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Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-7491511173598537052015-04-04T08:21:00.001-06:002015-04-04T08:21:55.352-06:00New Blog: Bossy Jocie<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioY6xlyIxJ0yMlp2KgXH0fRVHHiQMELDGxbLqYNWqupnV9Ya71g-bigzR3wnPiA9KssEGuq2xeIriagF6I8xD41tkVD4JlPhDLwfL1UYhEd29DXrJ9pa1Z_AwvGoxg_pDbRBp7M2Nu5Dk/s640/blogger-image-1139825105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioY6xlyIxJ0yMlp2KgXH0fRVHHiQMELDGxbLqYNWqupnV9Ya71g-bigzR3wnPiA9KssEGuq2xeIriagF6I8xD41tkVD4JlPhDLwfL1UYhEd29DXrJ9pa1Z_AwvGoxg_pDbRBp7M2Nu5Dk/s640/blogger-image-1139825105.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Well the time has come for me to bid adieu to this blog to launch my brand new site, Bossy Jocie. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Head on over to Bossyjocie.com and check it out and enter the giveaway for a $100 Amazon giftcard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This site will still be here for a few weeks but after that all links will be forwarded to the corresponding posts on Bossy Jocie. You'll like it that way anyway, promise. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What are you still doing here? Go to Bossyjocie.com right now! Do it!!</div>Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-21598250133408992262015-03-31T09:00:00.000-06:002015-03-31T09:00:09.391-06:0028 Weeks Pregnant<div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">1) This Saturday, is the launch of my brand new website! I'm so stoked for you guys to see it!! But that means that this will be the last post on Lil' Georgia Peach. Make sure to stay tuned on my social media sites (instagram, fb, and twitter) so you'll be one of the first to see the big reveal and enter an awesome giveaway.</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Fast forward to today, I still feel pretty mediocre. It's really put a damper on me doing anything besides laying around and my house is a disaster which is stressing me out and all I can think about is how easy and simple it was to be pregnant when I didn't have a toddler to also take care of. And also kidney stones...</span></div>
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Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-57517887544505909122015-03-01T11:16:00.001-07:002015-03-01T11:16:16.833-07:0024 Weeks Pregnant<div>
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Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-72266661611192653272015-02-27T09:00:00.000-07:002015-02-27T09:00:02.028-07:00Evelyn's 18 month updateI know, I say this with every monthly update I do, but I cannot believe how fast Evelyn grows and develops. She learns new things on daily basis and mimics everything we say. It's adorable but also a little scary. Time to be careful about what we say, not that we use bad language but you never know what she could pick up.<br />
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Weight: 21 lbs 29 %<br />
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Her eating is still a mystery to me. She'll go a week eating mixed veggies for lunch and loving every last one and then one day she will throw the plate on the floor and demand something else. But since her vocabulary is still limited, that something else is usually, "cookie."<br />
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She's been sleeping through the night for a while now. Nothing much has changed in that department. She takes one 2 hour nap a day. Not long enough to get anything done but it's a nice little break for me to reset.<br />
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She has to have her blanket ("bee") when she goes to sleep and a pacifier (dummy) and she wants a book read to her ("boo boo") and a song which she lets us know by humming or holding up all five fingers and saying, "quack" which means the 5 little ducks song. That and Old MacDonald are her favorites.<br />
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She loves her toy kitchen and makes food for her dolls and stuffed animals. She's still loves her car and pushing anything around in the little stroller. She doesn't really have favorite toys but she seems partial to balls. We have this big cardboard tube that we prop up on something and she likes putting balls inside and watching them roll out the other end.<br />
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Evelyn's two most favorite places to play are outside in her sandbox and inside in the bathtub. The latter usually happens right after the former.<br />
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She LOVES being read to and has nicknames for her favorite books, Mickey is happy: "happy", Moo, Baa Lalala: "La la", The numbers book: "One!", Oh my Oh my Dinosaurs: "happy" (the first line is "dinosaurs happy."<br />
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Her vocabulary has really grown in the last few months. She's learned new words (bear, money, highchair, cute, gone, done, lap, sit, push, show), new animal sounds (grr for a bear, doodle doo for a rooster, sss for a snake), but the most exciting part to me is how she's learning to put words together.<br />
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First it started as just, "Hi. Mom." and "Brush. Hair." and "Light. On."and "Tie. Wear." and "Whats that"<br />
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Oh, and when we pull into the driveway once we've gotten home she says, "Home!"Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-13984583564685969272015-02-25T09:00:00.000-07:002015-02-25T09:00:05.004-07:00Babyland General Hospital (Cabbage Patch land)The Saturday before I left Georgia, my mom took Evelyn and I to the <a href="http://www.babylandgeneral.com/visit/" target="_blank">Babyland General Hospital</a>. For those of you who have never heard of it, it's basically a huge toy store for Cabbage Patch dolls but it's set up like a hospital.<br />
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I used to love going when I was a kid. And when I was a little older than a kid. I've always loved dolls and the way they had it set up was so fun. You could walk through a baby nursery and the NICU. Then there was a whole schoolroom setup and playground scene. The main room was set up like an enchanted forest and had cabbage plants everywhere with babies growing out of them. There were twinkling lights and little fairies and a huge tree where a baby was born every time you visited. </div>
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Since I was a kid, they built a new location and redid everything. I have to admit, I was kind of disappointed. Maybe it's because everything is better when you're a kid but I'm thinking it was mostly because they transformed it from a cool exhibit to basically a big toy store. You can still walk through some baby nurseries but they aren't staged...it's just a bunch of baby dolls in cribs.<br />
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The exterior of the new building is incredible!<br />
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One lucky person from the crowd gets to pick the new baby's name and gender.<br />
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During the "birth" a "nurse" spouts some labor puns that are pretty cheesy.<br />
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When all is said and done you can watch the baby's newborn tests from a window.<br />
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Evelyn still had fun. She loved running around and playing with the dolls and other toys they had for sale.<br />
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I even found one I wanted to get for her and it was on the cheaper end considering you could easily drop $80 in there without thinking. But I eventually realized that it was my inner child that wanted the doll more than Evelyn cared about it.<br />
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All in all it was a fun day and if you're visiting that part of Georgia with a doll-loving kid it'd still be worth it to stop by. But I wouldn't go <i>too</i> out of your way to get there unless you're cabbage patch doll obsessed.<br />
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For lunch we went to an Atlanta favorite, <a href="http://www.thevarsity.com/" target="_blank">The Varsity</a>. The closest restaurant to Babyland is Dairy Queen. If you drive a little further into Dawsonville you'll find The Varsity which has recently expanded from it's Atlanta location. There's a limited hotdog/hamburger menu but it's an Atlanta must. You could also hit the metro location and be overwhelmed by the lunch traffic.</div>
Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-42542541802019273622015-02-23T09:00:00.000-07:002015-02-23T09:00:12.409-07:00No judgement hereIt's kinda sad how easy it is to judge someone else and their situation when you've never been there. What's that phrase..hindsight is 20/20? Boy is that the truth.<br />
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Being a mother has definitely put my mom-judging in check. For instance, I used to hard core judge a mother at church who let her child run up to the stand multiple times during the service. Now, having had a daughter who loves to run up to the stand and yell and scream during the service, I don't judge so much.<br />
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I also used to slightly judge parents whose kids had messy hair or faces. Ha. I have no room to ever judge that ever. again.<br />
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Here's a short list of other ways I was way too judgey:<br />
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<li>Letting a kid watch too much tv</li>
<li>Getting chubby</li>
<li>Having a gross messy house</li>
<li>Going to the store in your pajamas</li>
<li>Opening a food item that you have yet to purchase</li>
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Sister, I have been there and I will no longer judge you on any of those things. </div>
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Moms are hard enough on themselves as it is without worrying about who is judging them for what. I have some mom friends who feel like they have to justify their decisions or actions to me and my answer is ALWAYS, "don't even worry about it."</div>
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"Oh your child had sugar cereal for breakfast? Mine had a sugar cookie."</div>
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"You haven't showered in three days? Girl, let me hold your babies and you go take an hour to yourself."</div>
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The biggest thing people justify to me specifically is their birth choices. I think they think I'm judging them for not choosing a natural birth. Guess what? I'm <i>so</i> not. </div>
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Listen, I did not have to birth your baby, you did. I do not have your body. I made my decision for me and my body and my baby and I absolutely LOVE hearing birth stories no matter how you got the kid out. I would never even utter a whisper of a thought that my labor was harder than yours. Labor is hard period. You got a human out of your body and that is something to be celebrated in whichever manner you did it. </div>
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I will vow to you right now, that I will not judge you, mom friend. Whoever you are and wherever you may be. I won't judge your unkempt presence or your sugar laden child. I will not judge your messy house or your baby that just won't sit still. I won't judge your birth story or your decision to breast/bottle feed. I just want you to still be my mom friend. Deal?</div>
Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-22366130378231495652015-02-22T09:00:00.000-07:002015-02-22T11:28:26.154-07:0023 Weeks Pregnant<div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-attachment: scroll; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>I made it to the gym 6 days this week!! I'm exhausted but hopefully I can keep it up for a while. Oh but better than that: We bought a new mattress!!! I can't wait for it to come in. I'm so excited for a more comfortable sleeping situation.</span></div>
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Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-8992413131204379642015-02-20T09:00:00.000-07:002015-02-20T18:16:39.665-07:00Our trip to GeorgiaVisiting my family in Georgia was such a blast! The downside was that Chris was still in Utah and both my parents had to go to work everyday.<br>
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My days with Evelyn were spent trying to keep her from pulling the cat's tail or crying when the dog barked and visiting with my friends who still live in Georgia.<br>
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My evenings and weekends were reserved to spend time with my parents and let them get to know Evelyn a little better. But enough of my jabber. Take a look for yourself<br>
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<br>Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-44399471665979757972015-02-18T09:00:00.000-07:002015-02-18T09:00:06.981-07:00Pregnancy anxietySo how's this for a ridiculous pregnancy symptom, I have had the most intense anxiety that I can only attribute to pregnancy. I guess I get anxious sometimes about meeting new people or whether or not I look okay to go out in public but lately it's been a little more crazy than that.<br />
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Like when I was getting ready to go to Georgia. About a week before my flight I started stressing about everything you could imagine. I was hoping that I'd get an empty seat so I could bring Evelyn's carseat on because I knew otherwise I wouldn't get any sleep. So that was stress number one. I worried about it day in and day out even though there was NOTHING I could do about it.<br />
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I worried that I would forget something at home that I'd need, so I started making a packing list down to the specific shirts and pants and jewelry and make-up items. I worried that Evelyn would get sick. I worried that I wouldn't be able to get through security on my own. I worried that I'd have to get up and pee too often on the plane and have to take Evelyn with me in that teeny tiny bathroom. I worried about everything.<br />
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I was so anxious that I couldn't sleep at night or even nap during the day.<br />
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Well that all turned out fine but only a few days later, while in Georgia, a friend invited me to a concert. I obviously said yes because I love concerts and hadn't been to one in forever. But then the anxiety started.What if Evelyn freaked out when I left and wouldn't let my parents put her to bed and cried the whole time I was gone?<br />
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Well that's an easy fix. I'd just go late to the concert after I put her to bed. But the concert was in Atlanta so then I stressed about driving there. Then I stressed about walking from the parking lot to the venue alone, then about what I'd do with my coat, whether I'd have to shell out for the $4 mini water bottle, how many times I'd have to use the nasty bathroom, what if I got too hot and ruined the concert for my friend.... It was ridic.<br />
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I freaked similarly before my flight back to Utah. I've also felt certain that I was breathing my last breaths several times when riding in the car with other people.<br />
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The only thing I can figure is that perhaps my pregnant state is making me feel more vulnerable than usual. That, and I probably have this motherly survival instinct that is making me take extra precautions before doing anything. It's a pregnancy symptom that I do not appreciate.<br />
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Has anyone else had this ridiculous pregnancy anxiety??Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-91266378177966662015-02-16T09:00:00.000-07:002015-02-16T09:00:02.495-07:00Valentine's Day Picnic<br />
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Poor Chris has been so overwhelmed with work and the house, that I told him to just relax about Valentine's Day this year. I wasn't expecting a romantic gift, a fancy date or anything else from him. I promised to take care of everything.<br />
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The day before, she helped me make some sugar cookies and then after card decorating we got to ice our cookies!<br />
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Evelyn was a bit young for this one but she sure enjoyed licking the frosting off afterwards.</div>
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After Evelyn's nap, we headed out to a park close by and had a heart themed picnic. I made heart shaped sandwiches and cheese with crackers. The rest of the food was normal but delicious. I even threw in some treats for Chris.<br />
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Dessert was the best part. It was angel food cake, whipped cream and strawberries layered in jars.</div>
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Since Evelyn came along, our romantic picnic was more of a playground play date but it was gorgeous weather and still turned out to be a lot of fun.<br />
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Our first Christmas together, Chris gave me a photo album titled: Our Adventure Book volume 1. He put in two pages himself but the rest were left empty for us to finish later. </div>
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I moved out of the house when I was 18, pretty typical age for most people I think. Every time I've come back to my childhood home has been to visit. Every memory I have in this house is from ages 10-18. That's some prime growing up right there. </div>
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So you know how sights and scents can bring feelings and memories running back? That's sort of what it's like coming back to the home where I transformed from awkward preteen to slightly less awkward adult (yeah 18 is technically an adult. Ridic right? That's basically still an infant.) who thought she had life figured out.<br />
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I'm staying in my old bedroom and it doesn't even feel like the same room even though it hasn't changed too much. Did I ever actually live here or was that a dream?<br />
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I'm reminded of all the truly immature, stupid stunts I pulled when I thought I knew everything. I can actually remember thinking that I didn't need rules or advice or anything from anyone. Which is probably why I broke all the rules and poured all the actual good advice down the toilet and was out the window before it made it to the sewer.<br />
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I'm having these moments where I'm thrown back inside the head of sixteen year old me and realizing that I've actually grown up a bit in the past 8 years.<br />
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I've spent so much of the last few years, as I got married and had a kid, thinking that I still feel the same as I did when I was 16. I thought that even though the years were flying by me, I had stayed as young and fresh and 'hip' and 'with it' (haha that even made <i>me</i> roll my eyes) as I was as a 16 year old. But being home and realizing how I wasn't those aforementioned things, I was young and stupid and clueless and immature, makes me 1) glad I'm past that part of my life and 2) nervous about raising teenagers.<br />
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I'm glad that I'm not 16 anymore. I'm glad that I'm getting older. I'm glad that I'm 24.<br />
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And you know what? I did make some dumb mistakes, really dumb ones, but I don't regret it. If I went back in time I'm pretty positive I'd make those same mistakes again. Because if I went back, I would still be that 16 year old girl who thought she had it all together. And the decisions I made then were the ones that I thought would make me happy.<br />
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Maybe I needed those experiences and mistakes to become the person I am today. Maybe I'm going to have a daughter or son who is frighteningly like me and hopefully my experiences in my teenage years will better prepare me to guide my child through a rocky time in their life. Or maybe not.<br />
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Maybe I had those experiences because I was young and immature. Either way, I'm glad that I've been able to see how far I've come in the 6 years since I moved out. It's nice to know that I'm not the same dumb, young, immature girl.<br />
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And chances are, in another 6 years I'll look back at myself today and think, "Man I did some dumb stuff." But hopefully as the years keep going by, the dumb stuff will get fewer and farther between.<br />
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I'm not going to write a letter to my 16 year old self because I know the frame of mind I had when I was 16 and I know that I would not have even taken advice from my future self. Instead, I'll write a letter to any teenager who isn't quite as headstrong as I was and might know and use good advice when they see it instead of depositing it directly into the toilet.<br />
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First the cliff notes version for the teenagers who won't ever read the whole thing anyways:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I don't know you personally but if you're like I was, I might know some things about you. I know that you want people to like you. You might pretend that you're too cool to care what other people think about you, but I know, even if you're hiding it from yourself, you want people to like you and you want them to think you're cool or fun or whatever. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I know that you have standards. You have a way of life that you'd like to live and stick to and even though you may not follow the rules your parents have for you, you've set certain rules for yourself. Your friends know how you feel about certain things and they're not pressuring you, or maybe they are. But you're set on sticking to your guns. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">You think that you can go to that party where all your 'friends' are doing all the things that you said you'd never do and you just won't do those things but you'll still have fun at the party. Or maybe it's not a party, maybe you're just hanging out with people who you want to be your friends. Take it from someone who went to the party, and hung out with those people: even if they're not telling you, "everyone else is doing it," you're going to start saying it to yourself. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">You're going to feel left out and even though you're with the <i>cool people</i>, you still won't feel like you're fitting in and it will seem like everyone else is having more fun than you are. The truth is, in the morning they might regret or not remember things they did the night before but all you'll think is that you were the lame kid at the party who everyone was judging and you'll stop getting invited. No one likes to feel judged by "the goody goody who wouldn't join in the fun." That shouldn't be a reason for you to join in. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Let me save you some trouble and fill you in on a little secret. No matter what you tell yourself, you will end up doing what your friends are doing and that goes both ways. If you don't surround yourself with friends who want to live the same way you do, you'll find yourself becoming someone you might not recognize. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Just don't go to the party. Don't hang out with those people. Don't let yourself search for happiness in places that others seem to have it. Don't fall into that trap. Just stay home. Read a book, develop a hobby that you love. Have a few good friends that you don't feel the need to impress. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Nobody knows that you're staying at home on a Saturday night and even if they did, they wouldn't care. All the people you think are judging you are more likely worried about how others view them. People your age, as a whole are mainly concerned about themselves. I should know. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">In a few years, those people you needed to impress won't matter. I know it seems so important right now, like the world depends on how other people view you, but in soon you won't have any connection with them and it won't matter what they thought of you back in high school. In the big scheme, it just doesn't make a difference. It's a teeny blip on a huge radar. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Make your high school experience about what you enjoy, not about trying to look cool and happy on the outside. There is no right way to have a teenage experience, but there are a lot of wrong choices you could make in trying to figure it out. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Being a teenager is not easy and it involves a lot of self discovery. Let yourself start to become the person you want to be, not the person you feel like you have to be to fit in. </span></blockquote>
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Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-33161473513353520032015-02-01T09:00:00.000-07:002015-02-01T09:00:04.253-07:00Surprise! I'm in Georgia!I have been DYING to post on all forms of social media about my then impending trip to Georgia but the whole goal was to surprise my mom and since she follows me on all forms of social media, that wasn't really an option.<br />
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I was super sad not to be home with my family for Christmas this past year and my dad said that he would be willing to buy me a plane ticket for sometime in January or February so I could come visit then. That sounded all fine and dandy and we started keeping an eye out for tickets.<br />
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THEN I decided that for our 5th anniversary this year we should do something besides the typical dinner and a movie and I started looking for tickets to Maryland where my aunt lives. The goal was to stay with her and avoid hotel fees and then take day trips to NYC, DC and anywhere else nearby that strikes our fancy.<br />
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I had Chris nearly sold on the idea until he mentioned that he really couldn't go on both trips. Not because of money or time, but more because of our unfinished house. He wasn't happy about leaving the house so undone.<br />
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Since we haven't really ever done a vacation thing I opted for doing that before the baby comes and going to see my family in the late Fall early/Winter so they could spend time with new baby.<br />
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I found an INCREDIBLE deal on tickets to Maryland and started planning out all the excursions we would take while we were there. But before anything else, I had to tell my mom that we weren't coming to Georgia.<br />
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I think the words "dead to me" were thrown around. Possibly in jest, but I'm sure there was some truth to it.<br />
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After hanging up the phone with her I immediately decided that I needed to go to Georgia (with Evelyn and without Chris) but thought it would be more fun for it to be a surprise for my mom. The reason I had decided against going with just Evelyn in the first place is that my mom has a job now, so during the week it would be just me and Evelyn on our own. But if Chris was there we could do fun Georgia excursions.<br />
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In the end, I decided that getting to spend time with my mom and having the chance for her to spend time with her granddaughter was more important than some possible boredom.<br />
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Naturally there are some hoops to jump through when pulling off a successful surprise. She had a few scheduling conflicts that I had to sneakily figure out and work around, then of course there's the whole 'keeping it a secret' thing. That part was hard because I talk to my mom like 3 times a day, so in the last few days, not telling her that I've been shopping and packing and stressing about my impending trip was a trick.<br />
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Finally the day arrived. Evelyn and I rocked a redeye (1am-6am) and she was really fantastic considering the circumstances. A super nice gate agent kept the seat next to me empty even though there were a ton of stand-by passengers for the flight and I got to take Evelyn's carseat on. It made my life so much easier and I actually got to sleep...kinda.<br />
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And they even let Chris get a gate pass to help his pregnant wife and baby and their bags through security. It was a life saver!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I saved some movies from youtube to my camera roll on my ipad for Evelyn to watch. And her huge head was perfect for children's headphones.</td></tr>
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The hard part was that both Evelyn and I were starting to come down with a cold (not an ideal time to fly). Even after Evelyn fell asleep, she woke up every so often, crying. I couldn't tell if she was having bad dreams or couldn't get comfortable in her carseat or was too hot or cold. It was so sad. So it was not very restful for either of us. By the end of the flight she was sound asleep and stayed that way until we found my dad at baggage claim. Then she fell right back to sleep in the car.<br />
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My mom teaches an early morning religion class to some high schoolers and I thought we wouldn't get there in time to surprise her there. My plan was to get her at work. Amazingly we got to her seminary building right before she drove away.<br />
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I called her when we were about 5 minutes out, claiming that I was on my way to an exercise class (as it was only 6 am in Utah). As we were about to pull into the parking lot I could hear the door chime on her car. Dad sped up and pulled in right behind her so she couldn't back away. Still on the phone with her, I jumped out of the car and walked up to her passenger window.<br />
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She didn't see me so I knocked on the window and she looked up. Her eyes were as wide a saucers and she just stared. I finally hung up the phone and smiled at her. She just stared and stared as though I was a gun wielding stranger.<br />
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Eventually I ran around to her side of the car and gave her a big hug. Then, of course, we both started crying. It was fabulous.<br />
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Unfortunately after that she had to go to work. We saw each other for maybe 5 minutes before we parted ways again and Evelyn slept through the whole thing.<br />
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By the time we got to my parents house, Evelyn was up for the day and I was exhausted. Oh well...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evidently it was cold at my parents house. While I was napping on the couch, she found her coat and brought it to me so she could wear it. "On, on, on, on. zippy zippy zippy"</td></tr>
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Her cold has since gotten worse and we're just praying it clears up soon. In other news, if you want to hang out with me while I'm in Georgia, let me know!! I love catching up with friends and showing off my daughter. She's pretty fun.<br />
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Stay tuned for more of our fabulous Georgia adventures. I'll be here for 10 days!Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-75211046250255108792015-01-28T09:00:00.000-07:002015-01-28T09:00:06.217-07:0019 Weeks Pregnant<div>
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So a few days ago I was having a sad, melancholy, emotional pregnant-type day and I started writing this blog post on turning 24. Thing is, it turned out pretty sad, melancholy and emotional and I'm excited about turning 24 (today)! So instead, take a trip with me down memory lane and check out my awesome birthdays and the reason my husband has to work so hard to live up to my mom's birthday throwing skills.</div>
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This was one of my coolest parties. It was Cinderella themed. In the photo above I'm holding a mini broom. We had a relay race where we all had to sweep 'trash'. It was awesome.</div>
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Then the fairy godmother (i.e. our neighbor) came to get us ready for the ball. She brought a fancy dress for me and plain dresses for all the party guests to decorate. I was super jealous that I didn't get to decorate a dress.</div>
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On my seventh birthday, I didn't have a party (we only got them every three years or so) so instead my mom hid my presents all over the house. The ultimate present was my my size Barbie doll. It was hidden in my brother's closet. I was into Barbies for a long time.</div>
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^^Check out those buck teeth! Thank goodness for braces!</div>
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I wish I had more pictures to show you from this awesome party. It was a fashion show. Everyone brought their own outfits to model but my mom had a ton of her friends to do nails and hair and make-up. Then we had a runway made of a couple tables that weren't set up and lots of lights and tulle. Plus at the end was this awesome Barbie painting. (still into Barbie).</div>
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At nine years old, I was finally old enough for my first slumber party! Since I had a birthday party the previous year, this one was just tiny. No decorations but I got to have 4 friends spend the night! I was thrilled.</div>
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Instead, on my actual birthday, my mom woke me up and rushed me to the front door where my best friend and neighbor was waiting, also in her pajamas. I was so confused as to what the rush was and what was going on, I assumed nuclear holocaust of some kind. Come to find out my mom just took us (and my siblings) out for a pajama breakfast before school. Unfortunately, following the shock of assuming nuclear war, I became violently ill in the Ihop bathroom. A for effort though, mom.</div>
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On my actual birthday, my mom sent me to school with a bag of gifts. Each one had a sticky note on it that said things like, "Open after first period", so I got to open presents all day!</div>
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My seventeenth birthday day was just a little family gathering with some gifts. But that weekend I was set to take the SATs. I came home late from my shift at Outback Steakhouse, tired and ready to get in pajamas and call it a night. Once I got comfy the doorbell started to ring. One by one my four best friends and then my boyfriend showed up for a little surprise party. And then my mom pulled out the Barbie cake. That's right. I desperately wanted a Barbie cake like I had when I was younger (maybe birthday the sixth??). It's a Barbie doll stuck in cake and the icing is decorated so it looks like her dress. I told you I liked Barbie for a long time.</div>
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By my eighteenth birthday I was obviously big into the selfie movement. Although <i>back then</i> it wasn't called a selfie and I used a digital camera, not my crappy flip phone. I had to spend my birthday at a scholarship weekend for a university in Atlanta that I did not end up attending. But my mom made a big trip of it and we stayed in a hotel and ate at a fancy rotating restaurant. </div>
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My nineteenth birthday was the day I bought my wedding dress. And I tried on a whole pile of ugly ones before I decided on <i>the one</i>. Chris was in Colorado, stuck because of a snow storm, but he had some lovely flowers delivered to my dorm room.</div>
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My mom had arranged for me to get a cake from my dorm office. But obviously whoever took down the message was not paying attention. I picked up my 19th birthday cake with a little note that said, "Your 20th will be the best, Happy 19th." Not sure what that's supposed to mean but I laughed a lot and I still have that little note.</div>
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My first birthday as a married woman. We just had a low-key get together in our apartment and I ate a lot of cake. (A LOT).</div>
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You guys remember the disastrous <a href="http://lilgeorgiapeach.blogspot.com/2012/01/21-babyy-yeahh.html" target="_blank">surprise party</a> that Chris threw me, right?? He was so cute about it though. That was him trying to make up for all my mom's awesome parties. </div>
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This one was in Hawaii. We went to the Cheesecake Factory in Waikiki and Chris got me a pick a pearl necklace.</div>
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I was so pumped for my birthday last year. It was my golden birthday! 23 on the 23rd! The plan was to go to the Cheesecake Factory for my actual birthday but we hardly got to order before Evelyn threw a conniption fit and we had to get our food to go and leave. Kinda lame. </div>
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And that brings us to today, my twenty fourth birthday!! My plans are pretty simple. We're going to attempt the Cheesecake Factory again this year but this time we got a babysitter! </div>
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Wanna know how it feels to be 24? Well I've finally realized that I'm not 16 anymore. I feel like I'm actually an adult now. Apparently the getting married, having a baby, graduating college, buying a house, and getting pregnant with baby number two weren't enough. It wasn't until now that it's really sinking in. </div>
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Eating in pregnancy is a lot like eating as often as you breathe. If I'm away from food too long I feel a bit like Pippin in Lord of the Rings. I have to have my second breakfast!<br />
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I've been trying to be a lot more conscious of how I eat this pregnancy. When I was pregnant with Evelyn, I basically ate whatever I wanted and it was a really hard habit to kick after she was born and I was trying to lose the pregnancy weight. Plus, I'm hoping the right food is going to help me have more energy, and not feel quite as many of the pregnancy aches and pains.<br />
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The goal was to not eat sugar, or rather to cut down on the desserts I eat. That hasn't been going wonderfully. There are these frosted, sprinkle covered animal crackers that I crave on a daily basis. Granted, it's a few cookies a day but I should still probably be more moderated about it. The good news is, that's really the only sugar I've been eating. So I'm on the right track. Ish.</div>
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As far as getting my fruits and vegetables, smoothies have been my best friend. I love mango, banana, peach smoothie and I'll throw in some veggie protein powder to keep me more full. I don't love how the powder tastes in the smoothies but it's not half bad in a glass of apple juice. Sure it turns the juice green and looks nasty but it doesn't taste too bad.</div>
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Which brings me to my other method of getting fruits and veggies: juicing. I really don't do it very often and when I do, it's nothing crazy. I'm just making apple juice with celery or zucchini in it. I don't have to worry about all the added sugar in apple juice from concentrate and I can even add some extra veggie benefits. </div>
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As far as meals go, I'm eating like 6 a day. They aren't huge meals but big enough to fill me up each time. If I'm hungry in between that, I'll snack on trail mix that I made by mixing nuts and dried fruit. Mine has papaya, prunes, apricots, pretzels, peanuts, almonds and cashews. </div>
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4-8oz servings of milk/dairy::2 servings of eggs::6-7gram servings of protein::2 servings of dark green veggies::5 servings of grains::2 servings of vitamin C::3 servings of healthy fats/oils::1 serving of vitamin A:: 8 glasses of water :: prenatal vitamin<br />
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This is a chart I got when taking my birthing class, <a href="http://birthbootcamp.com/" target="_blank">Birth Boot Camp</a>, with Evelyn. It's an awesome resource and I highly recommend the class to any mommies striving for a natural birth!<br />
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**Note** I am in no way suggesting that you as a pregnant person should eat this way. I am not a dietician and you should consult with your doctor or midwife before starting any diet.</div>
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Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-21668548425839656512015-01-13T20:50:00.001-07:002015-01-13T20:50:52.434-07:00Gender Reveal Baby 2.0We had our ultra sound yesterday and got to find out the gender of our baby! Scroll down to see the big news!<br />
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Kudos to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MalaeTalleyPhoto" target="_blank">Malae Talley Photo & Design</a> for the amazing photos!Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-4309227728676186852015-01-10T09:00:00.000-07:002015-01-10T09:00:07.517-07:0017 Weeks Pregnant<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: center;">
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<span style="line-height: 1.4;"><b>How far along? </b>17</span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; line-height: 1.4;"> weeks</span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; line-height: 1.4;"><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Total weight gain/loss:</b><span style="line-height: 1.4;"> 7 pounds</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; line-height: 1.4;"><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Maternity clothes? </b><span style="line-height: 1.4;">No, I really want to do some shopping with my invisible clothing budget..</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Best moment this week:</b><span style="line-height: 1.4;"> It's been a pretty good week. I feel like I've finally hit my groove as a SAHM. Bring on the second baby!</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; color: #333333; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Miss anything: </b><span style="line-height: 1.4;">I feel like I can never get comfortable. And when I finally do, I have to pee. And I wish I had more energy to exercise. I feel huge. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Movement:</b><span style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4;"> </span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">I felt a very distinctive kick the other night when Chris and I were laying in bed. But nothing since then.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; color: #333333; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Food cravings:</b><span style="line-height: 1.4;"> Now that I'm not eating sugar, I've been having a hard core craving for it. I'll admit, Chris did convince me that I could have one sugar treat a week. So I bought a bag of cookies. I haven't been able to stop thinking about those cookies since.</span></span></div>
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<b style="line-height: 1.4;">Anything making you queasy or sick: </b><span style="line-height: 1.4;">I have to pretty much constantly be eating. That's getting a little old.</span></div>
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<b style="line-height: 1.4;">Worst symptom: </b><span style="line-height: 1.4;">Hmm I'm going to have to go with the exhaustion. Evelyn is so much fun to play with these days but I'm just so dang tired. In the mornings when I lay on the couch, she'll come up and put her hand out for me to grab, and then lead me into her room. Then she'll just sit down on the floor and look up at me like, "Okay, let's play now."</span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; line-height: 1.4;"><b>Have you started to show yet: </b>Yerp a derp</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 1.4;"> </span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; line-height: 1.4;"> <b>Gender: </b>We'll find out on Monday!!!! Woot woot!!</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 1.4;"> </span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; line-height: 1.4;"> <b>Belly Button in or out?</b> In.</span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; line-height: 1.4;"><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Wedding rings on or off?</b><span style="line-height: 1.4;"> </span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">On.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; font-family: 'Cherry Cream Soda'; line-height: 1.4;"><b style="line-height: 1.4;">Happy or Moody most of the time: </b><span style="line-height: 1.4;">I'm pretty happy until about 4 pm then I get tired and cranky. Or rather, more tired and cranky.</span></span></div>
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Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-74145175742443578912015-01-09T09:00:00.000-07:002015-01-09T09:00:01.923-07:00Home Remodel Adventures<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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People ask all the time how our house is coming. It's the first question they ask when I haven't seen them or talked to them in a while. And you know what, I'm starting to be okay with the question. I've stopped thinking so much about it. It doesn't make me cringe quite as much anymore.<br />
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My default answer is, "It's coming."<br />
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The worst question now is, "When will it be done?"<br />
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Well that really is <i>the question</i> isn't it?! One we would ALL like to be answered. So if you find out the date it will be completed, please let me know. I'd love to plan around that.<br />
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Does that answer your question?<br />
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Now on the subject of the slow moving progress:<br />
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We caught Home Depot on the tail end of their November Black Friday sales and got great deals on all of our kitchen appliances. It was a lot of fun to pick them out and picture our soon to be kitchen.<br />
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We got to look at cabinets too, and guess which were my favorite? Yeah, the expensive ones. Obvi.<br />
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Chris spent the end of December working on the house on a regular daily basis. He's nearly done with all the electric. After that, it's just the HVAC (heating, ventilation, and air conditioning) and then we can have our four-way inspection.<br />
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Don't ask me what that means, I'm just repeating Chris' words here.<br />
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The big decision to make right now is how to design our kitchen. Originally we were going to have a peninsula, but now we're kind of thinking that we want to open the kitchen up a little more and do an island instead. It will make the living and kitchen space seem like one big room but I think that will help a small living space feel larger. And I'm good with that.<br />
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My contribution to all this has been dedicatedly reading my HGTV magazines (Does anyone else still look at actual magazines..in print??) in search of the perfect design and color combinations for our interior decorating. I'm still torn between having fun colorful walls and neutral furniture or more neutral walls and colorful accents. I'm just terrified that my brand new beautiful house will end up looking like a single person's basement apartment because of my lack of decorating abilities.<br />
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I guess we'll see.<br />
<br />Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-11958919606889799312015-01-07T09:00:00.000-07:002015-01-07T09:00:04.421-07:00Choosing a Midwife<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When we for sure decided that we were going to do a home birth with baby 2.0 I started my hunt for a reputable, kind, loving, gentle midwife who I got along with. It was no easy task.<br />
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It's stressful choosing a doctor to deliver your baby in a hospital but with a midwife you're meeting a lot of them in their homes, and while this is pretty much how it's done, it can be hard to get used to when you're more familiar with doctor's offices.<br />
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Granted, my care so far has been fabulous. My appointments have lasted well over an hour each time and not because I've had to wait. I get all my questions answered in the fullest way possible. At my last appointment, my midwife took me into her kitchen to let me try a tea she recommended and some trail mix that she combines herself. She didn't give me one-word answers but very thorough in depth responses. And I enjoy her company so much that I didn't even realize how much time had passed.<br />
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Point 1 for midwifery.<br />
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But I interviewed quite a few midwives before I found the one I KNEW I wanted. Today I want to give you a little advice on how to find a great midwife.<br />
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<u>Step 1: What kind of midwife do you want?</u><br />
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There are all sorts of confusing initials when dealing with midwives, so let's clear some of those up.<br />
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<b>CNM </b>Certified Nurse Midwife. A CNM becomes a nurse before becoming a midwife so they are trained and certified in two fields. Generally they only work in hospitals.<br />
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<b>CPM </b>Certified Professional Midwife. A CPM is an independent professional who has met the standards and certification through the North American Registry of Midwives. They are trained to work out of a hospital environment.<br />
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<b>CM </b>Certified Midwife. A CM has the same certification of midwifery as a CNM, they difference being that they didn't get certified as a nurse as well.<br />
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<b>DEM </b>Direct Entry Midwife. A DEM is trained through self study, apprenticeship, a midwifery college or university program that is separate from the nursing discipline. They are trained to provide the <a href="http://mana.org/about-midwives/midwifery-model" target="_blank">Midwife Model of Care</a> primarily out of the hospital. This includes a Licensed Midwife (LM) and a Registered Midwife (RM).<br />
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<b>Traditional Midwife. </b>A traditional midwife is someone who has generally gone through the same training as a DEM or CM but has decided not to become registered or certified. They do this to get around any laws that the state may have to allow them more freedom with their clients in the birthing environment. However, since they are not licensed, they cannot carry the same medication that a licensed midwife can. Every traditional midwife that I have met works in a team of midwives that includes some that are licensed and have access to medication.<br />
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<u>Step 2: Candidates</u><br />
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I took to Facebook for my initial search. I am a part of a mother's forum group in Utah on Facebook. You might want to do a little search and see if there is something like that for your community too. Usually they are closed groups so just request to join.<br />
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I just wrote a post requesting people's favorite midwives in my area and I had my starting list. This was also nice because if anyone had a negative experience with a midwife they messaged me and told me. From my list I googled the names people had suggested.<br />
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I found quite a few websites complete with their education, how long they've been practicing, their beliefs about child birth and some even had a team that work with them. I learned a lot from their websites but I still had questions, so I needed to make an appointment.<br />
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Not every midwife had a website that included their education and mission statement but they all had phone numbers so I started calling. I have yet to meet a midwife who wouldn't do an initial meet and greet with me for free.<br />
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**Note: It's difficult to get people you don't know on the phone when you have a Hawaii area code like moi.<br />
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<u>Step 3: Interviews</u><br />
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In preparation for my interviews I came up with a list of questions, printed them out and put them on a clipboard so that I could take notes and remember who said what. I might have looked a little over the top, but I was interviewing so many that I really wanted to make sure I didn't get anyone confused.<br />
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Many out of hospital midwives have home offices. So when you go for your interview the first thing you want to pay attention to is a general first impression. Is their home clean or cluttered? Does their home office make you feel comfortable? Are there other family members around? Does any of this bother you?<br />
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I met with one midwife who seemed very nice but her home office was in the basement with very little light and honestly I just didn't like the vibe I got. First impressions and vibes are important because you HAVE to trust this person and feel comfortable with them.<br />
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Questions to ask:<br />
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<u>Policies and Education</u><br />
Price and Payment plans<br />
What is your schooling and certification? How does that limit you?<br />
What level of risk pregnancy do you take?<br />
Where will I get blood work and other tests done?<br />
Will I have ultra sounds?<br />
What is your policy on past due?<br />
What if my water breaks?<br />
Should I get a doula?<br />
What is a typical prenatal appointment like?<br />
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<u>Past Births</u><br />
How many years have you been practicing?<br />
How many births have you attended? Been in charge of?<br />
Do you normally do any interventions like episiotomy or break water? Are you willing to?<br />
Transfer rate?<br />
Have you had any loss, mom or baby?<br />
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<u>Pregnancy</u><br />
When can I call with questions?<br />
Do you turn babies? What is your method?<br />
What do you recommend to maintain a healthy weight during pregnancy? Diet? Exercise?<br />
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What equipment will you bring to the birth? What medicines? Oils?<br />
What type of newborn exams do you perform?<br />
Do you do a full clean up afterwards?<br />
What do you do to help with pain management?<br />
How long am I allowed to labor?<br />
What will I need to have for the birth?<br />
Who will be at the birth?<br />
What sort of complications would send me to the hospital?<br />
Do you have a relationship with a doctor in the event of transfer?<br />
What is your protocol in the event of a miscarriage or still birth?<br />
What if I'm too tired to push?<br />
What if I don't progress during labor?<br />
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Notes, impressions, feelings:<br />
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<u>Step 4: Choose your midwife</u><br />
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Once you're done with interviews it's time to review your notes and choose someone. For me, a lot of prayer also went into this decision. And at this point, 17 weeks along, I'm still very happy with who I chose.<br />
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Do you have any other advice for how to choose a midwife? Any other questions you might ask? How did you find your midwife?<br />
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**The photographs in the post of my darling Evelyn were taken by none other than the fabulous <a href="http://www.kensiem.com/" target="_blank">Kensie M Photography</a>.**<br />
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Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174629566114353912.post-36169272270892766202015-01-05T09:00:00.000-07:002015-01-05T09:00:04.928-07:00One Sentence a DayIn November 2013 I was perusing a cute boutique-type store in the mall, in search of a cute clutch for my best friend's wedding, when I came across this book:<br />
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A sentence a day. What an interesting idea. In my opinion it cost too much for a fairly simple notebook, so I took a picture so I wouldn't forget the idea and moved on with my life.<br />
(And never actually found that clutch.)<br />
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At my friend's rehearsal dinner, I was talking to her mom about being the mom of a baby and how busy it is. She told me that she had a planner (or maybe it was a calendar, I can't remember) that she would use to write something cute the kids did that day. She would just use a few keywords like, "scared of water hose in the dark" and that was enough to help her remember the story that went along with it.<br />
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We talked about how little time there is when being a mother of a young thing and how you want to remember every little moment but by the end of the day you're way to tired to keep up with a journal. Hence her planner.<br />
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That reminded me of the sentence a day book. When I had originally seen it, I was thinking of writing a sentence a day in a creative writing stand point, which would still be fantastic. But what if I kept a journal that was just a sentence a day. How hard could that be?<br />
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So when January 1, 2014 rolled around, I found an empty journal in one of my bookshelves and wrote a sentence to sum up the day. Just one.<br />
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And so it went for 365 days I wrote at least one sentence a day.<br />
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Now, I'll be honest with you. Some days I wrote more than one sentence. Sometimes I went a week without writing but I always went back and wrote in something for that day to the best of my memory.<br />
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Some sentences summed up the simple activities I did. Some only talked about how in love I was with my baby girl. I think one may have said, "Today sucked." and that's all.<br />
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But, I can look back at any day of 2014 and know what was going on that day and all it took was one simple sentence a day.<br />
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So as you're starting your New Year resolutions (and giving up on them), I want to challenge you to try writing one sentence a day to remember your year by. Try not to write more than 5 sentences. The shorter you keep it, the easier it will be to keep the habit. If you're like me, after a month you'll find yourself looking back through the days and being somewhat excited.<br />
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Just keep your notebook on your nightstand or next to your bed somewhere and do it right before you go to bed. Easy peasy.<br />
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You can write one sentence a day, right?Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13885049805769065964noreply@blogger.com2