<?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-2000555960539335421</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:38:39.748-06:00</updated><category term='CP'/><category term='Pup'/><category term='101 Things'/><category term='FUCK'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='u/s'/><category term='Family'/><category term='nursery'/><category term='HPTs'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Volunteer'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='poll'/><category term='Partying'/><category term='BFN'/><category term='vent'/><category term='heartburn'/><category term='morning sickness'/><category term='OPKs'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Headdesk'/><category term='survey'/><category term='Organization'/><category term='girl'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Money'/><category term='2ww'/><category term='countdown'/><category term='Home'/><category term='1001 Days'/><category term='cake'/><category term='Toy'/><category term='birth story'/><category term='freakout'/><category term='appt'/><category term='Craziness'/><category term='Childcare'/><category term='symptoms'/><category term='big day'/><category term='cravings'/><category term='Exhaustion'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Charting'/><category term='delivery'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Feet'/><category term='poop'/><category term='labor'/><category term='Bow chika wow wow'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='TTC'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='Weight Loss'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Classes'/><category term='lovely side effect'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='childbirth'/><category term='BFP'/><category term='Massage'/><category term='gender'/><category term='maternity pictures'/><category term='dr'/><category term='DH'/><category term='OCD'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='CD1'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Pink Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>Livin' the newlywed life with babies on the brain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2360055982214952831</id><published>2010-04-28T11:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:04:01.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delivery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big day'/><title type='text'>Birth Story</title><content type='html'>At my Dr's appt Monday, March 22, Dr and I went over my birthplan. I ended up wanting to change a few things so she made scratches thru it and said to edit it and bring it to Monday, March 29's appt. I planned to. She hadn't turned at that time. My cervix was soft and anterior, but no other progress since she was still transverse and not putting pressure down. Ultrasound on Thursday showed she flipped sometime since Monday. Friday night we're doing stuff around the house and get to bed around 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early (6:30am) my water breaks. I do some laundry because we weren't totally finished with everything. At about 7:30am I start feeling contractions 2 min apart and lasting about 1 min so they started pretty quick and intense. We hang out for about another half hour and then head to the birthing center at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:30am, I was 2 cm dilated and told my Dr was out of town, so unsigned birthplan goes out the window...I was pretty upset. Dr. on-call read my plan, told the nursing staff that she was only comfortable letting me get out of bed to get on the birthing ball, but I had to remain hooked up to the heartrate monitor, contrax monitor and IV...but that was it! My Dr was allowing me to get up and walk around, labor in tub, intermittent monitoring, etc...so this was quite the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I labored in bed with meds until about 5-6cm which was just more than I could handle since I attended 12 wks of Bradley Method classes of stretches and all. It hurt too bad just lying in bed. Her heartrate actually wasn't being picked up well on the monitor, so they had to insert this little screw antenna thing (I forget the name) into her scalp so I couldn't even sit up for an extended period of time, even though it felt better. So I opted to get an epidural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 hours later the epidural started wearing off once I got to about 8cm so I asked the anesth. nurse to only put another surge and not a continuous flow on since my goal was an unmedicated birth. He did but my legs and body felt completely aware. I had them on the side of the bed sitting up during contractions, moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hit 10cm, they contacted the Dr (they'd been in contact all day with her) and she was "heading" up to the hospital. I waited a good 45 minutes with her ready to come out before I just couldn't hold her in anymore and the nurse and tech delivered her. She had a funky conehead from me holding her half out for what felt like forever. Luckily, her heartrate stayed great so there was no concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I couldn't wait anymore for the damn Dr and she they said "Let's go." I pushed once and heard them suctioning her mouth out. They said push once more and she came flying out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a small tear that the Dr showed up just in time to repair that required a couple stitches. She went to stitch me and I squeeled in some pain. She said "I'm sorry. I thought you had an epidural." Yeh, but that wore off 2cm and 45 min of pushing ago! So I had to get some more local meds and wait for that to kick in so I saw the dr for all of about 5 min. Lotta good she did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2360055982214952831?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2360055982214952831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2360055982214952831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2360055982214952831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2360055982214952831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/04/birth-story.html' title='Birth Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5590825441636621936</id><published>2010-04-28T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:02:00.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>Catching up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, March 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful shower with tons of family and friends at my aunt and uncle's house. Our last one for this pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, March 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off work to visit Babies R Us and buy any more necessities for our bebe's arrival. We also finish up the nursery -- for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still going to the chiro this week to try and get bebe to flip. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, March 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr's appt. Bebe's still transverse (sideways), but my Dr still thinks she can flip. If she doesn't a C-Section will be mandatory. I'm not dilated any, but my cervix is soft and anterior so my Dr believe as soon as she flips, we'll have a little one on the way! We schedule an ultrasound for that Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, March 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flipped!!!!!! They predict her to be about 7lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, March 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day! Look for the "Birth Story" post next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5590825441636621936?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5590825441636621936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5590825441636621936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5590825441636621936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5590825441636621936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-march-14-had-wonderful-shower.html' title='Catching up...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5583464267329179324</id><published>2010-03-11T14:36:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:07:39.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity pictures'/><title type='text'>maternity pictures</title><content type='html'>clicky to make me and my bellah lifesize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lXt9CoOxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/b_gyp7daILw/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447481671272643346" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lXt9CoOxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/b_gyp7daILw/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWupxzE-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/lsx3LxE8-s8/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447480583770018786" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWupxzE-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/lsx3LxE8-s8/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWuxGvqoI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yAsG7zwRq68/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447480585736923778" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWuxGvqoI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yAsG7zwRq68/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWuc-k6mI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hkzwGt-_9tk/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447480580333955682" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWuc-k6mI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hkzwGt-_9tk/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWtodiEpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uTY5bfjfnyk/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447480566236713618" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWtodiEpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uTY5bfjfnyk/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWtepPdWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/B9JhfdLDdUI/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447480563601470818" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWtepPdWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/B9JhfdLDdUI/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWA1RmgJI/AAAAAAAAATs/5rmTbBS0L0Q/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447479796582219922" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWA1RmgJI/AAAAAAAAATs/5rmTbBS0L0Q/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWBurqKbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LN1buk70j5E/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447479811992332722" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWBurqKbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LN1buk70j5E/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWCNNQHEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/T0V21nQf-ak/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447479820186295362" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWCNNQHEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/T0V21nQf-ak/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWBcRZD7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/1TbVfHHkSXo/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447479807050321842" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWBcRZD7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/1TbVfHHkSXo/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWAn0kcNI/AAAAAAAAATk/0C5Xdw2m9Sc/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447479792970789074" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lWAn0kcNI/AAAAAAAAATk/0C5Xdw2m9Sc/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUleoXk8I/AAAAAAAAATc/4--hH3Uv0Qc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447478227135599554" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUleoXk8I/AAAAAAAAATc/4--hH3Uv0Qc/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUkvaRNLI/AAAAAAAAATU/IttWoEnxv94/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447478214459995314" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUkvaRNLI/AAAAAAAAATU/IttWoEnxv94/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUkLaKC4I/AAAAAAAAATM/AhxahyFmqCA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447478204795849602" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUkLaKC4I/AAAAAAAAATM/AhxahyFmqCA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUj1aTmNI/AAAAAAAAATE/iqX8yUQvAm4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447478198890895570" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUj1aTmNI/AAAAAAAAATE/iqX8yUQvAm4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUjrrqXTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-NDauh0cLi4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447478196279336242" style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lUjrrqXTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-NDauh0cLi4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2000555960539335421-5583464267329179324?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5583464267329179324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5583464267329179324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5583464267329179324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5583464267329179324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/03/maternity-pictures.html' title='maternity pictures'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5lXt9CoOxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/b_gyp7daILw/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3561085307848186099</id><published>2010-03-08T10:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:35:07.152-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><title type='text'>Second to last nursery post</title><content type='html'>We did a lot in the nursery this weekend. I'll probably make one more post next week or so with everything. I still have to put up the decal, valence, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glider nook next to crib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmXWnc-YI/AAAAAAAAASs/7xF_fQaRbcQ/s1600-h/Glider+area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301507024386434" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmXWnc-YI/AAAAAAAAASs/7xF_fQaRbcQ/s320/Glider+area.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresser with mirror and perfect hooks courtesy of Hobby Lobby. Lamp was blue and clearanced at Wal-Mart. I totally spraypainted it! My old jewelry box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmMiJAoeI/AAAAAAAAASk/k-lPzXxeUT0/s1600-h/Dresser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301321139364322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmMiJAoeI/AAAAAAAAASk/k-lPzXxeUT0/s320/Dresser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmMOst2xI/AAAAAAAAASc/61nbcYhf3Ms/s1600-h/Bookshelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301315920419602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmMOst2xI/AAAAAAAAASc/61nbcYhf3Ms/s320/Bookshelf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameblocks that I'll put the letters that make up her name when I decide what her name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmLjgaKDI/AAAAAAAAASU/njW8YxZN6W8/s1600-h/Blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301304326072370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmLjgaKDI/AAAAAAAAASU/njW8YxZN6W8/s320/Blocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artwork I painted using ideas floating in my head and from some fabric that I didn't use in the quilt off Etsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmLaKesXI/AAAAAAAAASM/0uvMdcGv6QQ/s1600-h/Artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301301818175858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmLaKesXI/AAAAAAAAASM/0uvMdcGv6QQ/s320/Artwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artwork above crib...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmLLUn1GI/AAAAAAAAASE/F0ZVUMTTums/s1600-h/Artwork+over+crib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301297834185826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmLLUn1GI/AAAAAAAAASE/F0ZVUMTTums/s320/Artwork+over+crib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed tiger that has her heartbeat recorded in it. Cute, but useless! lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmXoVADcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/L5T7S-9Dzrg/s1600-h/Tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301511778831810" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmXoVADcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/L5T7S-9Dzrg/s320/Tiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2000555960539335421-3561085307848186099?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3561085307848186099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3561085307848186099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3561085307848186099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3561085307848186099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-to-last-nursery-post.html' title='Second to last nursery post'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S5UmXWnc-YI/AAAAAAAAASs/7xF_fQaRbcQ/s72-c/Glider+area.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2436248309548630310</id><published>2010-03-05T06:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T06:37:01.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>I wish I knew what was going on</title><content type='html'>TMI and no paragraphs since I'm on my phone. I'm feeling really weird. It seems like something is up. Last night we went to dinner with DH's parents since it was his birthday. When I ran to the bathroom (ok, waddled) before the drive home, I noticed the crotch of my pants were wet. Noticeably wet as I was wearing grey capris. I had soaked thru the liner. Did the smell check. Wasn't sweet so I blocked it with my purse on the walk to the car. I wake up this morning with irregular but painful BHs towards the top of my belly. I had one really strong one like this on Wednesday in which my reaction stopped a whole lunch meeting. It caught me off guard and hurt like a biotch. I've had several this morning and they're quite painful. More than the average pull or pain, but of course not unbareable. Well, I just went to the bathroom and I had some brown spotting. I haven't had any in the least bit with this pregnancy. Add in all the swelling I've had this week and I just don't know what's going on. I hate calling the dr because normally there's nothing wrong or that they can do. Is this little one coming early? I want her healthy, but I'd totally love her coming sooner rather than later. I'm just so tired of puking almost everyday and the numbness is killing me. End rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2436248309548630310?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2436248309548630310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2436248309548630310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2436248309548630310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2436248309548630310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-knew-what-was-going-on.html' title='I wish I knew what was going on'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3320878453750322390</id><published>2010-02-23T16:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:04:56.857-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u/s'/><title type='text'>She get it from her momma!</title><content type='html'>Here's our lil girl at 33w1d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQKubKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/H-QZ0fpMhDo/s1600-h/10copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441562394961274818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQKubKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/H-QZ0fpMhDo/s320/10copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She kept her foot by her mouth the whole time. She's got daddy's BIG feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQKYdJMSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/asq6tGsEX7M/s1600-h/8copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441562389064003874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQKYdJMSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/asq6tGsEX7M/s320/8copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And looks like her momma's lips, cheeks (with possible dimples) and nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQKPmP2dI/AAAAAAAAARs/urhjUPHCwoM/s1600-h/5copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441562386686269906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQKPmP2dI/AAAAAAAAARs/urhjUPHCwoM/s320/5copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQJuslzZI/AAAAAAAAARk/R1Zvbqv1zZ4/s1600-h/4copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441562377854504338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQJuslzZI/AAAAAAAAARk/R1Zvbqv1zZ4/s320/4copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQJKryDfI/AAAAAAAAARc/2Xl9BxgG4IU/s1600-h/2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441562368187436530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQJKryDfI/AAAAAAAAARc/2Xl9BxgG4IU/s320/2copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2000555960539335421-3320878453750322390?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3320878453750322390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3320878453750322390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3320878453750322390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3320878453750322390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-get-it-from-her-momma.html' title='She get it from her momma!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S4RQKubKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/H-QZ0fpMhDo/s72-c/10copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-897565701758858778</id><published>2010-02-11T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:08:34.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><title type='text'>Nursery pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crib and glider are done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S3TFbrZm-ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/pAjL4GT7EP0/s1600-h/Nursery+Pics2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437187729440307602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S3TFbrZm-ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/pAjL4GT7EP0/s320/Nursery+Pics2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't these the cutest frames?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S3TF93GeOJI/AAAAAAAAARU/fLK_4HfhotQ/s1600-h/Nursery+Pics4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437188316696819858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S3TF93GeOJI/AAAAAAAAARU/fLK_4HfhotQ/s320/Nursery+Pics4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I LOVE this mirror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S3TF9vwedvI/AAAAAAAAARM/gqSiNEXb6bk/s1600-h/Nursery+Pics3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437188314725512946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S3TF9vwedvI/AAAAAAAAARM/gqSiNEXb6bk/s320/Nursery+Pics3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2000555960539335421-897565701758858778?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/897565701758858778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=897565701758858778&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/897565701758858778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/897565701758858778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/02/crib-is-done.html' title='Nursery pics...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S3TFbrZm-ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/pAjL4GT7EP0/s72-c/Nursery+Pics2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3654325991367605769</id><published>2010-01-19T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:42:27.113-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'>In triage</title><content type='html'>Haven't felt the bebe move much today so I called the dr. Was instructed to come in for fetal monitoring so here I lay, naked in a gown, drinking juice, strapped up. Nurses here are really nice! Bebe's looking good. Now she moves some, drama queen! Not as much as usual though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3654325991367605769?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3654325991367605769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3654325991367605769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3654325991367605769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3654325991367605769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-triage.html' title='In triage'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-388535855706887114</id><published>2010-01-19T08:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:02:39.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><title type='text'>Nursery Update</title><content type='html'>An update in mostly pics because I'm lazy and getting sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugly green carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XJETNnbII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_KxHKYGfEJU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428466001579043970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XJETNnbII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_KxHKYGfEJU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and BIL pulling up said carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XJEjw9QAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XYUcee-qc1E/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428466006022242306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XJEjw9QAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XYUcee-qc1E/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beige, beige house now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIhho1RjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PVU0x8_-lp4/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428465404155872818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIhho1RjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PVU0x8_-lp4/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIiAiXthI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dFf8tTGxy8s/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428465412450268690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIiAiXthI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dFf8tTGxy8s/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIi09i8fI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zVkRI3R_Yms/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428465426522894834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIi09i8fI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zVkRI3R_Yms/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIiaQnD7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/yhkM6bs3LaY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428465419355099058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIiaQnD7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/yhkM6bs3LaY/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a light in the closet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIis4aQNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UzqUtWETg0c/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428465424353870034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XIis4aQNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UzqUtWETg0c/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2000555960539335421-388535855706887114?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/388535855706887114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=388535855706887114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/388535855706887114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/388535855706887114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/01/nursery-update.html' title='Nursery Update'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/S1XJETNnbII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_KxHKYGfEJU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-6274660722611397010</id><published>2010-01-19T08:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:46:17.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I'm happy, I really am, but...</title><content type='html'>My only childness may be coming out a lil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback to Dec 2006. Our announcement that we're engaged the day I graduate college. SIL and now BIL dated for about 10ish years at the time, eng for 8..approximately! No date ever set or really any intentions on getting married anytime soon. We have my grad party and surprise we're engaged too! lol. At the frickin' party she says "Yeh, we wanna get married soon too. When y'all thinking?" I say June a year and a half from then, b/c we had talked about that in advance. She says, "Yeh we're thinking April that year, 2008." Figures, gotta beat us. She lolligags while I plan our wedding....the week after we get married they set the date for Dec of 08. I plan the wedding being as that's what I do on the side. She couldn't be the only one not married. Kinda peeved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had talked here and there about TTC and then we get pg this past July and tell family in August sometime. Lo and behold Sept they want to start TTC. Whatever. Well, she tried to stop BCP but her acne acted up so she decided to postpone it...b/c there's not a thing called pg acne, is there? Duh. Anyway, she's a partier, always out with her friends while her DH is working or at home. Never invites him anywhere. They stop TTC until Dec and she gets on Clomid b/c she has a feeling she doesn't ovulate. She works at a OBGYN so he wrote her a script without any tests, etc....she tells me this was her plan to get on meds right away. I'm slightly judgey there! So in Dec they start trying again but her DH has an injury around O time leaving them unable to TTC. So Jan is their first official month of TTC and she just texts me she's pg. 3.5 weeks along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like DH and I can never enjoy these moments in our life b/c anytime we announce something it's like she's gotta show us up and join the crowd. It's just annoying. I wish them the best and I really am happy for them. They're hoping for multiples so this will be her only pg, b/c she doesn't wanna "get fat twice." This is another reason they started her out on Clomid since the beginning. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-6274660722611397010?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6274660722611397010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=6274660722611397010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6274660722611397010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6274660722611397010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-happy-i-really-am-but.html' title='I&apos;m happy, I really am, but...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7653772593519743440</id><published>2010-01-13T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:19:38.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>i suck</title><content type='html'>This I know. I think of blogs at the most inopportune time and then forget when in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch up: I'm 27 wks now. WTF? Almost 3rd tri????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started on the nursery which I'll post some pics on, I promise. Hopefully, we'll get the carpet down this weekend so that we can actually put together the crib and get things going in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glucose test tomorrow. No fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going to Bradley Method classes, all of 2. Just 10 more to go! But then that means the bebe will be here then...eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's frickin' cold here! I live in the south and we've had 20 degree (or lower) weather for the past few weeks. Not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7653772593519743440?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7653772593519743440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7653772593519743440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7653772593519743440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7653772593519743440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-suck.html' title='i suck'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-6327957325989048064</id><published>2010-01-04T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:31:18.048-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>Birthing class tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I have my first of 12 Bradley Method classes tomorrow night. I'm really excited but kinda upset that DH won't be able to attend the regular classes. My mom will be coming with me tomorrow and to the classes that talk about coaching as she will be in the delivery room with me and DH works nights. But, the instructor said there will be a lot for me to take home to him and we can practice stuff. Anyway, sorry for my lack of posting! I've had a lot going on so lots to post! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-6327957325989048064?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6327957325989048064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=6327957325989048064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6327957325989048064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6327957325989048064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthing-class-tomorrow.html' title='Birthing class tomorrow'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-1275540955212966028</id><published>2009-12-14T09:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:44:34.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feet'/><title type='text'>Holy swollen feet, Batman</title><content type='html'>I was on my feet for 6 hrs doing an event on Saturday. Man, my feet were killing me. When I got home and kicked off my shoes, I discovered these sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon the lack of pedicure, mmm kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SyZdRRZ8qkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wRj7R7GY3h8/s1600-h/Holy+Swollen+Feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118153270995522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SyZdRRZ8qkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wRj7R7GY3h8/s320/Holy+Swollen+Feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-1275540955212966028?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1275540955212966028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=1275540955212966028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1275540955212966028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1275540955212966028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/12/holy-swollen-feet-batman.html' title='Holy swollen feet, Batman'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SyZdRRZ8qkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wRj7R7GY3h8/s72-c/Holy+Swollen+Feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3947690542338455172</id><published>2009-12-11T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:25:45.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely side effect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Attack of the GIANT, dark nipples</title><content type='html'>It's not a pretty sight. DH is less than impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3947690542338455172?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3947690542338455172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3947690542338455172&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3947690542338455172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3947690542338455172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/12/attack-of-giant-dark-nipples.html' title='Attack of the GIANT, dark nipples'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3331438770088478233</id><published>2009-11-23T13:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:23:58.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u/s'/><title type='text'>So last week</title><content type='html'>I got to see our tiger again, or shall I say tigeress. That's the female version, right? Although I have horrid m/s and no weight gain, our lil one is measuring on the big side. She was 12 oz at the u/s and we caught her relieving herself as she posed. That's my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friday appt got rescheduled until today, which I'm now back from. Apparently, my Dr has now left the practice (the 2nd of a team of 3 to leave) leaving me with my gyno who will now be my OB. I lurve her so it's no biggie, I was just pissed that they decided to tell me this little tidbit until after I was already there on Friday, thereby pushing my appt back until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my vag checked out as it's been giving me some issues and all is well. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got measured today! It was my first measurement of the tum tum and was exciting. I'm a dork, I know. Measuring right on track. Still down in weight a total of 3 lbs, so I've put some of my weight back on, but technically still under pre-pg weight. The nurse seems to think I'll gain those lbs after the holidays since my next appt isn't until January. I believe she's correct since I have serious cravings for some Turkey Day fixings! I asked this Dr if she was concerned with my weight and since the u/s measured the bebe on the bigger size and the bellah looks good, she said she thinks I'll be one of the lucky ones leaving the hospital in a leather mini-skirt and stilletos. That all my weight is restructurizing and post-partum will be simply marvelous. One can only hope, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ta-ta for now! I promise to post more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3331438770088478233?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3331438770088478233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3331438770088478233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3331438770088478233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3331438770088478233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-last-week.html' title='So last week'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8460065471459637900</id><published>2009-11-19T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:24:32.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My vag is pissed</title><content type='html'>I'll spare you details, but it's currently under the weather. Just thought you should know! I'll find out more at my appt tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8460065471459637900?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8460065471459637900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8460065471459637900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8460065471459637900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8460065471459637900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-vag-is-pissed.html' title='My vag is pissed'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8651651252568975713</id><published>2009-11-17T12:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:24:17.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freakout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><title type='text'>HOLY SHIT!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have a child. I'm going to have a daughter. I'm going to be a mother. I'M PREGNANT? ....riiiiiiight......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have had mild freakouts here and there. But none like the one I had yesterday. My cousin and I were emailing back and forth and all of a sudden she asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What colors are you doing her room in?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have talked about many times. Something I've been planning. But, for some reason those words hit me like a ton of bricks. &lt;em&gt;Her, &lt;/em&gt;I'm having a baby, a girl no less. OMG what am I going to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8651651252568975713?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8651651252568975713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8651651252568975713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8651651252568975713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8651651252568975713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-shit.html' title='HOLY SHIT!!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3171122573480794291</id><published>2009-11-12T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:29:33.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>So, an update</title><content type='html'>I suck, yes I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An update...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Team Vag! Get to see her again next week, to be sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stilllllllll puking daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still losing weight, due to all the puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debating on names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3171122573480794291?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3171122573480794291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3171122573480794291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3171122573480794291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3171122573480794291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-update.html' title='So, an update'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2924247506641192647</id><published>2009-11-03T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:24:53.738-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Is that you...</title><content type='html'>dear round ligament pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly, GTFO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2924247506641192647?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2924247506641192647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2924247506641192647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2924247506641192647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2924247506641192647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-that-you.html' title='Is that you...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5912715479407659391</id><published>2009-10-27T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:25:23.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><title type='text'>NOW</title><content type='html'>I want pizza NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Lord I had a hot pocket in the freezer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5912715479407659391?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5912715479407659391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5912715479407659391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5912715479407659391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5912715479407659391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/10/now.html' title='NOW'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7827489115084203823</id><published>2009-10-26T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:22:25.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Let the guessing begin!</title><content type='html'>Here we are at 16 weeks today. Our first gender determination U/S is NEXT WEEK -- Friday, Nov 6th. So, I set up a poll on the side for you to enter your guesses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We're thinking girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7827489115084203823?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7827489115084203823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7827489115084203823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7827489115084203823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7827489115084203823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-guessing-begin.html' title='Let the guessing begin!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-1453088605272884359</id><published>2009-10-14T08:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:28:27.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>14 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/StXV9f6pPWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ufq_iKoM5pM/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392451381362244962" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/StXV9f6pPWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ufq_iKoM5pM/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sidenote: It's quite difficult to take a side portrait of yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How far along?&lt;/strong&gt; 14 Weeks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total weight gain/loss:&lt;/strong&gt; -8 lbs still I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity clothes?&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep: &lt;/strong&gt;getting better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment this week:&lt;/strong&gt; looking at my belly growth. There's a baby in there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement:&lt;/strong&gt; Just gas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender:&lt;/strong&gt; Still thinking girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labor Signs:&lt;/strong&gt; No! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Button in or out?&lt;/strong&gt; In.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I miss:&lt;/strong&gt; Being energetic and feeling well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am looking forward to:&lt;/strong&gt; Looking at baby stuff when I feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekly Wisdom:&lt;/strong&gt; We're having a baby!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt; being in 2nd tri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392451493703907874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/StXWECa--iI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Az4EL0VWEHA/s320/wk14_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your adorable little fetus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;is busy with thumb sucking, toe wiggling, and (not so cute but equally amazing) making urine and breathing amniotic fluid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; as the liver, kidneys and spleen continue to develop. Lanugo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(thin, downy hair) is growing all over the body for warmth.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-1453088605272884359?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1453088605272884359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=1453088605272884359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1453088605272884359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1453088605272884359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/10/14-weeks.html' title='14 Weeks!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/StXV9f6pPWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ufq_iKoM5pM/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8142170186607344028</id><published>2009-10-05T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:31:39.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>13 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SsofSqLufsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fRD0LPys9VE/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389154309523799746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SsofSqLufsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fRD0LPys9VE/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How far along? &lt;/strong&gt;13 Weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total weight gain/loss: &lt;/strong&gt;-8 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity clothes? &lt;/strong&gt;yes, with this fat/bloat/bump...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep: &lt;/strong&gt;here and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment this week: &lt;/strong&gt;Having moments where I have a break from being sick, however few and far between they may be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement: &lt;/strong&gt;Just gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender:&lt;/strong&gt; Leaning towards a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labor Signs: &lt;/strong&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Button in or out? &lt;/strong&gt;In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I miss: &lt;/strong&gt;Being energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am looking forward to: &lt;/strong&gt;Looking at baby stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekly Wisdom: &lt;/strong&gt;It's all for a greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt; Hitting 2nd tri this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SsofSBuFRGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4cbPeY-OyhU/s1600-h/wk13_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389154298662044770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SsofSBuFRGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4cbPeY-OyhU/s320/wk13_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your fetus is forming teeth and vocal cords... savor this, their non-functional phase. Baby is approaching normal proportions, with a head now only one third the size of the body. Intestines are in the process of moving from the umbilical cord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; to baby's tummy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8142170186607344028?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8142170186607344028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8142170186607344028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8142170186607344028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8142170186607344028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/10/13-weeks.html' title='13 Weeks!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SsofSqLufsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fRD0LPys9VE/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-654254215828946667</id><published>2009-09-15T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:52:56.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Dear membranes in my nose,</title><content type='html'>If you'd kindly thicken up, I'd greatly appreciate it. This bloody nose every other day is getting old. I got pg so I wouldn't have to have a period for 9 months, duh. I don't need to have one on my face coming out of my nasal cavity thank.ya.very.much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should there be a murder at my office one day, I'm sure I'll be a prime suspect with the amount of blood on the bathroom floor. nft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-654254215828946667?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/654254215828946667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=654254215828946667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/654254215828946667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/654254215828946667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-membranes-in-my-nose.html' title='Dear membranes in my nose,'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-4060424839784644963</id><published>2009-09-14T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:49:56.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u/s'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow's the BIG DAY!</title><content type='html'>We get to see bebe tiger tomorrow! Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send good thoughts that all is well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-4060424839784644963?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4060424839784644963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=4060424839784644963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4060424839784644963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4060424839784644963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrows-big-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s the BIG DAY!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2586976705043651722</id><published>2009-09-02T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:29:02.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puking while driving on the interstate where there&amp;#39;s no shoulder is not very easy. Just FYI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2586976705043651722?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2586976705043651722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2586976705043651722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2586976705043651722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2586976705043651722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/09/puking-while-driving-on-interstate.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-522923122477966005</id><published>2009-09-01T14:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:10:01.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartburn'/><title type='text'>ah, pregnancy firsts</title><content type='html'>I've been blessed with this child and I pray everyday that everything will be OK. I have also been blessed with glorious reminders that (s)he is doing well...ah symptoms! It's been a crazy experience of firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, for like a week an a half I had this pressure in my throat and come to frickin find out it was heartburn. What a revelation! I've never experienced hb before. As unpleasant as it was, it was nice to figure out what the discomfort causing extra nausea was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to yesterday, when I hit 8 weeks -- so did my bowels to a brick wall. Full on slow motion going on in there. In my 25 years and millions of pounds of cheese consumed, I have never experience the joy that is constipation. Yet, this child is quick to tighten up on my system. Eh, less bathroom trips I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lil tiger and whatever pain and torture you will find humorous to throw my way. I may bitch, but inside I really will gladly take it as a reminder of you. But sshhh, don't tell daddy. Mommy likes his concern and catering right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-522923122477966005?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/522923122477966005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=522923122477966005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/522923122477966005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/522923122477966005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-pregnancy-firsts.html' title='ah, pregnancy firsts'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2927207851727061989</id><published>2009-08-27T15:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:58:54.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>7 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How far along?&lt;/strong&gt; 7 weeks, OK and a couple days...shoot me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total weight gain/loss:&lt;/strong&gt; 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity clothes?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I invested in a new bra (happens to be a nursing one) and a bella band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep:&lt;/strong&gt; Still getting it until I have to pee at about 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment this week:&lt;/strong&gt; Realizing that I have heartburn because the meds I took have made such a difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement:&lt;/strong&gt; Does gas count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender:&lt;/strong&gt; DH seems to think boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labor Signs:&lt;/strong&gt; Hellz no, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Button in or out? &lt;/strong&gt;Innie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I miss:&lt;/strong&gt; Hot baths, yes again. I love me some steaming baths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am looking forward to:&lt;/strong&gt; 1st appt tomorrow and telling the last of our family after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekly Wisdom:&lt;/strong&gt; Even though you may feel like utter crap at times, or all the time; Try to remember it's all for a wonderful and special miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt; Making it to 7 weeks. 10 weeks is my next goal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SpbzZQCCsjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/E4do1ZPDmPc/s1600-h/blueberry%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374750820439077426" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SpbzZQCCsjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/E4do1ZPDmPc/s320/blueberry%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby's now the size of a blueberry! Baby's brain -- both hemispheres! -- is growing fast, generating about one hundred new cells every minute. Arms and legs are emerging as joints start to form, and a permanent set of kidneys (baby's third!) is now in place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2927207851727061989?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2927207851727061989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2927207851727061989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2927207851727061989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2927207851727061989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-weeks.html' title='7 Weeks!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SpbzZQCCsjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/E4do1ZPDmPc/s72-c/blueberry%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-831552153226128933</id><published>2009-08-13T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:28:36.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>How about: Mother's Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>My mom, the sweetheart she is, is a very excited Nana-to-be. She's awfully energetic as far as planning for her first grandchild is concerned. However, she's quite the worry-wart as well. I'd like to share her "wisdom" each day. Each day, you say? Yes, my mother provides classic lines everyday via 10 billion phone calls, e-mails and her newest, texts that I think are simply too much! I'm being quite presumptuous thinking I may provide liners from her each day. I'm sure if won't be hard. If I miss a day or 2, it's probably not from the lack of rollers, it's because I'm lazy. To kick off this giggle of a good time, I give you 2, TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom: "I saw at walmart a thing in the baby section something that you put on your belly and you can email the sounds of the beating, etc. Not sure how it works but I may get it in a couple of weeks for you. That would be neat if it worked."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving daughter: "I can record gas too? That'd be neat. I'll be sure to send that to you!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom: "You need to be careful with flu season coming up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My response: "I have my mask already on. Or I can stay home this whole pregnancy and you can supplement our income..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me, but I find her absolutely hysterical. Seriously, I'm not even 6 weeks yet. Love her though. Doesn't mean I can't joke about the brilliance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-831552153226128933?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/831552153226128933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=831552153226128933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/831552153226128933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/831552153226128933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-about-mothers-quote-of-day.html' title='How about: Mother&apos;s Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3857899678223054072</id><published>2009-08-11T08:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:10:59.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>5 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>[Bloat pic coming later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How far along? &lt;/strong&gt;5 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total weight gain/loss: &lt;/strong&gt;-1 lb&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maternity clothes? &lt;/strong&gt;Nope, but I'm sure I'll be needing a Bella Band soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep:&lt;/strong&gt; Liking going to bed early but not crashing and burning yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment this week: &lt;/strong&gt;BFP, of course...well that was last week, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement: &lt;/strong&gt;Nope, just twinges from the wittle appleseed. Just the body getting used to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender: &lt;/strong&gt;Have my moments of thinking both, so who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labor Signs: &lt;/strong&gt;NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Button in or out? &lt;/strong&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I miss: &lt;/strong&gt;HOT baths, but that's OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am looking forward to: &lt;/strong&gt;Just this pregnancy and our little tiger arriving in April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekly Wisdom: &lt;/strong&gt;Today I am pregnant and I love my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt; Making it over a week of being pregnant! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoFxY2_arjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JWUvNo0Giis/s1600-h/F10B41D534E4402091FEEB7632D60750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368696902694645298" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoFxY2_arjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JWUvNo0Giis/s320/F10B41D534E4402091FEEB7632D60750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby's now the size of an appleseed! Your embryo, which doesn't look like much more than a tadpole right now, is actually starting to form major organs (heart, kidney, liver, stomach) and systems (nervous, circulatory, digestive). Baby's presence in your uterus triggers production of HCG (the hormone detected by pregnancy tests), which triggers the production of other hormones like estrogen and progesterone, which triggers all those great symptoms you've probably been noticing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3857899678223054072?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3857899678223054072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3857899678223054072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3857899678223054072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3857899678223054072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-weeks.html' title='5 Weeks!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoFxY2_arjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JWUvNo0Giis/s72-c/F10B41D534E4402091FEEB7632D60750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-4845808538919244914</id><published>2009-08-10T08:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:10:45.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Telling mom...</title><content type='html'>Friday night, Mr. Pink and I decide to tell mom (and stepdad) about our pregnancy. We took them out to eat. I wrapped her a present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAofHG6zQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CSuwAl4ABxY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368335270774754562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAofHG6zQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CSuwAl4ABxY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAofvok_4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Fd54lg_XGgQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368335281653350274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAofvok_4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Fd54lg_XGgQ/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAogKOqFjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uSuEsM-FdzQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368335288792389170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAogKOqFjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uSuEsM-FdzQ/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she about flipped she was so freakin' excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAoglEwxQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SxK46FZ7q3k/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368335295998641410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAoglEwxQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SxK46FZ7q3k/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAohCHNRuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tj_j-lnleGA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368335303793526498" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAohCHNRuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tj_j-lnleGA/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to tell her. She's been asking me how I'm feeling everyday and checking on me. She even sent me an e-mail yesterday about some cute diaper bags she found. This will be a long 8 more months! But that's OK. That's what I get for being the only child! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-4845808538919244914?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4845808538919244914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=4845808538919244914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4845808538919244914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4845808538919244914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-and-telling-mom.html' title='Telling mom...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SoAofHG6zQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CSuwAl4ABxY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5780912969572516895</id><published>2009-08-09T20:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:04:47.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Really? A "craving" already? Seriously?</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with DH still sleeping. I decide to stay in bed watching TV. Then about 10 a.m. I suddenly want Chili's chips. No salsa, just chips. I have never wanted something so urgently before. Luckily mom was heading back from church and brought me some. I had to wait until about noon, but they still tasted delish and hit the spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5780912969572516895?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5780912969572516895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5780912969572516895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5780912969572516895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5780912969572516895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-craving-already-seriously.html' title='Really? A &quot;craving&quot; already? Seriously?'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3495562535265287203</id><published>2009-08-06T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:04:49.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning sickness'/><title type='text'>Who needs an alarm clock...?</title><content type='html'>Not Mr. Pink that's for sure! I woke him up this morning with my puking. He quite enjoyed it, if I do say so myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3495562535265287203?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3495562535265287203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3495562535265287203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3495562535265287203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3495562535265287203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-needs-alarm-clock.html' title='Who needs an alarm clock...?'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8037874884641627695</id><published>2009-08-05T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:19:18.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>1st appt schedulded!!!</title><content type='html'>August 28th...I'll be in my 8th week. I just so happen to be off that day too! Whoo hoo! This is becoming all too real! If I can make it thru this week OK, then after the appt, I'll feel a lot better. I just can't wait. It seems like an eternity from now. How will I ever concentrate on anything else..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8037874884641627695?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8037874884641627695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8037874884641627695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8037874884641627695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8037874884641627695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-appt-schedulded.html' title='1st appt schedulded!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-239177920632157397</id><published>2009-08-05T08:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:38:29.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Love--hate relationship</title><content type='html'>As I sit uncomfortably in my chair, feeling like I have to puke; Or attempt to lie down, still feeling the urge--my nausea is graced with a smile. 'Tis a bittersweet relationship, my dear morning, err, all day sickness. I've never been happier kneeling over a porcelin John. Because you know, Crown Royal and Diet Coke doesn't come up as gracefully and the gut you get from it isn't a purdy as a "bump."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-239177920632157397?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/239177920632157397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=239177920632157397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/239177920632157397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/239177920632157397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-hate-relationship.html' title='Love--hate relationship'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8721175890974697497</id><published>2009-08-04T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:26:47.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>So, I haz a present</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SnhDxAZdnRI/AAAAAAAAANw/71VxF3GaK9g/s1600-h/IMG00313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366113465211395346" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SnhDxAZdnRI/AAAAAAAAANw/71VxF3GaK9g/s320/IMG00313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture sucks arse...way darker in person. Still early because I couldn't help but test at 11 dpo. I just felt it and had some symptoms too! But we shall see! PLEASE BE A STICKY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8721175890974697497?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8721175890974697497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8721175890974697497&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8721175890974697497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8721175890974697497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-haz-present.html' title='So, I haz a present'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SnhDxAZdnRI/AAAAAAAAANw/71VxF3GaK9g/s72-c/IMG00313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8878570055133351647</id><published>2009-08-03T08:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:50:50.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there, stranger</title><content type='html'>I'm back from the hell world of work....done with my busy time....my head's above water. I promise to post more often. We have some exciting things coming up in life so hopefully I won't bore you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8878570055133351647?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8878570055133351647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8878570055133351647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8878570055133351647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8878570055133351647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-there-stranger.html' title='Hello there, stranger'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-6155323874372285646</id><published>2009-07-10T09:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:12:09.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>I'm here...alive</title><content type='html'>Back from vacay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH is still unemployed although he takes a class Aug 1st and must pass a test after to be able to officially start working and earning money. If it works out like it should, it will be a huge financial increase for us, which is great considering we've been taking some savings money from his 6 wks out of work so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on cycle 6 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works a bitch. Crazy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get back into posting. I steer clear of a lot of things these days because I'm just.feeling.down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-6155323874372285646?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6155323874372285646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=6155323874372285646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6155323874372285646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6155323874372285646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-herealive.html' title='I&apos;m here...alive'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-4949198244931534239</id><published>2009-06-22T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:29:41.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Must prepare</title><content type='html'>We leave for Michigan next Sunday morning for the week. I must figure out what all we're doing so I know what to pack. I just know I'm going to have to buy things so I hope I can squeeze out a litlle shopping money without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: DH did the last of the official crap for unemployment today. Looks like we'll get his first "paycheck" Wednesday. Totally sucks that it's at least 20% of his weekly pay, but I guess it's something. Still no jobs in the field so he's meeting with BIL's friend who has a bail bonds biz in our town. Just what I wanted him to do. ::eye roll::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-4949198244931534239?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4949198244931534239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=4949198244931534239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4949198244931534239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4949198244931534239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-prepare.html' title='Must prepare'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-35595616980913542</id><published>2009-06-15T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:38:09.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Anniversary gifts</title><content type='html'>I forgot to share what our anniversary gifts were. DH and I are sticking with the traditional gift thing. Well, I am and he's not protesting so that's the same as "we," right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got him a gift certificate to get a new tat. He got me one for a massage...he knows me so well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to spend mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-35595616980913542?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/35595616980913542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=35595616980913542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/35595616980913542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/35595616980913542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/anniversary-gift.html' title='Anniversary gifts'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3749423478626443526</id><published>2009-06-15T15:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:35:22.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Our Future Home</title><content type='html'>Dh and I did the Parade of Homes this weekend. We got some really great ideas for when we build and surprisingly not too many looks as we wondered into the $929,000 house that's 3 times the place we live in now. Perhaps we pull off the young, rich heir look, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we even found the builder we'll use. He's local. We loved 2 of the houses we saw this weekend...enough to even go back there on Sunday. His prices are right. Small business. Offers a discount because we're local to him. So all gravy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reviewed all our notes and drew up this floorplan only to realize that we forgot to add in our office. I'm kinda pissed because I love the way it is now. Granted it's not totally to scale. I'm not an architect so things could be wrong already...but in my head it's symetrical! lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SjawSpAnYhI/AAAAAAAAANo/CyMDYEASx7M/s1600-h/House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347655441841611282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SjawSpAnYhI/AAAAAAAAANo/CyMDYEASx7M/s320/House.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3749423478626443526?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3749423478626443526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3749423478626443526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3749423478626443526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3749423478626443526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-future-home.html' title='Our Future Home'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SjawSpAnYhI/AAAAAAAAANo/CyMDYEASx7M/s72-c/House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-444392390612346264</id><published>2009-06-10T20:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:25:02.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CP'/><title type='text'>Things can come and go so fast</title><content type='html'>Don't mind me if I just sulk for a minute here. I'm having a bad evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe last week, this day, we got the best news of our life. I took aim at my $.99 pee cup and waited and waited and waited. Pretended to cook dinner without an obvious look of wonder and hope that in 3 minutes, maybe, just maybe we'd be pg. I go to check the results assuming it was a negative only to see the most wonderful word uttered by a $15 stick that you treat so poorly to pee on but that holds your future so excitingly, "PREGNANT!" I fluttered about the house to grab another stick. Thank God I used the cup and didn't attempt 10 seconds mid-stream. Ah, should I waste another digi? Wait, I have a generic brand. We'll see what it says. There's a cross. OMG, OMG!!! Stirring dinner. Oh yeah, you can use an OPK to test too. A second pink line on it. WE'RE PREGNANT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab DH's gift of an LSU onesie and the closest gift bag I could find...a Christmas one, how lovely! I give him the bag saying it's an early anniversary gift. After some blank stares of trying to figure out what a stick that says "PREGNANT" on it actually means, he grabs me, kisses me and it's the most wonderful evening ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days later I begin to feel worrisome. Cramping, but that's normal. Pg symptoms can = PMS symptoms. Some spotting.....I freak but yes, brown is ok....now pink....try to stay calm. I cannot be going crazy already. I cannot believe I stayed at work that Friday. I was a wreck all day. My Dr called me back to schedule my first appt. After speaking with the nurse and telling her what's going on, I get slightly reassured it could be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night and Saturday was horrible. Saturday began the worst day of my life, so far. How can something I was given just 3 days ago, be already taken from me? That's not fair. Brown and pink turned to red. Uncomfortable cramps led to the worst I've ever had. It was not a good day. I did not want to do anything....Sunday either. I spent most of the weekend in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had that feeling. A feeling I tried to ignore because I was pregnant, actually pregnant! I was going to have a child, be a mother. It CANNOT be taken from me already. But that Saturday I figured out it could and it was. My fears of a chemical pregnancy was a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look back to an exact week ago and think man, things can come and go so fast. I'm sitting here in a whirlwind still and my only hope is looking forward to trying again and our future. One day we will get pregnant again. One day. But yet it also scares me. What if this happens again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-444392390612346264?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/444392390612346264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=444392390612346264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/444392390612346264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/444392390612346264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-can-come-and-go-so-fast.html' title='Things can come and go so fast'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-1947923620645492199</id><published>2009-06-09T08:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:15:31.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>Oh how sweet it is</title><content type='html'>Since Sunday was our first anniversary, DH and I got to enjoy our top layer of cake. Since I dislike cake--of course our top (and bottom layer) were cheesecake instead! My dad wrapped up our top layer in aluminum foil the night of our wedding, so it didn't save all nice and pretty. The majority of the buttercream icing was left on the foil, but oh emm gee did it taste good! As of today we still have some left that I stack on every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Si5l-ZE7uEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xiXxininHhk/s1600-h/IMG00272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345321930293229634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Si5l-ZE7uEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xiXxininHhk/s320/IMG00272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Si5l-huD7jI/AAAAAAAAANY/CFxtsj4ro7Q/s1600-h/IMG00275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345321932613217842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Si5l-huD7jI/AAAAAAAAANY/CFxtsj4ro7Q/s320/IMG00275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2000555960539335421-1947923620645492199?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1947923620645492199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=1947923620645492199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1947923620645492199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1947923620645492199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-how-sweet-it-is.html' title='Oh how sweet it is'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Si5l-ZE7uEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xiXxininHhk/s72-c/IMG00272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5532237715424972789</id><published>2009-06-09T08:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:27:17.542-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1001 Days'/><title type='text'>13. Replace chandelier in kitchen over dining table--CHECK</title><content type='html'>DH finally got around to putting up our new light fixture for over the dining table. Nothing fancy. I just hated the 1970s version of what we had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be a PW this week since I'm distracting myself and trying to get the damn peestick off the front page. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Si5rEn-v1YI/AAAAAAAAANg/PTzIdcBtz9c/s1600-h/IMG_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345327534931170690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Si5rEn-v1YI/AAAAAAAAANg/PTzIdcBtz9c/s320/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5532237715424972789?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5532237715424972789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5532237715424972789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5532237715424972789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5532237715424972789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/13-replace-chandelier-in-kitchen-over.html' title='13. Replace chandelier in kitchen over dining table--CHECK'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Si5rEn-v1YI/AAAAAAAAANg/PTzIdcBtz9c/s72-c/IMG_0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7061887864308841192</id><published>2009-06-07T13:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:34:01.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CP'/><title type='text'>Well, my fears were correct</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I started my period so I guess it was a chemical pregnancy. I'll call my doctor to cancel my appointment for later this month and see if there's anything I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst day of my life, right there. Totally heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to never test early again. I could not put myself thru this again. I felt like the whole time I was waiting for the other shoe to drop so I guess deep down I sensed it. Still blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll be having a few glasses of wine at our First Anniversary dinner tonight. Yay me. ::rolls eyes::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7061887864308841192?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7061887864308841192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7061887864308841192&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7061887864308841192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7061887864308841192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-my-fears-were-correct.html' title='Well, my fears were correct'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7939491654390139319</id><published>2009-06-05T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:58:39.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CP'/><title type='text'>worried</title><content type='html'>I should have waited until today to test. I know I should have. I'm at work debating whether or not to go get a peestick or just call the Dr. I have some slight barely pink spotting today that has me terrified this is a C/P. I usually have this the day or so before my period and tomorrow would be CD 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to be so damn frightening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7939491654390139319?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7939491654390139319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7939491654390139319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7939491654390139319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7939491654390139319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/worried.html' title='worried'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8346802278086556756</id><published>2009-06-04T16:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:33:27.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1001 Days'/><title type='text'>1. Get pregnant--CHECK</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://lifeandtimesofmichelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;MrsBreaux2008&lt;/a&gt; for pointing out that I have completed my first of my 101 Things. Although, it wasn't something I could totally control, it's nice to mark something off my list and ABSOLUTELYFREAKINGWONDERFUL to be pg. Dear Tiger Bebe, we cannot wait until you arrive! Smooches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::look to previous post for the pic::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8346802278086556756?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8346802278086556756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8346802278086556756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8346802278086556756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8346802278086556756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-get-pregnant-check.html' title='1. Get pregnant--CHECK'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8532981031676140330</id><published>2009-06-03T20:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:37:01.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Guesssss Whatttt?????</title><content type='html'>We are so KTFU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Sicj6TIvy0I/AAAAAAAAANI/qjrVcXhuIdg/s1600-h/POAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343278967374728002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Sicj6TIvy0I/AAAAAAAAANI/qjrVcXhuIdg/s320/POAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry it's not the best pic in the world! BFP @ 12 dpo. We're SO FRICKIN' EXCITED!!!! I feel so blessed and cannot WAIT to be a mother. I &lt;em&gt;pray&lt;/em&gt; that it's a sticky baby. We already love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more tomorrow. I just wanted to share with everyone this evening. Thanks for all the well wishes on TTC and me stressing out. I really appreciate everyone's support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8532981031676140330?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8532981031676140330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8532981031676140330&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8532981031676140330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8532981031676140330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/guesssss-whatttt.html' title='Guesssss Whatttt?????'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/Sicj6TIvy0I/AAAAAAAAANI/qjrVcXhuIdg/s72-c/POAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2041584269437048183</id><published>2009-06-02T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:47:56.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ww'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish it was Friday already. All kinds of funky going on. May break and test tomorrow at 12 dpo. I have no self control. Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2041584269437048183?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2041584269437048183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2041584269437048183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2041584269437048183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2041584269437048183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-it-was-friday-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-501288169069777440</id><published>2009-05-31T14:43:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:08:12.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1001 Days'/><title type='text'>101 Things in 1001 Days</title><content type='html'>So far, I've seen 3 people start this mission for themselves. Each time, I read their list and I feel so lazy and there's so many things that have been on my "To Do" list for forever. So, I'm kicking myself in the rear and here goes my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of starting a new blog (I can't handle another) I'm just posting my list here and I'll post updates within this blog as well, since this blog is about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Criteria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of work on my part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why 1001 Days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to beating procrastination is to set a deadline that is realistic. 1001 Days is a decent period of time, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organizing and timing some tasks such as overseas trips or outdoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start Date:&lt;/strong&gt; June 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End Date:&lt;/strong&gt; February 27, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete Tasks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complete Tasks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tasks in Progress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get (and stay) pregnant!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Take pictures of each task completed (0/101)&lt;br /&gt;3. Post on my blog everyday for a month (0/30)&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a hobby course at LSU&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn a language using Rosetta Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home is where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;6. Get roof fixed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Organize store room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Clear out garden&lt;br /&gt;9. Plant flowers in garden&lt;br /&gt;10. Tile the master bathroom&lt;br /&gt;11. Put down new carpet throughout house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Organize and inventory side biz stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Replace chandelier in kitchen over dining table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Replace all the doors in our house&lt;br /&gt;15. Put up a ceiling fan in master bedroom&lt;br /&gt;16. Get a recycling bin&lt;br /&gt;17. Paint kitchen countertops&lt;br /&gt;18. Purchase artwork for the house&lt;br /&gt;19. Plant 3 Magnolia trees in the back lot where house will be&lt;br /&gt;20. Find house plans that I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;21. Build house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That paper, paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;22. Put $5 into savings for each completed item (0/101)&lt;br /&gt;23. Put $200 into retirement savings acct every month (0/12)&lt;br /&gt;24. Put $200 into college savings acct every month (0/12)&lt;br /&gt;25. Put $200 into baby fund savings acct every month (0/12)&lt;br /&gt;26. Pay off ring&lt;br /&gt;27. Pay off medical bill&lt;br /&gt;28. Pay back Dad&lt;br /&gt;29. Buy an SUV&lt;br /&gt;30. Create a formal college savings account for future spawn&lt;br /&gt;31. Start a formal IRA or 401k for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Count coins and bring to bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Enact the Total Money Makeover plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paying it forward&lt;br /&gt;34. Clean out closet to give more clothes to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. Donate to 5 organizations (3/5)&lt;br /&gt;36. Adopt a child for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopt a family for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;38. Volunteer for something&lt;br /&gt;39. Send a surprise gift to someone (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;40. Donate $5 for each item not marked off to a charity&lt;br /&gt;41. Participate in the Alzheimer’s Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;42. Print out all our wedding pictures and give away to family (sadly I have yet to do this!)&lt;br /&gt;43. Design and print out all wedding albums (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;44. Sell all wedding stuff that’s sitting around the house&lt;br /&gt;45. Frame wedding pictures for the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lobster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;46. Go with DH to concerts (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;47. Date night with DH every month (0/31)&lt;br /&gt;48. Take couples dance lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;49. Become friends with 2 couples&lt;br /&gt;50. Go out to dinner with new couple friends (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;51. Throw a party (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;52. Invite friends over to dinner (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;53. Send an e-mail/card to a friend or family member (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s all relative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;54. Write letters for spawn&lt;br /&gt;55. Keep regular family videos&lt;br /&gt;56. Take pictures regularly&lt;br /&gt;57. Learn to sew&lt;br /&gt;58. Purchase an SLR camera&lt;br /&gt;59. Learn how to use the camera for photojournalistic photos&lt;br /&gt;60. Create Living Wills&lt;br /&gt;61. Visit my grandmother at the nursing home once a week for 3 months (0/12)&lt;br /&gt;62. Collect all friends’ and family members’ birthdays&lt;br /&gt;63. Call dad once a week (0/146)&lt;br /&gt;64. Visit or have dinner with dad once a month (0/31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Plan Mom’s surprise 50th birthday party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Dates with Mom once every other week (0/146)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traveling the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;67. Renew passport with name change&lt;br /&gt;68. Go on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;69. Plan our return to Couples Swept Away in Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;70. Go to the beach&lt;br /&gt;71. Plan a trip for Mom and I&lt;br /&gt;72. Stay at a Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying’ fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;73. Get a massage&lt;br /&gt;74. Lose 20 lbs&lt;br /&gt;75. Lose 30 lbs&lt;br /&gt;76. Lose 40 lbs&lt;br /&gt;77. Lose 50 lbs&lt;br /&gt;78. Lose more weight&lt;br /&gt;79. Get DH Lasik treatment&lt;br /&gt;80. Go to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;81. Get wrist checked out by Dr&lt;br /&gt;82. Go see a chiropractor&lt;br /&gt;83. Go to the gym 20 times in a month (0/20)&lt;br /&gt;84. Take a daily vitamin&lt;br /&gt;85. Work out in the morning for a week (0/7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;86. Cook a completely homemade dinner once a month (0/31)&lt;br /&gt;87. Take cooking lessons (0/3)&lt;br /&gt;88. No soft drinks for a week&lt;br /&gt;89. No pizza for a month&lt;br /&gt;90. No fast food for a week&lt;br /&gt;91. Try new recipes (0/30)&lt;br /&gt;92. Try new restaurants (0/10)&lt;br /&gt;93. Go back on vegetarian diet for a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being all pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;94. Spend an entire day at work only doing work stuff&lt;br /&gt;95. Get my CMP designation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Get my CISR designation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Quit my job and work solely on my side biz&lt;br /&gt;98. Join ABC&lt;br /&gt;99. Become a Professional Consultant&lt;br /&gt;100. Present at shows (0/3)&lt;br /&gt;101. Sell crafts at October Festival (1/2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how this goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-501288169069777440?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/501288169069777440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=501288169069777440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/501288169069777440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/501288169069777440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/101-things-in-1001-days.html' title='101 Things in 1001 Days'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7227015782179597629</id><published>2009-05-30T18:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:53:27.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ww'/><title type='text'>And we have sore boobs!</title><content type='html'>Woot, woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a few other things going on. Keep those symptoms coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless my body and that whore of a bitch AF are teasing me and in that case, suck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 dpo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7227015782179597629?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7227015782179597629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7227015782179597629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7227015782179597629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7227015782179597629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-we-have-sore-boobs.html' title='And we have sore boobs!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-9185182082021766680</id><published>2009-05-29T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:38:43.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Fuckityfuckfuckfuck</title><content type='html'>DH just got laid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFFF me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my step-dad is one of his bosses so he told hm to call their main office Monday b/c there's other companies that have work where they'll probably place him and 4 other people (of the 16 they laid off today). Step-dad said they're hiring him back as soon as stuff opens up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope there is an alternative company and that it's local and pays same or more than he's getting now! Wishful thinking, this I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-9185182082021766680?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/9185182082021766680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=9185182082021766680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/9185182082021766680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/9185182082021766680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuckityfuckfuckfuck.html' title='Fuckityfuckfuckfuck'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2882646583757943441</id><published>2009-05-29T18:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:19:09.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ww'/><title type='text'>The evil wait</title><content type='html'>...can kiss my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I took B6 this go-round, this cycle should end next Friday. But I'm 7 DPO now, so I'll probably test sooner just because I can barely frickin' stand it now! Please grant me the strength to wait until Monday to POAS so I won't waste a whole dolla dolla before at least 10 DPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttfuckingsomeofabitch....I have no patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2882646583757943441?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2882646583757943441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2882646583757943441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2882646583757943441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2882646583757943441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/evil-wait.html' title='The evil wait'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-6899942786420956948</id><published>2009-05-20T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:07:58.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Headdesk'/><title type='text'>It would have been nice to say 'yes.'</title><content type='html'>I just got asked if I was having a baby. Actually, the convo went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave Cleaning Guy: "You're about to have a baby, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with red dagger eyes: "Huh. Nope, just fat. But thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit this shirt is not all that flattering! Guess the 30 day shred isn't helping my lower gut much. Damn bloat. Is it bloat if it stays there all the time? lolz. Thanks Mr. Cleaning Guy! Made.my.day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::goes back to starving self::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-6899942786420956948?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6899942786420956948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=6899942786420956948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6899942786420956948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6899942786420956948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-would-have-been-nice-to-say-yes.html' title='It would have been nice to say &apos;yes.&apos;'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5569331628853780300</id><published>2009-05-19T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:20:16.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Totally forgot to mention...</title><content type='html'>WE'RE GOING ON A VACAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ILs have a condo in Michigan that they leave here to spend the summer every year. They offered to pay all our expenses for the week. We plan to go to a large music festival that they have there. They also bought a boat and a jetski in prep for our visit. Yes, you heard me correctly. THEY FREAKING BOUGHT A BOAT AND A JETSKI SINCE WE'RE GOING TO COME. They go every year and are just now buying these. I kinda feel bad, but I enjoy a free ride...it's not like we asked. They begged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of theirs lives nearby and he offered to help us with designing our house. ::hypervenilates:: Free home design. Must.prepare.all.ideas.NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, another month of the 30 day shred or I will be looking like overstuffed sausage in my tankini. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::please let me be pg to use as an excuse::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking....but not really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5569331628853780300?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5569331628853780300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5569331628853780300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5569331628853780300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5569331628853780300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-forgot-to-mention.html' title='Totally forgot to mention...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-4018188436397966638</id><published>2009-05-18T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:23:23.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Summertime!</title><content type='html'>So that means it's time for a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/4fwl1u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/4fwl1u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After...I got hi and lo lights too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/2z5vk2h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2z5vk2h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already dreading the bangs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-4018188436397966638?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4018188436397966638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=4018188436397966638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4018188436397966638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4018188436397966638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/summertime.html' title='Summertime!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/4fwl1u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2111257219921965118</id><published>2009-05-14T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:38:20.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DH'/><title type='text'>Making the day better</title><content type='html'>From DH this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SgwsxAA6j5I/AAAAAAAAANA/XT-1lXgxc4s/s1600-h/IMG00227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335688878856245138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SgwsxAA6j5I/AAAAAAAAANA/XT-1lXgxc4s/s320/IMG00227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2111257219921965118?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2111257219921965118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2111257219921965118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2111257219921965118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2111257219921965118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-day-better.html' title='Making the day better'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SgwsxAA6j5I/AAAAAAAAANA/XT-1lXgxc4s/s72-c/IMG00227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-1208849871446139686</id><published>2009-05-11T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:48:22.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>The thermometer is on vacay</title><content type='html'>I'm on CD 7. Period has been over for the past 2 days. I haven't touched my thermometer this cycle yet. I think I don't want to. We're considering the sex.all.the.time route, but I'm scared. I feel like I have to give it all we've got. I think I'll still use OPKs, so with that and sex everyday, is there really any need to temp? ::sigh:: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-1208849871446139686?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1208849871446139686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=1208849871446139686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1208849871446139686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1208849871446139686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/thermometer-is-on-vacay.html' title='The thermometer is on vacay'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5110566034384698503</id><published>2009-05-02T13:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:42:59.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>Negative</title><content type='html'>BF one yesterday @ 9 DPO. Still early I guess. I'll test tomorrow again @ 11 DPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5110566034384698503?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5110566034384698503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5110566034384698503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5110566034384698503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5110566034384698503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/05/negative.html' title='Negative'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5438666505483277145</id><published>2009-04-24T13:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:42:11.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking FAIL</title><content type='html'>This damn flu has gotten me all throwed off. Oh yeah, I'm sick btw. It has stopped my Shred progress. Booo. My body hurts everywhere b/c of the damn flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me walking down the stairs=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SfH-82lrELI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TZSQxKYyJCY/s1600-h/IMG00205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328320155555139762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SfH-82lrELI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TZSQxKYyJCY/s320/IMG00205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5438666505483277145?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5438666505483277145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5438666505483277145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5438666505483277145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5438666505483277145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/04/walking-fail.html' title='Walking FAIL'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SfH-82lrELI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TZSQxKYyJCY/s72-c/IMG00205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8898577712797363299</id><published>2009-04-20T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:30:53.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Devil in workout clothes</title><content type='html'>Damn Jillian Michaels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the 30 Day Shred today. It wasn't so bad. Had 2 issues besides being incredibly tired. You do pushups and my wrist has always not worked well for that. I tried them the easy way on your knees, but it's still too much pressure on my left wrist. Then I was doing something and I pulled a muscle in my lower leg near my ankle. It was freaking burning the rest of the time so I couldn't put very much energy into the rest. Longest 20 minutes of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8898577712797363299?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8898577712797363299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8898577712797363299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8898577712797363299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8898577712797363299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/04/devil-in-workout-clothes.html' title='Devil in workout clothes'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-428321096567173689</id><published>2009-04-20T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:16:05.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Feeling Down</title><content type='html'>Feeling down these days. I hate my job. It's a good one, but I'm so burned out. I can't move up. I want to do my side business full time. I'm hoping to next year anyway, but I wanted to wait to get back from maternity leave for a month or so before I decided to "stay home with child." Or at least that will be my excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to do so, I actually have to GET pg! Duh! It's O time, and we've been taking care of things so I REALLY hope this is the right cycle. Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-428321096567173689?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/428321096567173689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=428321096567173689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/428321096567173689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/428321096567173689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling Down'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-4381362726909319125</id><published>2009-04-16T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:14:25.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I've never been so pissed!</title><content type='html'>This hotel sales rep I'm using thru work is trying to screw with me. She keeps going back on her word. Screwing shit up. Revising the unsigned contract--because she hasn't given it to me to actually sign. Yet, I had to send a out an invitation to the event since it's NEXT WEEK and then she blindsides me with a $2000 price increase! WTF. My head is killing me now. She just got an earful and is now talking to her boss about bringing down the cost to where they were YESTERDAY. Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-4381362726909319125?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4381362726909319125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=4381362726909319125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4381362726909319125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4381362726909319125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-been-so-pissed.html' title='I&apos;ve never been so pissed!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7297880794186405780</id><published>2009-04-14T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:48:10.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>Mucinex</title><content type='html'>sucks donkey balls. Man, those pills are HUGE and they taste gross. I thought PNVs were the biggest pills around. WRONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7297880794186405780?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7297880794186405780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7297880794186405780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7297880794186405780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7297880794186405780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/04/mucinex.html' title='Mucinex'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-1171029272434918298</id><published>2009-04-11T09:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:47:40.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::rolls eyes::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-1171029272434918298?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1171029272434918298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=1171029272434918298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1171029272434918298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1171029272434918298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-4341711201824290202</id><published>2009-04-09T10:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:15:37.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Busy bee</title><content type='html'>We have a crawfish boil for work tonight = free food and booze. Then going out for my cousin's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Good Friday and I have off. But I need to get our taxes done and have a million things for my side biz that I want to get done. And all of us grandkids are taking my grandma out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we're going to dinner with friends for my birthday and maybe out afterwards. But it also means I have to do the "rounds" with each parent, yada yada. And bring the dogs to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Easter with 2 Easter celebrations to go to. I'm going to be SO TIRED on Monday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-4341711201824290202?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4341711201824290202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=4341711201824290202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4341711201824290202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4341711201824290202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7069507565944155972</id><published>2009-04-04T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:25:45.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>CD 1</title><content type='html'>Woot! Woot! I'm excited. I knew the past cycle was a bust (yet again) because of 'issues' so I was anxious to get onto April. This cycle was back down to my usual 29 day cycle. Anyway, please, PLEASE let us actually get a shot this month. No stupid 'out of town during O time' or anything else to get in our way of trying. It'd be nice to REALLY try for a cycle...you know, getting a fighting chance, not just going through the days of the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I'm going back to watching 'Baby Mama.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7069507565944155972?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7069507565944155972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7069507565944155972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7069507565944155972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7069507565944155972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/04/cd-1.html' title='CD 1'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5022985476627900953</id><published>2009-04-03T10:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:54:59.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited for this Easter. We haven't been doing BIG family events much for holidays the past couple of years. But, my aunt called earlier this week to say they're having an Easter egg hunt next Sunday for all the great grandkids (there's 6 now) and then we'll all have dinner there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, of course, ran to te nearest Hobby Lobby to get something for the kids. I live vicariously thru my cousins. Anyway, I found a bunch of Easter toys (all half off, I might add) and these little take-out boxes. I'm putting the toys in these since I know they'll all have baskets already. I just finished writing their names on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SdYw_KNBw6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1Nnhp28yz10/s1600-h/IMG_0234%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320493871413707682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SdYw_KNBw6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1Nnhp28yz10/s320/IMG_0234%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'll post the finished pics once I get everything in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5022985476627900953?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5022985476627900953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5022985476627900953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5022985476627900953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5022985476627900953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SdYw_KNBw6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1Nnhp28yz10/s72-c/IMG_0234%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7738611563375305847</id><published>2009-03-31T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:00:57.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toy'/><title type='text'>i want</title><content type='html'>Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SdKERH8eXUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/78zvs3_2Y1k/s1600-h/canon-rebel-xsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319459539603316034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SdKERH8eXUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/78zvs3_2Y1k/s320/canon-rebel-xsi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do things have to be so expensive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7738611563375305847?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7738611563375305847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7738611563375305847&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7738611563375305847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7738611563375305847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want.html' title='i want'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SdKERH8eXUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/78zvs3_2Y1k/s72-c/canon-rebel-xsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8132100123902356984</id><published>2009-03-29T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:27:29.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Cleaning house</title><content type='html'>We still don't know where DH will be stationed. This week will start his "wait" or as I like to call it, his unemployment status. But, a guy he worked with out of state got stationed near our house and he lives about 5 hours away so we offered him to stay here during the week. So not only do I get my husb back, but also a roommate. This will work wonders for my only-child self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, DH will get stationed at the same place as he is so they can ride together and save on gas. So, I'm cleaning the house, trying to declutter the guest room. But, I wanted to be lazy today :( Pooper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8132100123902356984?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8132100123902356984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8132100123902356984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8132100123902356984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8132100123902356984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning house'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-1970741811971179110</id><published>2009-03-27T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:03:28.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>awesome</title><content type='html'>DH works out of state during the week. Well, a couple weeks ago they said the plant didn't need his contracting company anymore (because they are trying to cut expenses) so he was moving back, waiting for his company to relocate him. Our state was the most likely possibility. So he moves back last night all set to go to the office today to see where he's been relocated to. All the open positions require a special pass in which he applied for last week. It's a government-issued card, so guess how long that's going to take? Surprisingly only 2-4 weeks, which means we're shit outta luck for about 2 weeks. Joy. I'm so frickin glad we've been saving up lots of money the past couple of months. I hope we don't use up too much. I just hope they can place him as soon as he gets his card. Effin B.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-1970741811971179110?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1970741811971179110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=1970741811971179110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1970741811971179110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1970741811971179110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome.html' title='awesome'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3747521768541931666</id><published>2009-03-22T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:21:59.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>Well that's not going to do it</title><content type='html'>TTC issues this month so this cycle's a bust. It was a perfect opportunity but there were issues. I am absolutely crushed as I was so excited about this cycle. Here's to April, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::le sigh::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3747521768541931666?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3747521768541931666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3747521768541931666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3747521768541931666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3747521768541931666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-thats-not-going-to-do-it.html' title='Well that&apos;s not going to do it'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3299917936348136055</id><published>2009-03-19T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:56:00.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bow chika wow wow'/><title type='text'>Eeek!!!</title><content type='html'>Sooooooo, DH comes home today for the weekend and guess what Sunday is?...O day baby! Yeh, so he leaves on Sunday to go back to work, but still--it's a close shot. Last month we ended up only being able to try like 4 days before O because of his schedule. So this month we'll have a better timing issue. Now this is if I O according to last cycle (which was the latest in cycle I O'd since June). So there's even a shot that I O earlier which will be even better! Anyway, pardon my excitement or don't read the blog, KWIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck! The bed shaking will begin this evening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3299917936348136055?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3299917936348136055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3299917936348136055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3299917936348136055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3299917936348136055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/eeek.html' title='Eeek!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-223117631553623559</id><published>2009-03-18T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:32:07.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>Why TTC and alcohol don't mix...</title><content type='html'>I went to a conference for work in New Orleans at the end of last week. I was leaving on Saturday so on Friday night we decided to hit up Bourbon Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I end up talking to this company rep from one of our members. He's totally sweet. But what do we talk about for an hour? Charting and pg. Yep, that's right. I'm a barrel of fun, I guess! He mentioned something about it and I was like OMG I totally do that too. The Crown Royal blurs my exact recollection of how it all started. It was really funny though. He and his wife have been trying for 6 months so we talked about how naive people are sometimes about getting pg. We scared off a few people that tried to ease in our convo. lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-223117631553623559?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/223117631553623559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=223117631553623559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/223117631553623559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/223117631553623559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-ttc-and-alcohol-dont-mix.html' title='Why TTC and alcohol don&apos;t mix...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5412349103588607275</id><published>2009-03-08T19:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:27:38.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Where the action happens...</title><content type='html'>As in food action....you dirty mids, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a new dining set for Christmas, but it came in scratched. I got aggravated at the company so didn't reorder another one. Then I couldn't find something else relatively inexpensive that I liked. Found this set about 2 weeks ago. We picked it up and DH put it together Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lurve it. We had a bulky 6 seater, but I wanted something smaller. We don't have a dining room, but still never really use the table anyway! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to get a new centerpiece for the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310984021336261458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SbRn1B-GA1I/AAAAAAAAALM/-sFoQs2l54Y/s320/Image+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5412349103588607275?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5412349103588607275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5412349103588607275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5412349103588607275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5412349103588607275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-action-happens.html' title='Where the action happens...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SbRn1B-GA1I/AAAAAAAAALM/-sFoQs2l54Y/s72-c/Image+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7566078259145183427</id><published>2009-03-06T14:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:52:29.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>Annnndddd......CD1</title><content type='html'>On to Cycle #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 was half-ass anyway. 3 days worth of sex? Puh-lease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just glad to have an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7566078259145183427?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7566078259145183427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7566078259145183427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7566078259145183427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7566078259145183427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/annnnddddcd1.html' title='Annnndddd......CD1'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-9064772106596080494</id><published>2009-03-05T08:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:53:53.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ww'/><title type='text'>CD 32...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Still no period. Mild cramping. Doesn't feel exactly like period cramps though. Hmph. The longest cycle in a year of charting has been 29 days. Of course I get mega-cycle when actually TTCing. If cycle 2 is on its way, I wish it'd hurry up and get here already. You're wasting my limited TTC time, ya hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 dpo is still early for BFP so hoping....BFNs since pd was due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I hadn't missed earlier this week of temping. It'd probably show me what's going on. ::slaps forehead::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@%$#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit: Here's my chart, although it's not much help since I haven't temp'd this week. Stupid work trip and concert. lolz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SbBz6kxEDoI/AAAAAAAAALE/T7Xh5g_K3ww/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309871410808884866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SbBz6kxEDoI/AAAAAAAAALE/T7Xh5g_K3ww/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-9064772106596080494?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/9064772106596080494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=9064772106596080494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/9064772106596080494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/9064772106596080494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/cd-32.html' title='CD 32...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SbBz6kxEDoI/AAAAAAAAALE/T7Xh5g_K3ww/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3202554457008602888</id><published>2009-03-04T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:51:40.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>::sigh::</title><content type='html'>I'm so depressed right now. It's a multitude of things. Today is DH's birthday and he ended up coming home early from their turnaround so it's the first time I've seen him since Valentine's Day. He got the flu so they said he would be off until Monday so they just sent him home. I'm so excited he's here. Of course we fought about something stupid though so that bummed me out too. I'm stressed at work. Nothing's going right. I think it's on to the next cycle--which I'm taking really hard--but it's only our first cycle trying and we didn't even get a good shot at it this cycle. People have been trying for years, yet I'm so upset about everything that I'm crying as I type this. My headaches have been really bad lately. I've been missing DH a lot. But he's home so I should feel better now. This is me just rambling. I actually feel somewhat better now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3202554457008602888?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3202554457008602888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3202554457008602888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3202554457008602888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3202554457008602888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='::sigh::'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2366648624933776316</id><published>2009-02-26T08:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:47:04.573-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ww'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charting'/><title type='text'>The wait sucks</title><content type='html'>I know we were probably way early trying this month, but since the DH is OOT for the month--that was our only time for a visit. My temps look good, but I think they are just playing mindtricks with me. No hope for this cycle based on when I O'd, but alas I must wait until March 2nd to test if I haven't started the next cycle by then. Oh, the wait. BLOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SaaqAMq6ODI/AAAAAAAAAK8/s7Jq0FSJr3E/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116131280631858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SaaqAMq6ODI/AAAAAAAAAK8/s7Jq0FSJr3E/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2000555960539335421-2366648624933776316?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2366648624933776316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2366648624933776316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2366648624933776316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2366648624933776316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-sucks.html' title='The wait sucks'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SaaqAMq6ODI/AAAAAAAAAK8/s7Jq0FSJr3E/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5444290074909554052</id><published>2009-02-20T13:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:27:17.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><title type='text'>Laissez les bon temps rouler!</title><content type='html'>I'm so ready for Mardi Gras! I'm going to the Spanish Town parade tomorrow, with some friends since DH is still OOT for work. He will be there in spirit though... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304962172260187826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SZ8C_SBz_rI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UwbuHzO9HHE/s320/l_add28c820dc3341e45216026cf5a4512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was from the last parade we went to I guess a couple years ago. He's klassy, huh? Fortunately, he came to his senses about facial hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this year's theme for the parade?....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304962874379455186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SZ8DoJoFytI/AAAAAAAAAK0/m-NpzVC6jo8/s320/2009ThemeBuyYeauxBailout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it FANTASTIC!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5444290074909554052?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5444290074909554052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5444290074909554052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5444290074909554052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5444290074909554052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/laissez-les-bon-temps-rouler.html' title='Laissez les bon temps rouler!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SZ8C_SBz_rI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UwbuHzO9HHE/s72-c/l_add28c820dc3341e45216026cf5a4512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-8284252785947947695</id><published>2009-02-20T10:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:07:35.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>Guess what I'm eating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SZ7jGNem06I/AAAAAAAAAKc/eESJwrvW4SE/s1600-h/IMG00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304927106925777826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SZ7jGNem06I/AAAAAAAAAKc/eESJwrvW4SE/s320/IMG00068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PINEAPPLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's worth the shot, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I lurve fruit and trying to eat healthier anyway. Makes for a great snack. Nom nom nom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-8284252785947947695?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8284252785947947695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=8284252785947947695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8284252785947947695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/8284252785947947695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-im-eating.html' title='Guess what I&apos;m eating?'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SZ7jGNem06I/AAAAAAAAAKc/eESJwrvW4SE/s72-c/IMG00068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-1054108030554407150</id><published>2009-02-20T10:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:31:32.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Curbing the fever...</title><content type='html'>I'm so going to the hospital today--one of my best friends from school's little sis just had her baby this morning! She went in at 1am to be induced and popped out baby Adalyn at 8:38am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so close to the whole family from 3rd grade until we graduated HS. Sadly, we went our separate ways in college, but now we've started getting to know each other again. Her and her DH were the ones we went to dinner with a few weeks ago that I posted about. Anyway, her lil sis was always like my sister, since I'm an only child, so I'm so excited for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can steal a pic to post later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-1054108030554407150?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1054108030554407150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=1054108030554407150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1054108030554407150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1054108030554407150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/curbing-fever.html' title='Curbing the fever...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-7310684602965713087</id><published>2009-02-14T15:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:45:16.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" height="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" height="250" valign="top" background="" width="100%" unselectable="off"&gt;Still out of town visiting DH during the O time and conveniently V Day. Waiting for him to get back to the hotel from work today, bored out of my everloving mind, in the skimpies for a SURPRISE attack....which will not be so spontaneous since he will come in and then need to shower since he reeks after work. Picked up some rose petals to add a lil spice. I'm a dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302772003330682114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SZc7Cq9pbQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4jfhi1TmLXQ/s320/IMG00065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very tempting to open my gift since it's in 2 bags sitting right in front of me for the past couple of days. Can you tell what it is? I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302771452073326226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SZc6ilXptpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jSowqJDZjVU/s320/IMG00064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just got him some candy and a couple of DVDs. We're trying to save moola for future spawn. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, don't be surprised if I write yet another blog today since I'm so incredibly bored. Leaving here tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-7310684602965713087?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7310684602965713087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=7310684602965713087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7310684602965713087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/7310684602965713087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SZc7Cq9pbQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4jfhi1TmLXQ/s72-c/IMG00065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3684986617089817676</id><published>2009-02-14T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:45:32.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>So, TTCing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" height="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" height="250" valign="top" background="" width="100%" unselectable="off"&gt;With a few nights under our belt.....It's very strange to be going your whole sexually-active life of condoms, BCP and pull 'n pray to actually trying to get pg. Makes for an odd realization mid-romp.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3684986617089817676?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3684986617089817676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3684986617089817676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3684986617089817676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3684986617089817676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-ttcing.html' title='So, TTCing...'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3898688201220383941</id><published>2009-02-08T19:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:08:19.848-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>I'm so nervous today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous that this week we'll actually be TTCing. I mean, it's actually come to fruition. We've waited 2 years to even &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous because we only have a window until July to conceive this year because of work. There's a great possibility that it won't happen in the 6 months. My patience may not make it another year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm nervous that I haven't spent enough time charting, etc to be as best prepared for the long TTC haul. &lt;/p&gt;I'm nervous that this year we &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;could&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excitement is masked by my anxiety. Trust me--there's plenty of excitement there! But, I'm totally not looking forward to the 2ww. And yet, there I go again babbling about TTC when we haven't even completed the first cycle yet. This should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this should be a good time to mention I am OCD about many areas in my life! Joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3898688201220383941?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3898688201220383941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3898688201220383941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3898688201220383941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3898688201220383941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-4821836678408616813</id><published>2009-02-03T08:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:24:46.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteer'/><title type='text'>My Turn Day</title><content type='html'>Stop talking. Start doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A syndicated radio show that I listen to has started this campaign on volunteerism. February 10th they are calling for everyone to just announce what they are doing by your media sources (MySpace, Facebook, blog, etc). It can be big or small, just do something...an hour's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myturnday.com/home/"&gt;http://myturnday.com/home/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need help with a volunteer move? Try this site: &lt;a href="http://www.volunteermatch.org/"&gt;http://www.volunteermatch.org/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing! You'll hear it on the 10th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-4821836678408616813?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4821836678408616813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=4821836678408616813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4821836678408616813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4821836678408616813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-turn-day.html' title='My Turn Day'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5710169721751757285</id><published>2009-02-02T09:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:48:33.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>CD1</title><content type='html'>This means we're officially TTC this cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5710169721751757285?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5710169721751757285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5710169721751757285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5710169721751757285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5710169721751757285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/cd1.html' title='CD1'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-438452179303177796</id><published>2009-01-31T12:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:27:48.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Long and random</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an awesome day on many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to use a gift certificate for a massage that my mom bought for me for Christmas 2007. I assumed it was a half hour one and was pleasantly surprised when the masseuse started rubbing on my legs. Although, I have not shaved in a couple weeks probably since it's been so cold. So she was in for a little treat! And my butt got some love. Instead of the normal poking/pushing, it got full-palm groping. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this extra half hour made us late for dinner with my longtime childhood friend who is 15 wks pg and her husband. They got married 2 weeks before us so we caught up on the times and shared wedding pics. I had many glances from DH when she'd do something in reference to her pregnancy or talk about something pg-related. I can tell he's really anxious and ready to get to trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we met up with DH's crazy ass sister and her crazy ass friend to go out. They came in from OOT because both of their husbands are on a bachelor party in Vegas. Did I mention they're crazy? Well, yeah the night was wild and we got some good pics! They're sending them to me later. We went barhopping with them and my cousins and their friends. Much fun! DH and I celebrated silently what MAY be my last night out, drinking. ::fingers crossed:: He leaves for his work turnaround tomorrow and will be gone until March. I probably will be a bump on a log until he gets home; aside from V Day weekend that I'm going up to visit him. This is also the weekend I'll be ovulating so we'll have good timing on that one, hopefully. I drank too much. Stunk outrageously when I woke up this morning. But fortunately I'm not hungover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we're getting a new hot water heater since ours is crap and is now soaking my many pairs of shoes in our closet. Don't ask why someone would put a water heater in the closet. I'm just glad to have regularly scheduled hot water and dry shoes. Little joys in life I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is getting to be a novel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-438452179303177796?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/438452179303177796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=438452179303177796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/438452179303177796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/438452179303177796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-and-random.html' title='Long and random'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-4872659122722077102</id><published>2009-01-26T08:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:03:14.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childcare'/><title type='text'>My mom, our sitter apparentally</title><content type='html'>So my mom called me last Wednesday to tell me she's quitting her job on Thursday. She took off Friday anyway to help with the garage sale (see previous post). She said she was tired of the constant mental harassment from her boss and yada yada yada. She's been working there for 17 years, ever since my parents got divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ends the conversation with "So I'm taking a while off, if I go back to working at all. I'm not sure if I want to work, part-time or full-time. And now would be a great time to have a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't totally disagree with her point on her being out of work means she could watch the future spawn, but she's out of work NOW. Even if we were to get PG like yesterday it'd still be 9 months from now. Ah, silly moms. I'll be sure to tell the ute to speed up the process because future spawn's grandmother is out of work to watch le bebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic at its finest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-4872659122722077102?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4872659122722077102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=4872659122722077102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4872659122722077102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/4872659122722077102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-mom-our-sitter-apparentally.html' title='My mom, our sitter apparentally'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2762608375663235437</id><published>2009-01-26T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:27:57.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Garage sale SCORE!!!</title><content type='html'>We had a garage sale at my cousin's house Friday and Saturday. It was 4 families. We totalled almost $2,000! DH and I collected about $330. I'm so excited! All that for crap that was laying around the house, not getting used. We're putting it in our baby fund!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2762608375663235437?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2762608375663235437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2762608375663235437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2762608375663235437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2762608375663235437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/01/garage-sale-score.html' title='Garage sale SCORE!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3748793486648420018</id><published>2009-01-20T23:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:53:26.607-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OPKs'/><title type='text'>We have + OPK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since we'll start TTC next month I decided to try and confirm O this cycle. Well here at CD 16, I got a + OPK and the ovulation pains to prove it! Woot woot! Yes, I admit I'm an OPK virgin.  At least it's preparing me for POAS. Oooohhhh the addiction to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293620116637730642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SXa3cwQNx1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0tPAhMwMT-g/s320/%2BOPK+1.20.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3748793486648420018?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3748793486648420018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3748793486648420018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3748793486648420018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3748793486648420018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-have-opk.html' title='We have + OPK!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SXa3cwQNx1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0tPAhMwMT-g/s72-c/%2BOPK+1.20.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5510685100823458651</id><published>2009-01-20T23:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:45:38.294-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pup'/><title type='text'>My sleeping bebe</title><content type='html'>Isn't he the cutest?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SXa2O2O8-MI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zh0kuiwOXLo/s1600-h/Sleepy+Tober.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293618778213251266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SXa2O2O8-MI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zh0kuiwOXLo/s320/Sleepy+Tober.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5510685100823458651?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5510685100823458651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5510685100823458651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5510685100823458651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5510685100823458651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sleeping-bebe.html' title='My sleeping bebe'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SXa2O2O8-MI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zh0kuiwOXLo/s72-c/Sleepy+Tober.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3311611646804671871</id><published>2009-01-19T08:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:05:44.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HPTs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OPKs'/><title type='text'>Stocking up!</title><content type='html'>In preparation for all the baby-making that will take place next month, I just ordered some HPTs and OPKs from &lt;a href="http://www.early-pregnancy-tests.com/"&gt;www.early-pregnancy-tests.com&lt;/a&gt;. I'm *hoping* we won't have to use as many as I bought, but you know how that goes! Also, the past couple of months I've noticed my CM wasn't as abundant as it used to be so I went ahead and ordered some PreSeed so that should be fun! lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ovulated this weekend. DH tried to persuade me into "trying" this month. He almost won, but I'm trying to do the responsible thing. He wanted to leave it up to chance but just in case we do get pg on the first cycle, I want to start next month. If we did get pg this cycle my due date would be the week of my BFF's wedding and I'm the MOH. I don't want to risk not being there for her or missing her big day. So February it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3311611646804671871?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3311611646804671871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3311611646804671871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3311611646804671871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3311611646804671871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/01/stocking-up.html' title='Stocking up!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-5142362517291576399</id><published>2009-01-12T21:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:06:30.442-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Getting in shape</title><content type='html'>So I guess I better get off my ass and try to lose a few pounds. I've been pretty busy so it's hard to get to the gym. The Wii and Wii Fit only do so much. So I think I'm going to start Weight Watchers again, but on my own. Last time I did it online and I think I can do that on my own and not spend the $15/mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured out my points allowance. Bookmarked a calculator. We're good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, FUN! ::eyeroll::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must begin to think of yourself as becoming the person you want to be. --David Viscott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-5142362517291576399?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5142362517291576399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=5142362517291576399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5142362517291576399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/5142362517291576399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-in-shape.html' title='Getting in shape'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-6441714846553453549</id><published>2009-01-11T15:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:43:05.225-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organization'/><title type='text'>Getting Organized!</title><content type='html'>So we're starting the year off by getting organized. The house is in such disarray from the holidays, the wedding and everything! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First off: the guest bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closet is first! We had a cluster eff of a guest bedroom closet where we store some off-season clothes and misc crap. We got one of the Rubbermaid Configurations system (I asked for it for Christmas!). There's a bottom shelf that's adjustable. Shoe bag hanger thing is on door for my extra shoes, because I have a million pair! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290153724768346946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SWpmyMQG40I/AAAAAAAAAJc/fXGqP4YpJDc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We also put a shelf hangy thing in there because I have a bunch of t-shirts that are overflowing our dresser so I'll probably throw some of them in there too. I'm so excited. We still have like 5 big things to work on for organizing the house. I guess it's an early Spring Cleaning! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290154008982485698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SWpnCvCCesI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eY0qumO5iRM/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2000555960539335421-6441714846553453549?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6441714846553453549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=6441714846553453549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6441714846553453549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/6441714846553453549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-organized.html' title='Getting Organized!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SWpmyMQG40I/AAAAAAAAAJc/fXGqP4YpJDc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2004279776972503966</id><published>2009-01-04T18:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:24:50.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>Last TTA Cycle!</title><content type='html'>Today I sit here cramping, miserable, yet so excited! This is our last cycle TTA, until July should we not get pregnant before then. It's very exciting and scary thinking that soon we &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; become pg. So, I guess I'm looking forward to this week and month being over so that we can officially kick off our TTC journey. It'll most certainly be a new experience TTC! Hopefully I can shed a few more pounds this and next month just to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next month...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2004279776972503966?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2004279776972503966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2004279776972503966&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2004279776972503966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2004279776972503966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-tta-cycle.html' title='Last TTA Cycle!'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3822560129526215957</id><published>2008-12-27T23:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:21:47.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>The itch</title><content type='html'>So since we're back on track to start TTC in February I can't help but be completely engulfed in everything baby-related. It's sad really. Everytime I go to the store, I want to buy something. Part of me is absolute excitement. The other part is due to the planner in me. I figure I should buy something here and there thinking it'll be less to buy all at once. Sometimes I do. I know it's bad but I really just can't help it. I don't believe it will 'curse' us not to have children. I don't think one has to do with the other. If it really came down to it, then we would adopt. It would happen one day, either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. I need to get back on track with charting. I got off doing it for 2 months when we were thinking about waiting longer to save more money. Not so much looking forward to that. But I will gladly do that in hopes of getting our family sooner! So ONE MORE MONTH....the countdown begins. I'm feeling the itch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3822560129526215957?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3822560129526215957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3822560129526215957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3822560129526215957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3822560129526215957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2008/12/itch.html' title='The itch'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-2412873021597148735</id><published>2008-12-25T20:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:44:42.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is almost over now but I wanted to wish a Merry Christmas to all! Here's to hoping this is our last Christmas alone and that we either have a little one in our arms or in the oven next year! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas Eve at my aunt's house that was obviously the topic for discussion. My aunt got all glossy-eyed as the kids opened their gifts, looked at me and said "I wonder if there will be another baby to join us next year." Yes, we'll soon be working on it, but I certainly don't need the pressure-cooker conversations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-2412873021597148735?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2412873021597148735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=2412873021597148735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2412873021597148735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/2412873021597148735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-1207265595408414011</id><published>2008-12-16T14:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:22:48.828-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhaustion'/><title type='text'>Tired beyond words</title><content type='html'>I slept maybe 20 minutes last night, well this morning while watching a TiVo'd "Bringing Home Baby" waiting on my hair to dry. That's right. I stayed up all night. Partying? No. Studying? No. Playing strip poker? No. Working. Yep, working. I worked late at the office then to only work the entire night at home because I'm on a deadline. Totally blows. I didn't think I'd make it through work today and as the day progresses I think I'm so tired that I'm not. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one breath I could totally curl up in the fetal position on my boss's couch in her office and sleep for days. And in the next I spent almost 2 hours at the mall on my lunch break Christmas shopping. Happy as can be! I can't wait until 4:30 though because I'm going home, project completed or not. Eff this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-1207265595408414011?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1207265595408414011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=1207265595408414011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1207265595408414011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/1207265595408414011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired-beyond-words.html' title='Tired beyond words'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000555960539335421.post-3536513505404705940</id><published>2008-12-15T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:04:10.578-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>So this is my first entry on this blog. I had a rather neglected blog for wedding planning where I posted DIY projects, etc, but I really wanted to get back into blogging after reading many of the blogs on BOTB. They seem to be a great outlet for thoughts, happenings and vents. I most certainly can use that! So here it goes. A look into my life. Get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000555960539335421-3536513505404705940?l=thepinktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3536513505404705940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000555960539335421&amp;postID=3536513505404705940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3536513505404705940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000555960539335421/posts/default/3536513505404705940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinktales.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Mrs. Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15001595101410006415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NfBpmbOnvA/SUdOAN5uNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ignoI8LF7RM/S220/Toby+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
