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The idea is to copy and paste to your own blog and bold or underline the things you have done.
01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said “I love you” and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby’s diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36.Danced like a fool and didn’t care who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized your CDs
57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
83. Gotten flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Kissed on the first date
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children (in the process)
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
98. Passed out cold
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray
110. Broken someone’s heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
132. Touched a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad – and the Odyssey
135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating (do fish count?)
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life
Voice in my head: Wait, what are you doing? Are you even listening to me?! I said NO blogging! Go clean the house! You can only play on your blog after you clean the house…
Oh you are so grounded.
I can’t help it. I have my weaknesses, and the internet (mostly myspace) is one of them…
Or it could be that I really just don’t like cleaning the house and am looking for any other reason to not clean. Like “Hey, I should write a blog! I have nothing interesting to say, but I really should write a blog to kill some time while I am avoiding cleaning the house!” Wow, I figured myself out.
On to the cleaning.
I don’t know why I started a blog. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but my life is so incredibly dull I can’t even think of entertaining things to write about. I leave my house about twice a week and it’s been this way since I was put on disability. Occasionally I have a doctors appointment or something that is vaguely exciting to me, but I know it won’t be to a perfect stranger. Anyways, I don’t have a ton to say about anything and I have never been well spoken. I read all these other blogs from people that are entertaining, and I can’t help but think, why can’t I be witty? I do, however, have family out there that reads my blogs to hear stories that they have probably already heard form me, but they are typed now! So that makes a difference! Lol.
Anyways, today I had my ultrasound. I am 34 weeks tomorrow and my little Avalynn is weighing in at 5 pounds! I am pretty sure I will deliver around 38 weeks like I did with my first child (because sometimes mothers just know), and I bet baby will weigh about as much as her older sis did when she was born (which was pretty much 7 pounds even). I talked with the doctor today who told me that my blood test results for certain clotting disorders weren’t back yet (I had them done in April). I figure by the time they get them back the pregnancy will probably be over. They are going to start doing non-stress test from here on out. I thought they would wait until a little later in the pregnancy to start them but when I told the doctor I would be 34 weeks tomorrow he replied, “We better start them now then,” which actually kind of frightened me a little.
It’s about one week until my baby shower (Yes, I know about it!) and everything that used to seem so far away has suddenly crept up on me and is right around the corner. I’ve got about one month left until we have a new family member, and I am trying to get in as much quality time with my toddler as I can, which may not be so beneficial once the new one arrives. She will be much more angry because she had my full and undivided attention (unless there is a cheesecake in the house) for the little while before her sister arrived and will probably be more so upset that I am even alive at that point let alone feeding this intruder instead of watching Dora with her.
My feelings about this [unwanted] c-section have consumed my dreams even making sleep more impossible than it was already. I keep having nightmares that as I am climbing the THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS to my apartment after my c-section and my staples split open and all my organs come spilling out. Let me tell you, this is a very fun nightmare. I wonder if I went to our apartment manager tomorrow and demanded that an elevator be installed so that I do not have to climb these THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS after having major abdominal surgery if they could have it installed in less than a month… Well, it was a nice thought.
Last night around 12:40am I started having contractions.
I have been having Braxton Hicks contractions for the past couple of months, but these ones were different. They felt like my whole belly got really tight (as they do with my braxton hicks) but I felt pain during them starting in my back and even in the tops of my thighs. So I started timing. I was getting them around every seven minutes and was getting more than four an hour, which, in all the baby books says it’s time to call the doctor.
Well, first I called my mother, because thinking you might possibly be in labor at only 32 weeks is pretty scary and I wanted to hear what she thought. Of course she told me to call the doc, who told me to go to the hospital. My husband (who works nights) was still at work and I had to wait for him to get home before I could go. I was still having them while I waited and nothing in the books were working to stop them (drink a glass of water, change positions, lay on your left side). He got home not too long after I called the doctor and we woke up our toddler and headed to the hospital.
They put me in a bed and hooked me up to all the monitors. My contractions were still coming, a little sporadically but still enough to have 7 in the first hour. The nurse told me that the contractions weren’t very strong and very probably Braxton Hicks but they wanted to monitor me for another 30 minutes. In the next 30 minutes the contractions got stronger and longer. The nurse stayed in the room for a couple of them and felt my belly during them. She told me that she thought they should call the doctor and give me a shot of Terbutaline since the contractions were getting stronger and I was having a lot of them.
She left the room to call the doctor and almost as soon as she did, the contractions stopped. Twenty minutes went by with nothing. Another nurse came in (shift change?) and told me she thought that it was just false labor since they had stopped. She also didn’t tell me who the hell she was which annoyed me, but oh well… Just as quickly as the contractions had started, they were over and the doctor gave me the okay to go home. So around six am we started to head home.
A whole nights sleep lost, but one very important thing to be grateful for, no NICU baby. I told my husband I felt bad that my parents came an hour just to watch our toddler in the middle of the night for nothing, but at the same time I am so glad they came for nothing. Trust me, I am anxious and impatient to see this baby, but believe me, the last thing I want to see is this baby hooked up to tubes and wires like I did my first daughter. I would stay pregnant for a million more years to make sure we don’t have to go through that again. I guess we will just wait and see. I have still had more contractions today, but not close enough to go back to the hospital. I hope this baby waits a little bit longer to come meet her big sister, it would make me the happiest woman alive to be able to bring this baby home with me, happy and healthy, and at full term.
Well as a mother of a child that suffered two strokes during her vaginal delivery, I found this article to be very interesting and helpful as I have been debating whether or not to deliver vaginally or via cesarean section for the upcoming birth of my second daughter. This article published online in an issue of Radiology states that;
“Pregnant women were recruited for a prospective study of neonatal brain development…After informed consent was obtained from a parent, neonates were imaged with 3.0-T magnetic resonance (MR) imaging…Medical records were prospectively and retrospectively reviewed for selected risk factors, which included method of delivery, duration of labor, and evidence of maternal or neonatal birth trauma. Risk factors were assessed for relationship to ICH by using Fisher exact test statistics.
Ninety-seven neonates underwent MR imaging between the ages of 1 and 5 weeks. Eighty-eight (44 male and 44 female) neonates (65 with vaginal delivery and 23 with cesarean delivery) completed the MR imaging evaluation. Seventeen neonates with ICHs (16 subdural, two subarachnoid, and six parenchymal hemorrhages) were identified. Seven infants had two or more types of hemorrhages. All neonates with ICH were delivered vaginally, with a prevalence of 26% in vaginal births. ICH was significantly associated with vaginal birth but not with prolonged duration of labor or with traumatic or assisted vaginal birth. “
These number are staggering, at least to me. More studies on this subject should be pursued. All of the babies [involved with the study] with intercranial hemorrhage were delivered vaginally.
And according to a follow-up article posted by the Radiological Society of North America;
“Small bleeds in and around the brain are very common in infants who are born vaginally,” said John H. Gilmore, M.D., professor of psychiatry and Vice-Chair for Research and Scientific Affairs at the University of North Carolina School of Medicine in Chapel Hill. “It seems that a normal vaginal birth can cause these small bleeds.”
“In our study, neither the size of the baby or the baby’s head, the length of the labor, nor the use of vacuum or forceps to assist the delivery caused the bleeds,” Dr. Gilmore said. “The bleeds are probably caused by pressure on the skull during delivery.”
I don’t know about you but this article is enough to make me call up my OB right now to schedule the c-section. I am heartbroken by this idea, but it really is what is best for the baby, and you know, you’ve just got to do your homework in these types of situations and make an informed decision for yourself.
A conversation between my mother and I;
Me (11:37:46 AM): It’s not cute anymore. It’s not fun. I want this baby out now.
Mom (11:38:02 AM): Nope, not gonna happen. Wouldn’t be prudent
Me (11:39:34 AM): One. I got four hours of sleep last night thanks to pregnancy induced restless leg syndrome. Two. There is NO way this baby could kick ANY harder. Three. It is truly starting to bug me that my belly is constantly touching my legs. Four. My sciatic nerve is pinched. Again.
Mom (11:40:14 AM): Well look at it this way….another week or so the baby will be so big she won’t be able to kick so hard
Mom (11:40:30 AM): Of course, she will just push really hard then, but at least it won’t be kicking
Me (11:40:34 AM): For all of our sakes, I sure hope so
Mom (11:40:50 AM): And you won’t be able to breathe
Mom (11:40:54 AM): But hey, less kicking
Me (11:41:06 AM): Well if she pushes any harder she will literally push herself through my belly
Mom (11:41:16 AM): You wish
Mom (11:41:21 AM): It doesn’t work that way
Mom (11:41:28 AM): Many babies have tried and they all failed
Me (11:42:23 AM): This baby will succeed. I can feel it. Feels like right now she is breaking through the first few layers, all she needs now is a spoon or nail file to dig the rest of the way out
Mom (11:42:41 AM): LOL
Mom (11:42:48 AM): Luckily for you she has no tools
Me (11:43:12 AM): If this persists I may purposefully swallow a shovel
So last night we had Erin’s sweet 16 bash. Lots of fun to be had with some really really good (smooshed) cake. She got her car, took it for a victory lap and all and all had a good time. Kayla, on the other hand, decided that eating dirt was waay more fun than any pre-planned party could ever be and thus decided to eat, decorate, and camouflage herself in as much of it as possible. Anyways, here are some pics from last night.
Okay, so maybe I’ve got a few MONTHS (sh#t.f@ck.) to go, but I am already counting down the days until I get to hold my new baby girl and I get my body back (although I’m not sure it’s going to be in the best condition once it’s returned to me). I wonder…since this child has hijacked my body only to ditch it on the side of the road somewhere torn apart and rolled over, can I call my health insurance and report this incident? Do you think they will recommend a good body shop?
Well I passed my glucose screening test, which is good. I put it off for a long time because I kept getting too hungry when I woke up and forgot that it is important NOT to eat when you are fasting. I have another doctor’s appointment next Friday and I am pretty excited that after this appointment I get to start going every two weeks instead of once a month and it makes everything go by a little bit faster.
Sorry I have been MIA for a couple of weeks now. Lots of stuff going on. Family moving, internet disconnected for a little while. Pregnancy being so tiring. I’m in week 28 now. I will post later about how things have been going and everything new that has happened.
It’s 1am. My husband is still at work. I am cleaning our bedroom and some old clothes out of my closet that have been in a bag for over a year. I start sorting through which clothes I want to keep and which I need to throw (I am nesting, lol) and I find a hideous red and green plaid nightgown that I got for Christmas one year from my grandma…I take one look at it and think ‘eww, throw this crap AWAY!’ Just as I am throwing it into the bag, a one hundred dollar bill falls onto the ground. WTF? How lucky is that? This is the second time me or my hubby has randomly found $100 or more (once my hubby found $500) of our own money somewhere in our stuff! I’m starting to realize that we really suck at keeping track of our money. But hey, we could really use the money, so it’s crazy to find it today!
Well, you never know what you can find on the Internet, and after seeing this picture of a chihuahua with a wig on on someone’s myspace, I had to know if they actually make wigs for dogs. They, in fact, do. Not only that, for the overly maniacal pet owner, you can make your beloved fluffy a wig from your own hair. I don’t even know what to say about that.
I’ve now got a picture page with some of my pictures on it. I am lazy so it’s not perfect. Some of the pictures got cut off because they were too big, but you get the picture (pun intended). I have no time or energy to resize, but please enjoy!