictions, and off we went. that night i had some bright red bleeding and called the office again.  the on-call doctor thought it might be the scab from the silver nitrate coming off and not to worry. dr bear called on thursday and wanted to see us again on friday - after an ultrasound - to make sure there wasn't an abruption issue.&lt;br /&gt;we had our ultrasound and it was great. the baby looks perfect and was moving around a lot. there were no obvious issues. the tech couldn't say for sure whether it is a boy or girl, so i guess we'll have to wait until the 20th! dr bear thinks there is 1 of 2 things going on. the first, which he thinks is 70% likely, is that my cervix is just being stupid and bleeding. that would be the good option. the other, 30% option is that the bag of membranes is partially separating from the uterine wall. while it's likely that the separation will heal within 2-6 weeks like any other wound, it can also cause a lot of problems like premature rupture of membranes and premature labor - both of which have a pretty grim outlook. so, there's a small possibility that the small possibility could cause a serious problem. while that might seem like pretty good odds, i'm usually the outlier and tend to fall into the exception group pretty consistently, so we're treating this as the worst case scenario. cue even more restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;so now we wait. and hopefully nothing will happen. as of this morning, there was no more bleeding. hopefully it will stay that way and this will be the last issue we see. until then, any thoughts and prayers would be welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: still feeling blurps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: December 20th (god willing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-7291160468705214213?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/7291160468705214213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=7291160468705214213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7291160468705214213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7291160468705214213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/12/18-weeks.html' title='18 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-1907770779978890729</id><published>2010-12-03T16:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:21:45.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 year ago today....</title><content type='html'>two years ago today, i didn't know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago today, i didn't know the sound of your laugh, your smile, your cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago today, i didn't know how much a smile could really mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago today, i didn't know that my favorite thing to do would be to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago today, i didn't know what true love meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago today, i didn't know all the words to the mickey mouse clubhouse theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago today, i didn't know what true fear was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago today, i didn't know how beautiful you would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago today, everything changed. two years ago today, i was just kate. two years ago today, you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday baby boy, i love you more than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1907770779978890729?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6381877772666597547</id><published>2010-11-30T12:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:41:47.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>17 weeks</title><content type='html'>Not much change this week. Just plugging along! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: 17 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: still the same. not much change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: still sleeping, still have sore hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: unknown - we find out on December 20th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: we have a boy name and a girl name now, but we're not sharing. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: still feel crappy about every other day. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: right now i have a serious hankering for some KFC mashed potatoes.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: so far so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: still feeling blurps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: December 20th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6381877772666597547?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6381877772666597547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6381877772666597547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6381877772666597547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6381877772666597547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/11/17-weeks.html' title='17 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8027954452151691841</id><published>2010-11-25T20:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:20:07.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>two years ago, i spent thanksgiving pregnant and happy. after battling infertility, i was blessed to be 32 weeks pregnant with my little guy. i had an amazing husband, 2great dogs, a great family, a kid on the way, and a house. finally, i had it all.&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up the next morning bleeding. a lot more than i ever had before. i ditched my black friday plans to go buy a temporal thermometer at babies r us and rushed to the hospital instead. they checked me over and, much to my surprise, sent me home. i delivered 6 days later.&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving will always be bittersweet to me. it will always remind me of the last day i spent in blissful ignorance. it will always be the day before the you know what hit the fan. this year, as i am pregnant again, it's hard not to remember that time in my last pregnancy. but, in light of those things, thanksgiving will also always be a day that i remember just how much i have to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;so today, i am thankful for all the same things i was 2 years ago - my husband, my son, a new baby, my pups, my family, my house. but now i know how easily it could all have fallen apart, and the fact that it didn't is what i'm most thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;happy thanksgiving everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8027954452151691841?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8027954452151691841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8027954452151691841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8027954452151691841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8027954452151691841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-2716002620784911652</id><published>2010-11-22T18:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:18:06.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weeks</title><content type='html'>16 weeks already! it's going so fast, but so painstakingly slow at the same time! i'm trying to enjoy the pregnancy, as it's likely my last, but that's hard to do with a toddler. honestly, i forget half the time that i'm pregnant because i'm so busy with ryan. but then the nausea kicks in again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my 16 week appointment today and everything looks great. the doctor thinks the placenta might be anterior because he always has a hard time finding the heartbeat with the doppler. i swear, it feels like eternity waiting for that whoosha-whoosha-whoosha to come across the speaker. today's heartrate was 160. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we officially have the c-section scheduled for may 2nd at 7:30am. it's strange to have an official end date - it makes everything feel much more real! now, we just keep our fingers crossed that this baby doesn't get any crazy ideas about coming earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: 16 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: according to the dr, i'm down 2lbs overall. apparently i lost 4lbs last appointment and gained 2 back this appointment. my scale has been pretty steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: still sleeping, still have sore hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: unknown - we find out on December 20th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: we have a boy name and a girl name now, but we're not sharing. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: we are now 3 weeks overdue for feeling 100%. i don't need the zofran every day though, so i suppose i have that going for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: not as much lately. not terribly interested in food in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: so far so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: still feeling blurps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: December 20th for the big reveal!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-2716002620784911652?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/2716002620784911652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=2716002620784911652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/2716002620784911652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/2716002620784911652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/11/16-weeks.html' title='16 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8114196928762333652</id><published>2010-11-17T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:28:18.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prematurity Awareness Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TOQd6Qws06I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2iY75KcYac0/s1600/IMG_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TOQd6Qws06I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2iY75KcYac0/s200/IMG_1858.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540586328341402530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, November 17, is prematurity awareness day.  Ryan was born at 32w6d (32 weeks and 6 days) due to bleeding from a placenta previa.  He weighed a hefty 4lbs, 14oz. I had received 2 rounds of steroids to help his lung development, however, not in enough time to be fully effective.  He received a dose of surfactant within hours of birth.  He spent a day on the CPAP and a few days on the nasal cannula.  He was under the bililights for a short time and struggled with apnea and bradycardia episodes.  After 26 days, he was released from the NICU.  He received a shot of Synagis to help prevent RSV for each month until May.  We had countless weight checks to monitor growth.  We have been evaluated twice by the hospital for developmental delays in occupational therapy, speech therapy, and physical therapy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 sides to his story – the side I’ve shared before where I remained positive and strong. And then there’s this side – the ugly, vulnerable, scary side.  The side where I feel guilty for not protecting my baby boy.  The side where we were forced to consider our child’s mortality just moments after his birth.  The side where we held our child as his heart rate slowed and his breathing stopped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my nephew Dylan cried for the first time. It’s the most amazing thing. At first there’s no one. Just a couple of adults and a few doctors. The next moment there is this beautiful new person. A person that you love for no reason other than because they are family. Not because of who they are or what their beliefs are or the fact that they make you laugh, but because they are yours. I remember Ryan’s first cry. It was glorious. It was MY baby crying. I was his mommy. At that point, everything became completely worth it. Not too many people experience the worst and best moment of their lives within hours of each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize at that point how much of the birth experience I would miss out on. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get so big that I was uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get to go into labor (at least not “real” labor). &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get to tell Michael it was time. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get to send Michael to the waiting room to tell our eagerly waiting families that the newest McFarlane was here. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have anyone waiting all day to hear the announcement of our new arrival. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have a doctor announce happily that it was a boy. In fact, the doctor didn’t even mention that he had been born until I asked her directly. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get to try to breastfeed until a few days later. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get to hold my son until over 24 hours later.  I was so excited to hold him and then they sent me back to the room because they had just settled him down. I would have given anything to help settle him down. &lt;br /&gt; I don’t have any pictures of the new family; I took our first picture using the timer on the camera the next day. &lt;br /&gt;And, perhaps the worst, I left the hospital without my baby. I left without my tiny bundle in his giant car seat. I walked out next to a woman that was leaving with her baby. I would be back the very next day and for 20 some days thereafter to sit next to my miracle. &lt;br /&gt;Thank god I didn’t realize most of what I was missing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I had to ask permission to hold my child. &lt;br /&gt;I had to ask permission to change his diaper and feed him. &lt;br /&gt;Our birth announcement was met with uncomfortable silence and concern. &lt;br /&gt;I had to pump every 3 hours, around the clock, to make sure my milk supply didn’t dwindle.  &lt;br /&gt;I quit my pain medication early so that I could drive to the NICU every day.&lt;br /&gt;My every move was monitored closely by a nurse. I learned how to care for my son under the careful watch of a medical professional, every mistake pointed out. &lt;br /&gt;My very first act as a parent was to fail my child, causing him pain, potentially setting him behind, and putting his health in serious danger.  And the rational side of me didn’t give a damn that there’s was nothing I could have done to prevent it. &lt;br /&gt;All of my pictures from Ryan’s first month include tubes and wires. &lt;br /&gt;The sight of a Wheaton Franciscan hospital band or the smell of the hospital soap can still, 2 years later, make my heart stop and instantly tears come to my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;I hauled around an apnea monitor for the first five months of his life. &lt;br /&gt;I visited my son in the hospital on his 1st Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and tried so hard not to get my hopes up that he would be home by Christmas.  I still cannot bear to think of my beautiful baby boy laying in his crib in the hospital, alone, on Christmas. My baby boy, the miracle that he is, deserved better than that. I know that he didn’t know any different, but that’s not how it’s supposed to be. A baby’s first Christmas is supposed to be filled with anticipation and wonder and ridiculous 1st Christmas outfits and too many presents. Not bottle feedings and apnea monitors.  &lt;br /&gt;The day I finally accepted that he wouldn’t be home was one of the hardest days. Christmas music was everywhere, taunting me and reminding me that while everyone else was enjoying the most wonderful time of the year, I was dying inside. I was going to have to leave my baby on Christmas and try to move on. We put up a pretty strong front that day. Michael stood by me, telling everyone happy Thursday with me. Immature, yes. Necessary for survival, yes.   Two years later, my eyes still tear up thinking of that first Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I brought him home, I sat in the corner of the couch with my tiny baby in my arms and cried. &lt;br /&gt;I cried for the months I didn’t think I could have a baby. &lt;br /&gt;I cried for every drop of blood that I lost.  &lt;br /&gt;I cried for every moment I spent in the hospital, thinking I would be there a hundred times longer. &lt;br /&gt;I cried for all of the things I lost out on. &lt;br /&gt;I cried for every minute I spent in the NICU. &lt;br /&gt;I cried for my baby’s first Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;And most of all, I cried because I was happy. I cried because I didn’t think I would ever get to this point. To the point where things finally felt normal. And, I think for the first time since December 4, 2007, I breathed a sigh of relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every milestone that he achieves makes my heart swell. Every time I see him smile, I can’t help but think that I am the luckiest person alive. I had a 10% chance and nothing but problems and I am lucky enough to end up with the most amazing baby boy.  &lt;br /&gt;I am lucky that there are no feeding tubes or oxygen requirements. &lt;br /&gt;I am lucky that his reflux, although messy, was effectively managed with the first drug we tried. &lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky that we’ve only been to the ER for wheezing twice and that his lung issues are easily controlled with an inhaler. &lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky that he has grown to be at the top of the charts for his actual age. &lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky that he shows no signs of developmental delay.  &lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky that I’ve found an amazing group of preemie moms who understand what we’ve been through and have supported us along the way, celebrating what would seem like the smallest accomplishments.  &lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky that he is alive.  Thousands of mommies every year never bring their babies home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I do it all again, yes. In an instant. Because being Ryan’s mommy is exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. He is everything I never knew I needed. When I look at those gorgeous, big, blue eyes, everything else is just secondary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider supporting the &lt;a href="http://www.modimes.org"&gt;March of Dimes&lt;/a&gt;. For Ryan. For Rebecca Ann. For Robbie, Cameron, Evan, Lily, Carter, Aldon, Erin, Lucy, Garrett, Charlie, Lily, Robinson, Evan, Gunner, Emma, Campbell, Savannah,  Kevin,  Cooper, Hunger, Natalie, Ben, Fiona, Andrew, Brandon,  Wren, Jacob, Layla, Eli, Hazel, Maddy, Marino, Skylar, Ella, Sara, Lillian, Chelsea, Sam, Jake, Leo, Jax, Claire, Kiera, and all of the other preemies out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8114196928762333652?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8114196928762333652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8114196928762333652' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8114196928762333652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8114196928762333652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/11/prematurity-awareness-day.html' title='Prematurity Awareness Day'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/TOQd6Qws06I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2iY75KcYac0/s72-c/IMG_1858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-2911077782743007586</id><published>2010-11-11T16:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:29:43.874-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby OP'/><title type='text'>14-15 weeks</title><content type='html'>i meant to update every week, but apparently that's too lofty of a goal for me right now. :) so we'll just try to do every other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are going well. my last OB appointment was outstanding. the baby was being a bit difficult with the doppler, which is the exact opposite of how ryan was. he always jumped right up like he was saying "here i am mommy!" not so much with this one. this one made the doctor work for it. but the heartbeat was there and measured at 167, which is actually quite low for this baby (but still perfect!) as we've been at about 180 every other time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we officially have our delivery date - may 2nd, 2011. my maternal grandmother will turn 90 on the same day. ryan was supposed to be born on my paternal grandfather's birthday, but we all know how that turned out! hopefully this birth will be less dramatic. at this point, there is no indication that the pregnancy will be anything but normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: 14w3d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: none, although a few more chocolate chip cookies and we're going to have to change that answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: still a big fan. the hips have been better the last couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: unknown, although i have my money on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: we have a boy name and a girl name now, but we're not sharing. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: still tired and nauseous. seriously baby OP, mommy likes to feel better at 13 weeks. we're now 10 days overdue. please stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: still big on nacho cheese chalupas. except i like mine with pizza hut breadsticks, which are located a good distance away. it's ridiculous really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: so far so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: i *might* be feeling some blurps every now and again, but i can't be sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: getting bigger by the day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: Nov. 22nd for our 16 week appt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-2911077782743007586?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/2911077782743007586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=2911077782743007586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/2911077782743007586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/2911077782743007586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/11/14-15-weeks.html' title='14-15 weeks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4652583628862861196</id><published>2010-10-24T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:19:51.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're expanding</title><content type='html'>well, i guess i should say that i'm expanding. :) we are expecting our 2nd little one at the beginning of may. technically my due date is may 9th, but we'll likely deliver the week before due to the need for a c-section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pregnancy has been so different than my experience with ryan. i had occasional nausea with him and never was tired or had any cravings. this time around, i'm tired, and the baby is relentless with the cravings, that is when i'm not overcome with nausea. thank god that my fertility doctor was willing to give me zofran. i'm telling you, that stuff is a miracle drug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most amazing thing is that i had an ultrasound last week and we found that the placenta is at the top of my uterus, which is about the best case scenario. god willing, there won't be any other complications...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: 12 weeks, also known as 1 week until i feel much, much better (or at least i did with ryan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Gain: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: still a big fan. my hips hurt sometimes from laying on my side, but not too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: unknown, although i have my money on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:  tbd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling:  tired and nauseous. thank goodness ryan is only 2 and won't likely remember me being a slacker of a mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings:  lobster cigars from wasabi. seriously. this stupid appetizer costs $12. this is ridiculous. i'm also a big fan of nacho cheese chalupas from taco bell and pizza hut breadsticks. and chocolate milk and fruity candy. i said things were different this time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: so far so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly: i started wearing my maternity pants about 2 weeks ago. i mostly just look fat, but i'm imagining it won't be long till we move on to pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Appointment: tomorrow. then i have no appointments for a whole 4 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4652583628862861196?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4652583628862861196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4652583628862861196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4652583628862861196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4652583628862861196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-expanding.html' title='We&apos;re expanding'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-809947684644774811</id><published>2010-07-12T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:32:27.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>I am going to be 30 in 23 short days. Although I must admit that the blow of such a huge age milestone is dampened by my husband's arrival a whole 1 and a half years before me, it still is a big deal.  I remember when my parents were in their 30s.  And now here I go. &lt;br /&gt;I am exactly where I thought I would be when I was 30, plus or minus a few things.  I want a new house. I want another kid (or 2, who knows). I wouldn't turn down getting paid more money, but mostly because I want to pay down debt, not because I want anything fancy.  But, for all intents and purposes, I'm 100% happy where I am.  &lt;br /&gt;That being said, there are a few personal goals I would like to achieve before I turn 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Get a bigger house&lt;br /&gt;-  Pay down some debt&lt;br /&gt;-  Have 3 photographs I can really be proud of&lt;br /&gt;-  Pass the stupid CPA exam&lt;br /&gt;-  Have a 2nd kid (those of you that know Ryan's story know that it's not as easy as it looks over here)&lt;br /&gt;-  Run a 5K (which could be complicated by the goal above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm already working on it. I started the couch to 5K program with a bunch of wonderful preemie moms I've gotten to know.  I watched a CPA video during my lunch today. As for the kid and the house, there's only so much I can do, but hopefully these things will just fall into place (yeah right, not my style). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out 30, it's going to be a crazy ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-809947684644774811?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/809947684644774811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=809947684644774811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/809947684644774811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/809947684644774811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/07/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-1935966650800550478</id><published>2010-03-14T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:33:00.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all a matter of perspective</title><content type='html'>it all started on december 4, 2007. we went to the OB for our first preconception appointment. she handed us some clomid and some specific instructions then told us she'd see us in 3 months if we weren't pregnant. knowing it isn't that easy, i took control of the situation and made an appointment with a reproductive endocrinologist. after a bunch of tests, a seriously disappointment discussion regarding costs, and a lot of crying, we got pregnant on our first cycle with the RE. not bad for only having a 10% change of conception. we were thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at our 20w appointment we found out the placenta was low and told that we might need a c-section if it didn't move. after all we had been through, i figured no big deal, right? the control freak side of me thought a c-section might be better anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at 22w, it started. bleeding. and then more bleeding, and then more bleeding. until finally, at 32w6d, we delivered. at almost exactly a year, our infertility battle was over and another even more difficult battle was beginning. i felt angry. i felt disappointed, i felt guilty for not being able to carry my baby boy to 40 weeks. i hated the NICU. i hated the apnea monitor. i hated the synagis shots and the hand sanitizer and the weight checks. and on one level or another, i was carrying those feelings with me all this time. why couldn't anything just be simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today, it all changed. i read a story about another preemie. he was also born at 32 weeks (they don't count the days in gestational age, even though i insist on counting them because they were a long 6 days!) and had a twin sister. his sister was doing wonderfully, but not the little boy. he was 10 months and had a bunch of medical problems, none of which are uncommon for a preemie. he passed away a few days ago from complications from RSV, a serious "baby cold" that is even more serious for preemies because of their underdeveloped lungs and weak immune systems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan had RSV a few weeks ago, despite our best efforts to keep him away as he wasn't approved for synagis shots this year (a monthly shot that decreases the effects of RSV). he didn't experience any breathing problems and our biggest hurdle were the high temps he kept having. but our baby boy came through without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it hit me - i'm not unlucky, i'm the luckiest person alive. we got pregnant even though we only had a 10% chance. we made it to 32w6d even though we started having problems at 22w. it so easily could have been my baby boy that had health problsm, but instead we have a perfect, healthy baby boy. i get to chase and hold and snuggle and love my perfect baby boy every single day. and that makes me the luckiest, regardless of what hurdles we had to overcome to get to this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1935966650800550478?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/1935966650800550478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=1935966650800550478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1935966650800550478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1935966650800550478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-all-matter-of-perspective.html' title='it&apos;s all a matter of perspective'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4290728481139542568</id><published>2010-03-02T19:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:46:08.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>god grant me the patience</title><content type='html'>ryan is, hands down, the most important thing in my world. followed very closely by michael, butler, molly, and the rest of my family and friends. being his mom is truly an honor and a responsibility that i take more seriously than i could ever have imagined i would. i once read a quote about how the bond between mother and child is so special because the baby is the only one to have ever heard the mommy's heart beat from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand mama animals now - i understand why the mommy animal tries to attack anything that comes near her fragile babies. and i think this feeling is special to moms. i know that my husband loves ryan as much as i do, but i don't think he has that same, for lack of a better word, maternal instinct to protect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's a very fine line between caring for your child and allowing your child to make mistakes and take risks that will eventually make them into the person they will grow up to be. it is the hardest thing in the world to stand by and watch as your child makes a bad decision. whether that decision is something as harmless as not taking a nap or as potentially dangerous as diving off the edge of a chair onto the hardwood floors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given my love of control, i think i am finding this balance particularly difficult. i can't protect him from everything or everyone. i can't control how people treat him, how they feel about him, or how his relationships evolve. i want nothing but happiness and love for my little boy, but even i know that's unreasonable. he will be hurt. he will cry. he will know love beyond words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's one thing that i can control - the fact that my son will never, ever have to doubt that i love him. even for a second. no matter what. and all i can do is hope that's enough. and all i can ask is for god to grant me the patience to accept the things i cannot change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4290728481139542568?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4290728481139542568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=4290728481139542568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4290728481139542568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/4290728481139542568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-grant-me-patience.html' title='god grant me the patience'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-5504673847614092262</id><published>2010-02-23T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:43:26.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blog overhaul and the grand ah ha! moment</title><content type='html'>after i had ryan, i started feeling a lot of anxiety. i have had some anxiety here and there for a long time, but never to this extent. so, off to the doctor i went. after explaining the things that cause me anxiety, the doctor told me that i did not have an anxiety disorder, instead i have obsessive compulsive disorder. i laughed. when she asked what i was laughing about (probably while considering a completely different diagnosis!), i told her that i was relieved. you see, i've always known on one level or another that i was obsessive compulsive and it was just a matter of time until it because a disorder - knowing that i didn't have an anxiety disorder in addition to OCD was great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i've explored my diagnosis in the last few months, a lot of things have become clear. for instance, did you know that having my socks stuck to the bottom of my feet drives me insane? honestly. i will take off my shoes at work and just wear socks if it gets bad enough. and stuffed animals. i have always felt bad picking up a stuffed animal and then leaving it at the store. don't even get me started on looking at puppies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, there's the big one - sickness. it used to just be puking. if someone was nauseous, i was out of there. if i was nauseous, i was in a panic. it's expanded to include all types of sickness since i had ryan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do all of these things have in common? control. i don't do well when i don't have a plan and i don't have control of what's happening in my life. and in the last 2 years of my life, it has become more and more obvious that i can't control most things and i need to figure out how to misplace control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-5504673847614092262?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/5504673847614092262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=5504673847614092262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5504673847614092262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/5504673847614092262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-overhaul-and-grand-ah-ha-moment.html' title='blog overhaul and the grand ah ha! moment'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6541925757172924966</id><published>2008-07-28T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:04:09.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/SI3LpL0VTzI/AAAAAAAAADc/X1Z1C35m_tA/s1600-h/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228058650854379314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/SI3LpL0VTzI/AAAAAAAAADc/X1Z1C35m_tA/s200/IMG_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last weekend we went to iowa city for dylan's 1st birthday (pictures posted soon). butler and molly decided to stay home and go to daycare/boarding at their favorite place. they had a great time, even if molly did need a bath when she came home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, friday night michael and i woke up to molly hacking something fierce. after some quick internet research, i figured she probaby had kennel cough. ick. even more importantly, it's like the puppy verison of the flu or a cold and there's nothing we can do about it. turns out, the kennel cough vaccine is about as effective as the flu shot in humans...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to dubuque this weekend and michael stayed home with the pups. molly seemed to be improving, but was now occasionally hacking up some white foamy stuff (which i hear is normal for kennel cough). sunday night, however, i woke up to butler hacking! we were up for a good while with him, as it's very hard to fall asleep when you have two dogs coughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i called the vet this morning to see where we should go from here. she said to just watch them to make sure they don't get worse. i asked her if there was anything we could do to reduce the coughing. she said to let them cough, it helps clear up the infection. and then she said this should resolve in 4-5 weeks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently this little situation is the universe's way of getting michael and i ready for the baby....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6541925757172924966?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6541925757172924966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-1676614390615759711</id><published>2008-07-23T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:04:09.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;come january 22nd (plus or minus a few days), michael and i will be having a baby! well, i suspect i'll be actually "having" the baby, but you get the idea. i will be 14 weeks along tomorrow and i'm feeling much better. weeks 7-12 were not great, but it gets better everyday. i eat a full 3 meals almost everyday now. i actually ended up losing 10 lbs during the 1st trimester! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've been busy getting ready for our addition. over the 4th of july our friend greg and his friend mike came to town and helped us move furniture (can't move furniture when you're pregnant, schucks!). we moved the office into the sunroom, the guest bedroom into the office, and the guest bedroom is now empty, more or less. we have our bedding, our stroller, a car seat base, a front carrier, a diaper bag, a quilt from michael's grandma, and tons of very cute little clothes! everyone has been so supportive and excited. we will find out in september whether it will be a baby boy or a baby girl. and michael and i have a bet on how big the baby will be. i say over 8 lbs, michael says 7.5 lbs or less. the weight between 7.5 and 8 is still open for bets! it's been a great trip so far. and &lt;a href="http://www.babysites.com/sites/babymac012209"&gt;baby mac &lt;/a&gt;has its own website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we planned awhile ago to take a vacation as soon as we found out we were pregnant. so, we booked a vacation to key west from august 30th to september 4th. we have a great hotel lined up and are looking forward to our last vacation for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/SIfLNG6u4eI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rz5WT61nZys/s1600-h/IMG_1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226369318642442722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/SIfLNG6u4eI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rz5WT61nZys/s200/IMG_1116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the major things we had to get was a new car. turns out the jeep liberty was getting a little old (119,000 miles will do that to a car!) and there was no way that michael and i were going to fit in the car with a baby, butler, molly, and enough stuff for the weekend. i got a new job with a very big pay increase, so we went car shopping. after trying just about every SUV/crossover out there (no minivans!), i finally found the honda pilot. michael had suggested it several times, but i thought it looked boring. turns out it's the perfect car for us! we ended up with a 2005 blue honda pilot EXL. it has a sunroof, sunglasses holder, and DVD player! there are 3 rows of seats and so i think we will all fit just fine. so far i love it! too bad michael will be driving it most of the time since i'm commuting farther and we have a lot of miles to burn on his lease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;things are definitely changing, but we're excited to meet our baby. i can't believe we have another 6 months to wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1676614390615759711?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/1676614390615759711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=1676614390615759711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time!</title><content type='html'>wow, owning a house is a lot of work. i know, i know, everyone said it would be, and michael and i knew that one one level or another, but come on! we've been outside from after dinner until dark most nights trying to get our lawn to look less like the desert (not the pretty kind like in arizona, the barren kind...) and more like an actual wisconsin lawn! tonight we tilled up dirt. with this claw looking thing. i don't even know its name.... but it felt like some sort of arm/core machine at the gym!&lt;br /&gt;we bought some broccoli, strawberries, pumpkins, sunflowers and corn to plant in the back. and a lilac tree. i started growing the sunflowers and pumpkin in these cute little mock-greenhouse pellet things, and they're actually growing! so now we just have to figure out how to arrange things in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;and we got a lawn service. it looks all cheap when they send you the flier...not true when they do the estimate! but we figure we need a little help this summer as our lawn seriously sucks!&lt;br /&gt;yes, it is a lot of work. especially on top of all of our major projects we're in the middle of. like stripping all the woodwork in the living room. and there's a lot of woodwork in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;and we've started discussing new floors in the kitchen....&lt;br /&gt;and a landscaping project....&lt;br /&gt;it never ends.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-7628340572799695680?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/7628340572799695680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=7628340572799695680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7628340572799695680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7628340572799695680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-time.html' title='spring time!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-4197947737222692974</id><published>2008-04-20T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:03:44.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>michael vs kate at 4:36 am</title><content type='html'>my husband talks in his sleep. he sees things and very consistently wakes me up to tell me something or look for something, or any other number of things.&lt;br /&gt;on several occasions, like five occasions, michael has woken me up to ask me whether i feel the bed moving. i respond that i do not and he says it is moving. i say no and we both go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;on thursday night, at about 4:36, butler woke up barking. which woke up molly who started barking. which woke up michael.&lt;br /&gt;he shook me and asked me if i felt the bed moving.  i don't like to be woken up under any circumstances. but especially at 4:36. it's too close to when i have to get up. i feel slighted.&lt;br /&gt;no i said. no moving bed, you're just halucinating.&lt;br /&gt;to which he insisted that not only was he not halucinating, but that the tv (which is in the biggest piece of furniture EVER) and for that matter, the entire house was shaking.  and, as usual, he assured me that this was NOT something he would halicuinate about. &lt;br /&gt;i heard a noise, but i assumed it was outside. i told him he was halicuinating and that he should go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i remember formulating in my head the perfect argument - what did he think was moving the entire house? an earthquake? but then i realized there's no sense arguing with someone who's already halucinating.&lt;br /&gt;michael woke me up again at about 6:30 am. to tell me there had actually been an earthquake in illinois at 4:36 am and aftershocks were felt throughout the midwest.&lt;br /&gt;who would blame me though? what's more likely - an earthquake in the midwest or mike hallucinating? i rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-4197947737222692974?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/4197947737222692974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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spring</title><content type='html'>this weekend was the first one since February that i didn't have a committment on Saturday doing volunteer taxes.  don't get me wrong, i like doing taxes, but tax season could drive just about anyone crazy! so we had the entire weekend to ourselves to do what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;on friday night we went to dinner with michael's dad, Sue, Erin, Nate, Cole, and Grant at Bravo. it was yummy. then we came home and chatted with dad and mom about the earthquake (see above).&lt;br /&gt;on saturday morning, i slept as late as i wanted. michael went to lunch with his friend Creighton and i went to mayfair mall to wander around by myself, which is one of my favorite things to do. we saw forgetting sarah marshall, which was pretty funny. we went to lowes and bought a new lawnmower and did some research about redoing the kitchen floors and finished up the night with dinner at qdoba. we took the pups for a walk and watched some recorded tv.&lt;br /&gt;sunday i slept as late as i wanted after sleeping with the window open partially. we called Erin and Nate and set a time to come play with the boys. we put our new bike rack together only to discover that it wouldn't fit with the spare tire on my jeep, and then realized if we took the tire off it was fine.  we loaded up the bikes and were off to get lunch at noodles and get michael's glasses adjusted.&lt;br /&gt;then we drove to new berlin to play with Cole and Grant while Erin and Nate worked on their yard a bit. we played in the water table and learned all about water displacement, played some soccer, played some T-ball, and took a walk to the park. then we hit the customary weekend trips to the grocery store and sam's club and filled the bike tires.&lt;br /&gt;we came home and had some delicious hot dogs on the grill and cut up some fruit for the week.&lt;br /&gt;now, just watching some tv, might take a bath, and then off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;what a great weekend. tons of time outside. even a bit of color on our skin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-3133637766967427840?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/3133637766967427840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=3133637766967427840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3133637766967427840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/3133637766967427840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-spring.html' title='i love the spring'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-7070153472660941810</id><published>2008-03-21T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:10:36.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>wow, has it really been since December 16th since i posted last?&lt;br /&gt;things have been the same around here. i started a new project last weekend at home - refinishing the woodwork in the living room. we have a TON of original woodwork, which is beautiful except that it is old and crusty. the varnish is alligatoring (no, i didn't make that up, some wood guy said it) and about 3 paint jobs back they decided not to tape before painting the walls and so the edges of the wood have 2 layers of white and 1 layer of red paint. which looks weird with my green walls....so that's taking forever, but it will be beautiful when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;it's been snowing here like mad. and everywhere else. we got out of work today at 11:30 am, which rocks my socks. and gave me a little extra time for refinishing!&lt;br /&gt;the pups both celebrated a birthday - molly is 2 and butler is 4. the both enjoyed some peanut butter flavored puppy ice cream on both birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the full swing of things volunteering at VITA on the weekends (volunteer tax prep) at Marquette. it's a lot of work, but i figure it balances my karma from the rest of the week. i'm also in the full swing at Susan G Komen Race for the Cure. we're all (me, michael, mom, dad, danielle, and eric) doing the madison race so we can do it together. it should be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;michael loves his job. he has a ridiculous amount of things in common with his boss and he seems really happy. which makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;grant's 1st birthday was this past weekend. i can't believe he's been around for a year! that's crazy! and dylan is 8 months. it seems like about 2 weeks ago they were both born. grant is walking around and i'm sure dylan won't be far behind. alex just turned 10! i have a 10 year old nephew! meghan is 16, drew is 7, will is 4 and cole will be 4 in may. no more babies! very strange! i still think of them all as they were the day i met them - meghan was 12, alex was 5, drew was 2 or 3, and no one else was around yet.&lt;br /&gt;we leave for arizona on april 3rd to go see scott and jess. that will be a welcome vacation! we're going to see a cave and relax! it will be our first real vacation since our honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;we got a new camera after christmas. i researched long and hard and decided on the canon powershot SD850IS. it absolutely rocks. i can get insane shots of moving objects, which was important with all the kids and pets around! and of course we now have a ton more pictures on the picture site at &lt;a href="http://mckate.smugmug.com/"&gt;http://mckate.smugmug.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all the update i have for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-7070153472660941810?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/7070153472660941810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=7070153472660941810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7070153472660941810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/7070153472660941810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-8600245618578322911</id><published>2007-12-16T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:12:23.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>at last....</title><content type='html'>michael graduated today. we attended an all-university graduation ceremony like all the others this morning and then went to a luncheon where the individual law school candidates were hooded (they put a sash around your neck, i had to put my own on before the graduation started, which was hilarious, because it's not an easy piece of apparel to figure out and i had no idea what to do with it...). all in all, it was a very nice day. mostly, i'm glad it's over. it is about a hundred times more difficult to be married to someone in law school than it is to actually attend law school.  michael has a job, starting January 3rd, as the third attorney at a workers' compensation defense firm representing insurance companies. so here we are, married for 2+ years, in our house for our first christmas, with 2 very sweet puppies and it finally seems as if everything is coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the hooding ceremony, the speaker made reference to the following poem. it cracks me up. i insert it now in dedication to my husband, esquire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;a href="http://www.write.co.nz/mainsite/TheNightBeforeChristmasInLegalese.html"&gt;The night before Christmas’ in legalese&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, on or about the night prior to Christmas, there did occur at a certain improved piece of real property (hereinafter "the House") a general lack of stirring by all creatures therein, including, but not limited to a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;A variety of foot apparel, e.g., stocking, socks, etc., had been affixed by and around the chimney in said House in the hope and/or belief that St. Nick a/k/a/ St. Nicholas a/k/a/ Santa Claus (hereinafter "Claus") would arrive at sometime thereafter. The minor residents, i.e. the children, of the aforementioned House were located in their individual beds and were engaged in nocturnal hallucinations, i.e. dreams, wherein vision of confectionery treats, including, but not limited to, candies, nuts and/or sugar plums, did dance, cavort and otherwise appear in said dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Whereupon the party of the first part (sometimes hereinafter referred to as ("I"), being the joint-owner in fee simple of the House with the party of the second part (hereinafter "Mamma"), and said Mamma had retired for a sustained period of sleep. (At such time, the parties were clad in various forms of headgear, e.g., kerchief and cap.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, and without prior notice or warning, there did occur upon the unimproved real property adjacent and appurtenant to said House, i.e., the lawn, a certain disruption of unknown nature, cause and/or circumstance. The party of the first part did immediately rush to a window in the House to investigate the cause of such disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, the party of the first part did observe, with some degree of wonder and/or disbelief, a miniature sleigh (hereinafter "the Vehicle") being pulled and/or drawn very rapidly through the air by approximately eight (8) reindeer. The driver of the Vehicle appeared to be and in fact was, the previously referenced Claus.&lt;br /&gt;Said Claus was providing specific direction, instruction and guidance to the approximately eight (8) reindeer and specifically identified the animal co-conspirators by name: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen (hereinafter "the Deer"). (Upon information and belief, it is further asserted that an additional co- conspirator named "Rudolph" may have been involved.)&lt;br /&gt;The party of the first part witnessed Claus, the Vehicle and the Deer intentionally and willfully trespass upon the roofs of several residences located adjacent to and in the vicinity of the House, and noted that the Vehicle was heavily laden with packages, toys and other items of unknown origin or nature. Suddenly, without prior invitation or permission, either express or implied, the Vehicle arrived at theHouse, and Claus entered said House via the chimney.&lt;br /&gt;Said Claus was clad in a red fur suit, which was partially covered with residue from the chimney, and he carried a large sack containing a portion of the aforementioned packages, toys, and other unknown items. He was smoking what appeared to be tobacco in a small pipe in blatant violation of local ordinances and health regulations.&lt;br /&gt;Claus did not speak, but immediately began to fill the stocking of the minor children, which hung adjacent to the chimney, with toys and other small gifts. (Said items did not, however, constitute "gifts" to said minor pursuant to the applicable provisions of the U.S. Tax Code.)&lt;br /&gt;Upon completion of such task, Claus touched the side of his nose and flew, rose and/or ascended up the chimney of the House to the roof where the Vehicle and Deer waited and/or served as "lookouts." Claus immediately departed for an unknown destination.&lt;br /&gt;However, prior to the departure of the Vehicle, Deer and Claus from said House, the party of the first part did hear Claus state and/or exclaim: "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!" Or words to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-8600245618578322911?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/8600245618578322911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=8600245618578322911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8600245618578322911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/8600245618578322911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2007/12/at-last.html' title='at last....'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-6808449809953478620</id><published>2007-11-02T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:08:15.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>national lampoon's halloween vacation</title><content type='html'>so a couple of months ago we got this flyer in our mailbox written in some sort of old school english in a weird font.  i couldn't quite figure out exactly what i was supposed to do, but i did figure it had something to do with a halloween decorating contest in our neighborhood. with mike in his last semester and me just not caring enough about halloween (i just like the kids dressed up), we decided not to participate. good decision. we would have gotten our butts kicked. turns out halloween is HUGE here on vista ave. i came home from an appointment at about noon and the festivities were in full swing. the guy across the street had one of those blow up jumpy things for kids to play in as they trick or treated and a bar set up with two different types of margaritas. everyone else had full cemetaries. we had a pumpkin. but he was very cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-6808449809953478620?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/6808449809953478620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=6808449809953478620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6808449809953478620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/6808449809953478620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2007/11/national-lampoons-halloween-vacation.html' title='national lampoon&apos;s halloween vacation'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17619608.post-882368098411562393</id><published>2007-10-28T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:04:09.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers...more than meets the eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/RyTsir92hpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VlDE67ovk9k/s1600-h/CAM_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of our favorite movies of this summer was transformers, so when it came out on DVD, mike had to have it. i found this special edition at target. the actual DVD case is a transformer!! check out the photos (and new photos from Wagfest, our carpet, and our lawn) at &lt;a href="http://mckate.smugmug.com/"&gt;http://mckate.smugmug.com&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-882368098411562393?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/882368098411562393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=882368098411562393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/882368098411562393'/><link rel='self' 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and don't want to know anything, stop reading), anthony hopkins shoots his wife and puts her in a coma, gets acquitted, pulls the plug, and then they go after him for murder. this screams double jeopardy, which pretty much says you can't be tried for the same crime twice. well, of course it's a little more complicated. so, after reliving our criminal law 1L classes, i finally make mike hand me his laptop so i can google whether this is a legitimate legal tactic.&lt;br /&gt;here's the funny part - i found at least 3 writeups on whehter the legal principles used in this exact movie were legally sound. not just quick mentions or yes or no answers, but complex hypotheticals and research. which means, lawyers from around the country watched the movie (making cracks all the way through about how unrealistic everything is), discussed this movie with someone (likely someone less than interested in the conversation), and then jumped on the internet to engage in a legal discussion regarding the movie.&lt;br /&gt;this is how lawyers spend their free time. researching and discussing the legal theory of something that, before law school, would have been considered nothing more than entertainment.  other professionals just don't do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-1936533005931135993?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/1936533005931135993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=1936533005931135993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1936533005931135993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/1936533005931135993'/><link 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get me pumped up, however, is ms. spears half-assing her "comeback". seriously. you have been investigated by the authorities twice for being an unfit parent. you shaved your head. you insist you did not need to go to rehab. you utilize gas station bathrooms, and not one of those nice bathrooms where things are clean, but one of those ones you need to get the key from the attendant to use, and should only be used in the case of an extreme emergency, but only if you're up to date on all your vaccines, without shoes on. i don't like to wear shoes, but i'm not that adventuresome. and lastly, your parenting skills have led everyone in the country to think Kevin Federline is the best choice for parenting those poor kids. Kevin Federline. papa zao. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV took a chance and, despite conflict that should have made it clear to them this was the worst idea in history, agreed to not only let you perform, but to be the opening of their ratings challenged VMAs. they're kicking themselves for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this Dennis Hensley, writing for MSN.com said it best -&lt;br /&gt;"Her blasé attitude, though, is inexcusable. Britney was like a jaded stripper a few minutes before closing time who leaves her ciggie burning backstage while she goes out to shake her weary ass for the punters one more time. Simply put, she looked like she didn’t want to be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't have described it better myself. this could have been huge for you britney. instead, your performance looked like you were wandering about aimlessly, occasionally stopping to lip-sync the lyrics to your ever-so-complicated song. you should have tried a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;britney, you've lost a fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17619608-801044570565656117?l=mckate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/feeds/801044570565656117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17619608&amp;postID=801044570565656117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/801044570565656117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17619608/posts/default/801044570565656117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckate.blogspot.com/2007/09/britney-britney-britney.html' title='britney, britney, britney....'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9OwNrh2ibY/S4ST76YQDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YF_-0L_iaMU/S220/photos0984_RJ.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
