<?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-4102428970337329939</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:28:27.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phelps Clan</title><subtitle type='html'>Our family is all over the United States so I decided to set this up to keep everyone updated.
Faith Anna Phelps was called Kidd until we found out she was a girl.  We are so excited that God is allowing us this opportunity to raise His daughter. Please pray for us as He takes us along this journey.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-3363594116764565572</id><published>2010-01-18T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:00:52.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><content type='html'>Faith has started to pick up little words here and there. Bubbles is the funeest one. She is so cute when she says it. Cracker and cookie are pretty easy for her too. It is so exciting to see her develop and experience so many new things every day. She is always exploring and testing. Her abilities amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh is the best though. She has always had a great laugh, but now it is very purposeful. She knows what she likes and doesn't like for sure, and she loves to play and laugh. The time is going by so fast. I know it will just pick up speed, and I don't want it to. I don't want to miss a thing. I don't want to miss a single moment of her life. I just love her so much. She is the best gift I have ever received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-3363594116764565572?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/3363594116764565572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=3363594116764565572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3363594116764565572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3363594116764565572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-9113755867511206156</id><published>2009-09-08T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:17:26.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SqaRkLDRfPI/AAAAAAAACaQ/nx5N-RIFmZo/s1600-h/IMG_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SqaRkLDRfPI/AAAAAAAACaQ/nx5N-RIFmZo/s320/IMG_3022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379146855568473330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is now almost 16 months. This morning I found her trying to put on my flip flops. They were a little hard for her to manuever so I gave her my house shoes and she stepped into them with no problem. Later I found her in her room trying to put on a sock she had taken out of the laundry basket. She is no longer a baby, she is definitely a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed by her everyday. Her laugh is so infections. I think it could be a cure for depression! =)She laughs at everything, and most of all herself. She can stand in the middle of a room, a hall, a driveway, anwhere and just twirl and laugh so hard she falls down. They say laughter is the best medicine. I believe that her laughter is the best medicine. It sure helps me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-9113755867511206156?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/9113755867511206156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=9113755867511206156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/9113755867511206156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/9113755867511206156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SqaRkLDRfPI/AAAAAAAACaQ/nx5N-RIFmZo/s72-c/IMG_3022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-7299841422134298910</id><published>2009-04-30T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:19:57.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been 5 months??? Where does the time go</title><content type='html'>I can not believe that it has been 5 months since I last wrote. The sure has flown. Watching Faith grow has been the most incredible experience. I could not imagine putting her in day care to spend my days in a menial job with people who truly could care less about my family. I cannot imagine leaving Faith with people who could truly care less about her well being. Not to say that all day care workers are like that. My sister was an excellent caretaker. But she also saw a lot of things that most parents don't know about. I am so thankful that God has directed Mike and I to live on one income. That he has given us the strength to give up the luxeries that we were used in exchange for the luxeries that Faith has provided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is exactly where I hoped it would be at 30. I am a stay at home mom with an amazing daughter that keeps me smiling all day long. Mike (though I agreed to not talk about him on the web I think this is ok to say) is such a great dad. He loves to play with her and make her laugh. His #1 thought every day is her well being. He works so hard to make sure that we are able to raise her without the use of a sitter or day care. She adores him so much and laughs everytime he comes home from the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will turn 1 year old in 21 days. She is almost walking, just needs to build the confidence to let go. She mimics talking on the phone, loves to wrestle with her toys, or tackle Jeremiah or shadow. She loves Nicolas so much. There are days when she is tired and won't crack a smile, but Nic can always make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I just don't know how else I can sum her up but amazing. She is my happy thought when I am down. I will be better about writing. I am going to put it in my to do list so that I don't lose track of time again. Yes, for you who truly know me, I am actually getting organized! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-7299841422134298910?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/7299841422134298910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=7299841422134298910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/7299841422134298910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/7299841422134298910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-5-months-where-does-time-go.html' title='it&apos;s been 5 months??? Where does the time go'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-6424514790554760085</id><published>2008-11-01T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:46:34.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solids &amp; Teething</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SQyV9GFn36I/AAAAAAAABIQ/L5Mow96wizU/s1600-h/station+visit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SQyV9GFn36I/AAAAAAAABIQ/L5Mow96wizU/s320/station+visit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263746941328023458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started Faith on solids a few weeks ago. Banana's, apples, avacodos &amp; now she's on carrots. Carrots are the first spoon fed solids though. Everything else has been through a little mesh feeder thingy that I bought at toy's r us. She loves food that's for sure. She sees me with her spoon and starts going nuts. I'm going to do sweet potatoes next week. Hopefully she'll get some meat on her bones. She's 5mos and just now growing out of 3mo clothing. She only fits in 3-6mo right now. So...at 7 mos (Christmas) will she fit into 6mo clothing??? Christmas is going to be so much fun with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks I have had the hunch that Faith has been teething. This morning my hunch was confirmed. I looked into her mouth and saw 2 little white specks shinning back at me. My little baby girl is getting teeth!!! Part of me is so excited, but the other part of me is almost sad. Is she still going to have the cute baby face? What about her smile. The toothless grin is so captivating...how are teeth going to affect that. She'll still be gorgeous of course. There's no question about that! LOL!!!! Can you tell I'm a proud momma! My house is a wreck of course. Since she has been so fussy and what not I have not gotten a thing done. It wouldn't be so bad if Mike were on his regular schedule, but he has been home all week so I have had to cook every day too. Oh well, time to go clean now that Faith is napping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...when do I get my nap!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-6424514790554760085?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/6424514790554760085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=6424514790554760085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/6424514790554760085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/6424514790554760085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/11/solids-teething.html' title='Solids &amp; Teething'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SQyV9GFn36I/AAAAAAAABIQ/L5Mow96wizU/s72-c/station+visit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-4476848886520037210</id><published>2008-10-05T07:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:55:47.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith- 4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SOirMmi-kNI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PpoHzyZrAac/s1600-h/TOES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SOirMmi-kNI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PpoHzyZrAac/s320/TOES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253637198321717458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am sorry that I havn't been very good about sending pics of Faith. I get so distracted by how amazingly cute she is. Every day I am more amazed by Gods creation and how such a little person could affect me in such big ways.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We just finished two wonderful weeks with Grandma &amp; Papa (too short if you ask me) and a quick visit from Ashley (also too short). Papa &amp; Grandma were out for my dads 60th. This was the first time I was able to spend a lot of time with them as I am not working. Well, I am working harder than I ever have before, but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okay so Faith has rolled over a few times in her crib. The little stinker of course waits until we are not in the room to do so, but she does it none the less. At her 4 mo appt she measured 25" long and 11lbs 13oz. Long and lean, can't argue with that! Her toes and tongue are her favorite body parts right now and she is able to spend more and more time each day entertaining herself, but her favorite place to hang out is in the sling that Aunt Kathy gave me (thank you so much!!! It's been a real life (and time) saver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She becomes more aware of the world around her with every passing day. Shadow is a new interest. Just this past week she has started watching her. Shadow is very cute with her and constantly lays next to her, and walks into her room to "Check" on her when she's chillin in the crib. If Faith is crying and I am in another room Shadow will run into the room and get my attention then turn around and lead me to wherever she is crying. I am still not comfortable with leaving her in the room alone with Faith. She's a great dog, but she's still a dog so we're pretty careful about that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She is "talking" so much. Mike was home with her while I worked at the Opera house last night and said he was teaching her how to roar and she mimicked. If I could just get him to use the video camera!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, I know all you really want to see is pics. She is the cutest girl in the world by looks and spirit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I attached one, but to avoid using all your email storage space here's a link to the rest of our pics.&lt;br /&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/ImKita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-4476848886520037210?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/4476848886520037210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=4476848886520037210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/4476848886520037210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/4476848886520037210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith-4-months.html' title='Faith- 4 months'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SOirMmi-kNI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PpoHzyZrAac/s72-c/TOES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-3390595812925492303</id><published>2008-08-27T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:13:50.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Article on Measles outbreak</title><content type='html'>Ok, so many of you have heard about Measles outbreaks across the nation. I have read several articles on the topic, and they are rediculously biased. Not that I am surprised as it is the media. Anyway ALL of the articles make a coment about nearly half of those with measles did not get the immunization. Ok...so read that again and slower... NEARLY half. Which means that MORE than half of those with the measles DID get the shot, yet STILL got the measles and are spreading it. Yet the tone of the articles are on the irrisponsibilities of parents that do not vaccinate. It kills me how the media can still twist the facts of a story by using specific wording to make it sound like they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each parent is right in whatever they decide to do regarding vaccines. I would never tell someone that it's wrong to vaccinate. The only thing that I believe to be wrong is making blind parenting choices based on what one is "supposed" to do. Again I say, Parent with purpose!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-3390595812925492303?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/3390595812925492303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=3390595812925492303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3390595812925492303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3390595812925492303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/08/article-on-measles-outbreak.html' title='Article on Measles outbreak'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-1836280120688524465</id><published>2008-08-24T05:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:04:49.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing</title><content type='html'>I witness a consistently disturbing practice every day. It happens in every city in every state, and in many more countries than just ours. It isn't gross. It's not unlawful. But to me it is very disturbing. That is parenting by chance not purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people become parents and choose not to train or discipline their children. Fits no longer bring on discipline, but equal reward. Parents yell and scream at their children instead of providing correction and direction. There are no longer consequences for bad behavior. I fear for society more and more with each generation of whiners that is created. I fear what is to come as disciplne is now shunned in our society and children are being given what they want, and parents have no follow through with their discipline tactics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to bring back the paddles and switches if you ask me. Allow teachers to discipline, and parents to spank. It never did the past generations any harm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-1836280120688524465?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/1836280120688524465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=1836280120688524465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/1836280120688524465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/1836280120688524465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/08/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-4643312459911645251</id><published>2008-08-12T17:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:36:19.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little correction is healthy</title><content type='html'>So, I have suffered from foot in mouth disease a lot lately. I am a bit hot headed as most of you know, and certainly have a problem with correction (I am working on that). I have offended a friend, though I am not sure who she is, that was just trying to give me a little direction in my response to things and immediately shot out a post that was meant for them. Thankfully this weighed on my heart enough that I went back and changed the post. So, to Mrs. Anonymous (or I guess there's a chance it could be a Mr. but I think I know who it is, and she's definitely a Mrs.) I am sorry for my reaction, and I apreciate your words and correction. I will heed them and try to be more careful in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here is the problem though. This is how I ALWAYS react to correction, advice, constructive critisizm, anything that isn't saying I am perfect. How sad is that! But I always, after reacting poorly, think about what was said and often what that person said was true, and helpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It affects every aspect of my life, and all I really know to do is pray that God will change my heart and mind. But I think He needs me to do the work so that I learn from it. This brings me to you. So, how do I fix this? I am seriously asking for help and advice. Do any of you suffer from this foot in mouth disease? How have you worked through it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-4643312459911645251?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/4643312459911645251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=4643312459911645251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/4643312459911645251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/4643312459911645251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-correction-is-healthy.html' title='A little correction is healthy'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-770403617940834395</id><published>2008-08-08T12:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:23:19.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Diapering</title><content type='html'>So, it is always interesting to see what I will find in a restroom when I go to change Faith's diaper. Many of you moms can sympathize. Katie, I have no clue how you do it with twins, more power to you sister girl!!!! Well, I had such a...well.....hmm.... yeah.....ummm... experience in a restaurant bathroom, that I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start this all by saying that I started the evening out with switching to a new diaper bag....something that should have been simple...though had I remembered the bottom pocket that held the wipes I wouldn't be telling this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Faith had used her potty (had a BM) that morning so I pretty much knew I was clear for the evening just having to deal with wet diapers if that. We got to the restaurant and Faith started fussing. I figured she was wet so I went to the bathroom to change her diaper....only find out there wasn't a changing station, nor a place to use as one. Normally I would put the pad on the floor, but it was a 2 person bathroom and someone was using one of the stalls. So...I waited until they left. Then I had the brilliant idea to put my bag in the sink and cover it with the pad to make somewhat of a flat surface. it worked okay, but Faith wasn't thrilled as it was a corner sink so VERY cramped. So I take her diaper off and notice there is a little bit of poop that I needed to clean up....wipes...where are my wipes...I just need one wipe....CRAP they're at home. I guess I'll use TP. So I pick Faith up and walk over and take care of that then walk back to the makeshift changing station. As you know I practice EC which teaches them to wait for the cue to eliminate, Well.....the way I was carrying her is pretty much the same position that I hold her in over the potty....and I made the mistake of saying "potty" which triggered a Pavlov's response. Yup...you guessed it. She peed on my new bag, the counter, the floor and my leg. All this time she is crying and Mike's family is waiting at the table for me as our dinners had been delivered. So....then I had to clean up her pee while holding her and not dropping anything (including her) on the ground... It was quite comical. I was laughing pretty much the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you can bet I will try and never forget the wipes again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-770403617940834395?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/770403617940834395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=770403617940834395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/770403617940834395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/770403617940834395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/08/adventures-in-diapering_08.html' title='Adventures in Diapering'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-2763038511148241131</id><published>2008-07-31T06:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:38:17.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest</title><content type='html'>I am a big fan of baby wearing. I don't keep her in tow 100% of the time because I like her to still have some independence, but baby wearing has certainly saved me when she is gowing through a clingy fussy time. Here is a link to a contest I thought I'd share with those of you that also are interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alongfortheride.biz/contest-s/49.htm"&gt;Win the Essential Babywearing Stash from Along for the Ride (one Beco Butterfly, one Hotsling baby pouch, one BabyHawk Mei Tai, one Zolowear Ring Sling, and one Gypsy Mama Wrap)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-2763038511148241131?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/2763038511148241131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=2763038511148241131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2763038511148241131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2763038511148241131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/07/contest.html' title='Contest'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-6084305806947541978</id><published>2008-07-16T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:18:06.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EC (Elimination Communication)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SH655kR8fgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/X4tnCr7Z_Lo/s1600-h/Faith+on+the+potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SH655kR8fgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/X4tnCr7Z_Lo/s320/Faith+on+the+potty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223817016438980098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EC (Elimination Communication) is the practice of learning your baby's ques that are given when there is an elimination need. It is not a new practice, as it has been practiced in countries such as Africa and Asia for centuries. It is only new to our culture. In our society of disposable everything and hurry up and wait mentality the art of parenting has been forsaken. Parents let their children get away with throwing tantrums, and being lazy, and becoming spoiled brats. There are so many things that our society and gleen from other cultures that would make our lives, and the lives of our children, better. This is just one of those as it would reduce the need for rubbing chemicals on our babies (diaper rash cream) and reduce waste (disposables) as well as save us time (washing cloth diapers and changing diapers in general).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will first admit that I do not practice EC full time. Part because of my running around too much, and part because up to a certain point Faith couldn't hold her head up by herself which made that difficult in itself. Well, I can proudly say that I have been able to read her signs, and get her used to it enough that every time I place her on the potty she pees and when I wake her up from her noon nap she poops (her normal elimination time every other day). I don't catch every thing of course as I am only doing it part time; but I have to tell you that no messy diapers is a blessing especially since I use cloth prefolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she fussed a bit when I held her over our toilet, or placed her on her Baby Bjorn potty (babies'R'us $10), but it didn't take her very long to get used to what I was doing and why I was doing it. I hardly have to make the Pssss sound anymore. I hope to start being more dedicated now that she is getting bigger, and especially once she's able to sit on it by herself. For now, I put her on the potty each time she wakes up. She is 8 weeks old today and I think it's just a matter of time before she starts waiting for the potty to go potty as she hates sitting in a wet diaper for too long and sometimes not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book Diaper Free Baby by Christine Gross-Loh is great.  Please feel free to email me if you have any questions. imkita@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below I have listed a few websites that I also found useful in case you are interested. Now, I am not advocating everything on all of the websites listed. They just happened to have information about EC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.naturalbirthandbabycare.com/elimination-communication.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kellymom.com/parenting/infantpottytraining.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tribalbaby.org/ECindex.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.timl.com/ipt/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/freetoec/mythologyreality.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.natural-wisdom.com/nihgentlealternative.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-6084305806947541978?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/6084305806947541978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=6084305806947541978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/6084305806947541978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/6084305806947541978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/07/ec-elimination-communication.html' title='EC (Elimination Communication)'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SH655kR8fgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/X4tnCr7Z_Lo/s72-c/Faith+on+the+potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-3659182764435044025</id><published>2008-06-24T23:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:53:13.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is the cutest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SGG_ihx2Q-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/oHlqxLfWizA/s1600-h/June08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SGG_ihx2Q-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/oHlqxLfWizA/s320/June08+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215660443375649762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that every parent THINKS that their child is the cutest, but mine really is! :) I have always loved talking to new moms because of the infatuation that is held for this new person that has taken over their lives. Well, I am no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is amazing. She is getting chunkier by the minute and has completely stolen our hearts. There isn't anything that could have prepared me for how I feel with her sleeping on my chest, or watching her eat. I think watching her eat is the best. There is such an amazing bond that I feel with her when I know that God designed my body to care for this being in totality. She is such a veracious eater too. Her eyes get really big and her mouth starts moving before I even get her latched on. Oh, she is so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 5 weeks old now, and has entered into the fussy infant stage. It is interesting though, as really most of the time I can figure out what her need is based on the type of cry. I never thought about infants actually communicating, just crying. Boy was I wrong. I love knowing how to satisfy her needs based on her communication with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been sleeping well since day one (5-6 hours at night) and is starting to be more alert during the day. She's holding her head up now and smiling in response to people. Mainly Mike and my Dad. She loves the men in her life for sure. She adores Mike and just stares at him whenever he's holding her. There's nothing like a father/daughter bond...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully I will be able to keep this updated more often now that I am getting the hang of motherhood and housekeeping! I hope to start posting every Monday or Tuesday morning. We'll see how well I can stick to that though. Oh, I posted a link to my Public Photo album under the "Links of My Life" in case you wanted to see more. http://picasaweb.google.com/ImKita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-3659182764435044025?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/3659182764435044025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=3659182764435044025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3659182764435044025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3659182764435044025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-baby-is-cutest.html' title='My baby is the cutest'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SGG_ihx2Q-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/oHlqxLfWizA/s72-c/June08+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-3994093318668036294</id><published>2008-05-27T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:39:03.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Anna Phelps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SDx7RVTWWBI/AAAAAAAAATE/BnqXgp_Z_Kw/s1600-h/May2108+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SDx7RVTWWBI/AAAAAAAAATE/BnqXgp_Z_Kw/s320/May2108+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205170807039744018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcomed Faith Anna Phelps into the world at 11:35pm on Wednesday, May 21st. She weight 7lbs, 7oz and was 20.5" long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into Labor on Wed. AM having the first contraction at around 6:30 (as Mike was pulling out of the driveway to go to work). Since I didn't know how long it was going to be I just told him to go and that I'd call him when he needed to come home. The Contractions quickly went from 10min apart and 1min long to 5min apart and 2min long. At 9:30 Mike came home and at 10:30 we went to the hospital to get monitored for a little bit as Rachel wanted to see how Faith was handling the contractions. I was only 3cm dilated, but decided to just stay checked in since they had a jacuzzi tub. At 2:30 I was at 4cm and 6:30 I was complete at 10cm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my labor stalled then and my contractions started getting further apart. I never got the "pushing" contractions that everyone talks about, where I would have gotten relief by pushing. We couldn't figure why I wasn't progressing and by 10:30pm Rachel told me that if she didn't come out soon I would have to have pitocin (which would probably lead to an epidural and c-sec if it went too long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I truly desired an all natural birth I didn't want that to happen. At a bit past 11 Rachel gave me my final chance before she intervened. Since my contractions were 8 min. apart I didn't really have a choice and I had to push her out on my own without any contractions. The cord was wrapped around her neck twice and we think that was what was holding her back, and the fact that her nose what hitting on my pelvic bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was an amazing labor coach and gave me an amazing pep talk when it came down to the wire. I couldn't have done it without him. My mom and Sister were able to be there too. There presence was a comfort even though they stayed in the background. Our Doula, Audra, really helped out a lot with the little things and positioning. It was so nice to have some guidance through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it was painful, but totally worth it. Next time I want a water birth at the midwifery center though. I had a happy healthy baby who was beautiful from the start! Sometimes I just sit here and cry over this blessing that God has bestowed upon us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-3994093318668036294?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/3994093318668036294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=3994093318668036294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3994093318668036294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3994093318668036294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/05/faith-anna-phelps.html' title='Faith Anna Phelps'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/SDx7RVTWWBI/AAAAAAAAATE/BnqXgp_Z_Kw/s72-c/May2108+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-2204584370124822576</id><published>2008-05-07T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:54:26.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Safe email accts.</title><content type='html'>I just helped my sister set up a safe email account for my nephew. It's through Gmail and only emails from people on the approved list get through. All others get automatically forwarded to her. Since a lot of my friends kids are old enough to be on the computer and communicating through email I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;After creating an account for your child, giving them the choice of the address, add people to your child's contact list.&lt;br /&gt;then do settings --&gt; filters --&gt; create new filter &lt;br /&gt;in there fill in these blanks: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to:&lt;/strong&gt; your childs email address &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't have:&lt;/strong&gt; list peoples email addresses that you allow them to get email from UNMONITORED (here is where you type in the addresses to yourself, family memebers and kids that she/he is best friends with.) put OR between them so &lt;strong&gt;it looks like this&lt;/strong&gt; : grandma@grandma.com OR mommy@mommy.com OR bstfriend@bestfriend.com OR bestfriend2@bestfriend.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go to&lt;strong&gt; "next step": &lt;/strong&gt;(If an error code shows up just keep retrying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;check all of these: &lt;/strong&gt;(These three steps set the commant that any email sent to the childs adress will skip the inbox, be forwarded to your email address and deleted from their acct completely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip the Inbox (Archive it) &lt;br /&gt;Forward it to: youremail@youremail.com &lt;br /&gt;Delete it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will send YOU all the email that is not approved. You child will never get a Viagra ad or an email from a stranger. Their spam folder will always remain empty. If you get something that you want them to see you can forward it to them from you instead if it showing from the original sender. You can always add more approved people later.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Optional and very helpful:&lt;/strong&gt; and in the quick Contacts list you can run your mouse over the name and it gives an option to "change picture" I have pictures of her friends in there so she is sure she is emailing the right person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great way for children to practice language skills, spelling, sentance structure, communication and typing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-2204584370124822576?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/2204584370124822576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=2204584370124822576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2204584370124822576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2204584370124822576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/05/kid-safe-email-accts.html' title='Kid Safe email accts.'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-8252511533570460604</id><published>2008-04-11T14:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:42:30.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing time</title><content type='html'>Well, I am into the final stretch of this race. I have about 4 weeks left per her due date, but think she might arrive early. I could be wrong though....I did think she was going to be a he! :) For the past week I have been experiencing the wonderful sensations that accompany her dropping. Lower abdominal pressure, discomfort, more frequent bathroom trips, feeling like my pelvis is being ripped apart, you know...the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its exciting. I know that a lot of women have a fear of labor and delivery. I am not sure if it's the unknown that they fear, or the pain they believe is to come, but I have even known a few who are so afraid of it that it keeps them from wanting to bear children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...not so much. I am (brace yourself) actually looking forward to it. I hesitate to say that because of the responses that I get. Women who take it upon themselves to impart their...ahem... "wisdom" (and I use that word very lightly) upon me regarding childbirth. 2 problems I have with this, first being that I didn't ask. Everyone has their own idea and opinion about how they think labor and delivery should proceed and their own desires for their time. It makes no difference to me that you want to get the epidural at the first onset of pain. That is your right and choice. For me...I don't want it. Besides the fact that I want to truly experience what God created our bodies to do...the research that I have done on the matter just supports my decision to not have my child through a haze of medical procedures. Okay...and the second.....darn this pregnancy brain........I'll have to come back to that later as my mind has shifted directions already! :) Oh...now I remember. Secondly, why does it matter to anyone else what I have chosen? My experience is not going to affect anyone outside of Mike, Faith and I. Why do people feel the need to rain on my parade? To influence me negatively? To try and insist that I am crazy??? Oh well, it usually only takes me a second to brush off their comments, as I am very secure in my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I can feel my body preparing to bring Faith into this world I become more anxious every day. I am anxious to hold her in my arms, anxious to see and experience the MANY changes that she will bring into out life. I am anxious to see Mike hold his daughter for the first time. I can't wait to get her in the ridiculously cute clothes that everyone has given her. I am also anxious for her birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I anxious to go through this experience and why have I chosen to be completely free of drugs and medical intervention (other than Rachel catching her during delivery of course)? I guess because I have always lived pretty free of medical involvement in my life as that is how I was raised. My mom always shared with us what a wonderful experience it was to feel her body bringing forth new life, and that God made us to do this. Our bodies were created to have children. God doesn't make mistakes. Every detail and intricacy has a purpose. I just believe, and research supports my belief, that drugs hinder the birth process and actually make it harder on the mom and especially on the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side Note: I don't think that people realize that yes, and epidural takes away YOUR discomfort, but not the baby's. They still feel every contraction. And because drugs hinder your body from doing what it is meant to do in the time it was meant to do it...this means that the baby is experiencing the contractions longer than necessary, which leads to a drop in heart rate, which leads to a C-section. The US has the highest rate of epidurals...and the highest rate of C-sections. That's not just a coincidence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is getting a lot longer than it should because I am just letting myself type and type and type. So I will try and wrap this up. I believe that the pain that is experienced during childbirth is heightened in many women because that is what they expect. I have known and read multiple accounts of women that have experienced truly pain free (not pressure free) and even orgasmic childbirths to know that what is pushed at us by the medical community and Hollywood is not what birth is like for everyone. I believe it to be a lot like life. If you go into something expecting it to be bad...it's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to live my life with a positive outlook, and I am looking at this experience no different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-8252511533570460604?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/8252511533570460604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=8252511533570460604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8252511533570460604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8252511533570460604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/04/nearing-time.html' title='Nearing time'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-846001486966871965</id><published>2008-03-27T03:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T03:35:10.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R-tNGDyn2DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BJI8u9n782c/s1600-h/room+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R-tNGDyn2DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BJI8u9n782c/s320/room+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182320562712074290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R-tNBDyn2CI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_-j5IYLEA6U/s1600-h/room+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R-tNBDyn2CI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_-j5IYLEA6U/s320/room+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182320476812728354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R-tMwzyn2BI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mLJavVfnkpQ/s1600-h/room+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R-tMwzyn2BI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mLJavVfnkpQ/s320/room+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182320197639854098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been working on her room little by little since December. My dear friend Amy Million helped me paint on January 2nd which was really the catylist for completing it so soon. her room was the junk room...I took before pictures, but they aren't pretty, so they will be kept under lock and key until and undisclosed date in the future....probably my death! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still somethings that I need to do (as you can see by the bags and pillows next to the IKEA shelf). I'd like to get those cute wood letters that spell out her name and paint them with some lime green and pink and purple and then hang them from the wall over her crib with ribbon. We also need to do something about the carpet, but that takes money ... and tearing apart her newly finished room!! :)so we'll just have to wait on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a baby shower this weekend with all of my wonderful friends from Virginia...and then my church is actually throwing me one on April 19th. Which I think is so awesome because we just became members last week. We've been going there for 1 year, but wanted to make sure that is where God wanted us before we made the final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't wait to see how her room looks after all is said and done. We are so anxious to meet her, and care for her. The task of parenthood that is before us becomes more real everyday. It seems so silly, but purchasing the changing pad was the item that pulled it all together. It's like the crib and clothes and whatnot were all just there...but the changing pad???? Now that's what makes it a baby's room. I can't wait to organize her diapers, and onsies, and all the little things to care for her health, safety...and insuring her utter cuteness. I get on little organizing spirts, so I can imagine that the clothes and supplies will change location in her room several times before they find their final resting place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to try to fall asleep again. It's 3:30am here. I was REALLY tired and went to bed at 8. So hopefully we can pull in some more ZZZ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that God is blessing you all and revealing His presence to you in the little things throughout your day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-846001486966871965?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/846001486966871965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=846001486966871965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/846001486966871965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/846001486966871965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/03/faiths-room.html' title='Faith&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R-tNGDyn2DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BJI8u9n782c/s72-c/room+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-6136971636941872120</id><published>2008-03-13T10:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:36:17.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no way...You're so small!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R93Y0sxVV-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BapqVEqASVE/s1600-h/March2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R93Y0sxVV-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BapqVEqASVE/s320/March2008+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178533546428815330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I keep hearing when I say I'm 8mos preggers. The grocery store clerk, the random stranger that asks about the baby, the waitress, my friends....it seriously doesn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a few days shy of being 32 weeks pregnant. I still look the same as when I first started to look pregnant at 22 weeks. I plan on buying batteries for my camera tomorrow night to finally take an updated picture. All of the comments that I got were starting to get a little unnerving so at my last appt. I asked Rachel if Faith was growing okay, and if there was anything to be concerned about. She said everything was great and that in response to those comments I should just say that I am one of the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very lucky. Faith is growing, I'm healthy, I've had no complications that a Chiropractic adjustment couldn't fix, and my body is handling pregnancy so well. It amazes me how different everyone is. I feel very blessed and fortunate that God has given me such a great experience. But then on the other hand I feel guilty about it when I am around those that I know have had or are experiencing difficult pregnancies. No one makes me feel guilty; other than the occasional "I hate you" comment that I recieve in jest. But I find myself not giving as much detail about how great things are when I am speaking with particular people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can feel my stomach stretching ad her growing, so I am sure that those "small" comments will cease!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-6136971636941872120?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/6136971636941872120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=6136971636941872120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/6136971636941872120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/6136971636941872120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-no-wayyoure-so-small.html' title='There&apos;s no way...You&apos;re so small!!!'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R93Y0sxVV-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BapqVEqASVE/s72-c/March2008+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-4192337765735107050</id><published>2008-03-05T13:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:46:32.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3D ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R87sXlLoZ1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hT7xJ7KFbjU/s1600-h/FAITH_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R87sXlLoZ1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hT7xJ7KFbjU/s320/FAITH_10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174332911757322066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R87sYFLoZ2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Tauh4H_kJSE/s1600-h/FAITH_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R87sYFLoZ2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Tauh4H_kJSE/s320/FAITH_12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174332920347256674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R87sNlLoZ0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/I_NZeABadcQ/s1600-h/FAITH_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R87sNlLoZ0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/I_NZeABadcQ/s320/FAITH_9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174332739958630210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I got to see a glimpse of our little girl this morning. Here are 3 pictures. She has such a cute little nose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time her face came into view I started to cry a little bit. I just can't believe that I am growing a human in me. It really brings to reality this great sense of responsibility that God has given us. Mike and I have never been parents. We are both selfish human beings that want everything to go our way. How in the world does God expect us to be the kind of Godly examples that he requires of us? And then I am reminded of His grace. He doesn't expect us to be perfect. He knows that we cannot be perfect, as His son is the only Perfect human being to ever step foot on earths soil. What He does expect of us is to live our lives worthy of his calling. If we do that, and raise our children according to His word and will, then we cannot fall too far from that which is required of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 22:6 Train a child in the way he should go, &lt;br /&gt;       and when he is old he will not turn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more every day I become aware of the eternal responsibility that I have as a parent. It is no longer just myself that I need to get to heaven. Now I have a soul that I am responsible for. I must teach her morales. I must teach her respect. I must teach her independence. I must teach her about sin and salvation. I must set an example of what a Godly woman, mom, sister, daughter, and most importantly  Wife looks and acts like. I must teach her how to maintain a house, how to provide for herself and her family. I must teach her when it is okay to get dirty and rough house, and when it is necessary to be girlie (something I have only recently learned myself). I must make sure that she is raised with love and support and somehow teach her how to let God fill that void in her heart, so that she doesn't find some other means to fill it. I will then have to learn to let her make mistakes and learn from them. I will have to suffer the heartache that every mother experiences as she learns to fly on her own. I will have to stand by and watch while she fixes her own mistakes so that she may learn from them, all the while wanting to jump in and save her, but knowing that would not save her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am not doing this alone. Mike will be there struggling and learning, and loving her. Most importantly we will have God as our guide. We will have Him to turn to when we don't understand something, and we will have His word to reference when we need direction. he is always there thankful. Regardless of the time or day, He is waiting for us to call upon Him. Thank you Lord for your presence. For without you we would be lost! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-4192337765735107050?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/4192337765735107050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=4192337765735107050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/4192337765735107050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/4192337765735107050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/03/3d-ultrasound.html' title='3D ultrasound'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R87sXlLoZ1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hT7xJ7KFbjU/s72-c/FAITH_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-8401700281232638062</id><published>2008-02-12T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:57:59.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BE EDUCATED!!!!</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine emailed me this morning asking for some websites that I have come accross in my research. I love thata I am not the only mom that is taking the time to be educated regarding the many decisions that we have to face...even before our babies are born. It occured to me while sending her this information that maybe others would want it as well. I want to make sure that you understand that I am not against the medical community. God has imparted knowledge and skill on the Doctors in order to help us. I am very against us allowing the medical feild to lead us blindly. We are in charge of our lives, not them, we have to suffer the consiquences of a medical mistake, not them. So, here are some websites that I have found in my research. Please, don't just take my word for it either. We have a wonderful tool at our fingertips called the internet and on that tool we find an AMAZING website called Google (where I find EVERYTHING). Use it! :) Whatever your decision is (including Vaccines) make sure that you are educated and that your decision is made with conviction. Don't ever let a doctor or friend or family member tell you what to do. These are our children, this is our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaccines:&lt;br /&gt;http://drbenkim.com/vaccination-hidden-dangers.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thinktwice.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattress:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mommiesmagazine.com/safe-crib-beds/1224/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.preventcribdeath.com/site/452285/page/45029&lt;br /&gt;http://www.safecribbeds.com/order.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delayed Cord Cutting:&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/3747098.stm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gentlebirth.org/archives/lateClamping.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2006/06/060618224104.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on waiting for 5 minutes before cutting in order to allow the placental blood and nutrients to give Faith the best healthy start to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-8401700281232638062?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/8401700281232638062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=8401700281232638062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8401700281232638062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8401700281232638062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-educated.html' title='BE EDUCATED!!!!'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-668336820454786207</id><published>2008-02-06T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:31:14.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do's &amp; Don'ts of child rearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gcb.vox.com/library/post/the-dos-and-donts-of-child-rearing.html"&gt;http://gcb.vox.com/library/post/the-dos-and-donts-of-child-rearing.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to share!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-668336820454786207?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/668336820454786207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=668336820454786207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/668336820454786207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/668336820454786207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/02/dos-donts-of-child-rearing.html' title='Do&apos;s &amp; Don&apos;ts of child rearing'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-2443723513157924300</id><published>2008-02-06T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:02:17.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking &amp; Hiccuping, &amp; Moving &amp; Grooving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R6nzBeufiEI/AAAAAAAAALo/L1ajt8C_VBA/s1600-h/Lucy5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R6nzBeufiEI/AAAAAAAAALo/L1ajt8C_VBA/s320/Lucy5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163925654510471234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picture: I thought I would share my latest Baby shower cake that I created for my good friend Scottie. Her Daughter Lucy is due the end of Feb/beginning of March)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith has really grown and her bones have definitely hardened. I feel her all day now. It is really neat. I still feel great, and sometimes still forget that I'm even pregnant. I hit my 3rd Trimester next week. I can't believe it. Time has just flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Mom, Dad &amp; Nicolas all got to feel her kick and move. She was really active and for once not shy. It was so fun for my family to finally be able to feel her. It still gives me the giggles everytime I feel her move and kick. I think she has turned and is heading the right way. Hopefully she'll stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave on Friday for 10 days in California. I am so excited to be able to see my family. My Grandparents are celebrating their 60th Wedding anniversary on Feb. 10th. Yes, you read that correctly. They have been married for 60 years. If you ever want to know how to make a marriage work, ask them. But... be ready to give up your self-centered desires! :) Apparently you have to want what's best for your spouse, not yourself! :) Revolutionary...I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Glenn has met his perfect match and is marrying Ms. Julie Ross on Sat. February 17th. She is so great. I couldn't imagine ANYONE better suited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bro &amp; Sis are flying in from Japan for all of the festivities too so we will get to see them! I'll also get to meet my cousin Emily's Fiance which I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....my Aunt Kathy and cousing Beth are throwing me &lt;strong&gt;MY FIRST BABY SHOWER!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I am so excited about it! I feel so honored that among everything that is happening that week that they are taking the time to celebrate Faith and Me (and Mike too of course, but common, what guy really wants to be honored with a baby shower!). Even though I am a pretty outgoing person (shocker , I know) I still get a little funny about being the center of EVERYONE's attention, but I am actually really looking forward to this. I guess because it's not really me that's at the center, but my Daughter, just not a visable center!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so excited to be around my whole family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I suck it up and buy new batteries...again...for my camera I'll post a new pic. My belly still hasn't changed much though. I've only gained like 15 pounds still. It's good though. Less to take off. Not that I am really watching my weight, but I definitely am more careful about what I eat for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time....Happy Valentines Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-2443723513157924300?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/2443723513157924300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=2443723513157924300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2443723513157924300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2443723513157924300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/02/kicking-hiccuping-moving-grooving.html' title='Kicking &amp; Hiccuping, &amp; Moving &amp; Grooving!'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R6nzBeufiEI/AAAAAAAAALo/L1ajt8C_VBA/s72-c/Lucy5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-3421728510599606248</id><published>2008-01-23T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:24:32.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets to Supermarket Savings</title><content type='html'>I heard about this through www.HEAV.org (Home Educators Association of Virginia) and I wanted to share it with anyone interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biblical Womanhood: Encouraging and Equipping Women for the Glory of God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a great site with a lot of different books and tools on leading your home and family biblically. It's mainly geared toward women, but I have no doubt that men could benefit from some of this as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow this link it will take you to the page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://kitasluv.cpaine.hop.clickbank.net/ [this is my link so I can get paid per click. Just another way of helping me become a stay at home mom.] Hope you enjoy this information as much as I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specifically purchased the &lt;strong&gt;Secrets to Supermarket Savings - Tips and Strategies to Cut Your Grocery Bill by 40-75% or More! Only $7.97!&lt;/strong&gt; As Mike and I prepare for me to stay at home after we have Faith, cutting out excess grocery spending is just one more way to make it easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are a lot of great resources on this website and I wanted to share it with you. Hope you all enjoy it and have a blessed week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-3421728510599606248?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/3421728510599606248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=3421728510599606248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3421728510599606248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3421728510599606248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/01/secrets-to-supermarket-savings.html' title='Secrets to Supermarket Savings'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-7573815398413424357</id><published>2008-01-09T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:19:57.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly pop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R4TrDaKG7MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eOjieDdGZyE/s1600-h/belly+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R4TrDaKG7MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eOjieDdGZyE/s400/belly+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153502317412543682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so on Sunday I still hardly looked pregnant. On Monday, as you can see by the picture taken that night, I popped! It is so crazy how fast it happens! I can feel my belly expand and become more of a prominent prego belly as she is growing. I have only gained 12 pounds and am about 23 weeks along so I think I'm doing pretty good so far! :) I am hoping to meet with Audra, my friend and Doula, sometime within the next week or two for us to start practicing for Faiths natural birth arrival. We will be working on Accupressure points as well as laboring positions and techniques. She'll prepare Mike for his role and how he can assist me. I truly desire to have no medical intervention during her arrival, other than Rachel delivering her of course! Please be in prayer with me over this. It is truly the strongest desire of my heart and can't imagine it being any other way. Though we will prepare for different scenarios of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting really exciting!!! I have finished painting her room. As you can see in the picture it's light pink on top and dark brown on the bottom. The paint could not have turned out more perfect. At the end of this month I will put the border up, and hopefully will receive the hardware for the crib by the end of February. Right now I am at work filling out my Short term disability leave paperwork so that everything is in order when Faith arrives. I am getting pretty anxious. Only 4 months to go! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also researching some things that I can do from home to bring in some money without having to go into work somewhere. So, if any of you out there reading this blog know of a great at home job let me know. No sales things though please. I've done Party Lite and Mary Kay and really just don't care to go down that avenue again! :) More along the administrative or Marketing line I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great year so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-7573815398413424357?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/7573815398413424357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=7573815398413424357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/7573815398413424357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/7573815398413424357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/01/belly-pop.html' title='Belly pop!'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R4TrDaKG7MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eOjieDdGZyE/s72-c/belly+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-1119015508756336093</id><published>2008-01-03T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:14:39.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R30lXqKG7LI/AAAAAAAAAKk/c6RBbU8M4zs/s1600-h/border.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R30lXqKG7LI/AAAAAAAAAKk/c6RBbU8M4zs/s400/border.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151314637165620402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Faith is moving a lot. Most people always described it like butterflies. Well, I would have to describe the sensation more like gas bubbles! :) I know...how precious right! :) But honestly, it is truly the neatest feeling. She is moving and kicking and poking constantly. Luckily she goes to sleep the same time as I do so she's not keeping me up at night at all.&lt;br /&gt;On Dec 27th I had another OB appt. and brought my mom &amp; Grandma with me. Rachel did another US so my grandma could see since she had never seen an US before. Well, Faith was so active for us, and anxious to show how healthy she is. We got to see her fingers and toes and legs, all four chambers of her heart pumping away, her perfect spine and again were able to verify that indeed she is still a girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have approx 18 weeks remaining until she blesses our life with her presence. I cannot wait to hold her, and am probably most excited for Mike to get to hold her. She will definitely be daddy's little girl! With the help of a friend I painted her room last night. I found the cutest boarder (shown in the picture) that will be at chair rail height with Chocolate brown paint below and Pink on the top. I hope to have all the pain finished (second &amp; third coats as needed) by this weekend in order to move the furniture and then get the crib set up. A friend of mine gave me her crib, but unfortunately it didn't come with the hardware so we have to piece it together, take a picture, and then email it to the company for them to send us the appropriate hardware in order to complete the crib setup. So, the 18 weeks has me a bit worried, but it'll all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to have her room finished. Her closet is already starting to fill up from Christmas presents and hand-me-downs. It is so fun to look in and imagine her in all of those clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for us as we prepare for her arrival, and mainly that our finances will come together and allow me to be a full time mom and not have to continue working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! Hope you all had a great Christmas &amp; New Years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-1119015508756336093?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/1119015508756336093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=1119015508756336093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/1119015508756336093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/1119015508756336093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2008/01/movement.html' title='Movement'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R30lXqKG7LI/AAAAAAAAAKk/c6RBbU8M4zs/s72-c/border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-631285450477525465</id><published>2007-12-12T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:02:45.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Phelps</title><content type='html'>Well, We found out this morning that we are having a girl We are so excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Anna Phelps is what I want to name her. (Mike's not sold on the Anna Part yet).&lt;br /&gt;-Faith because we have truly lived by our faith in God knowing that He would start our family when He knew it was time. &lt;br /&gt;-Anna (after my sister &amp; great-grandmother (Annushka), and Anna of the Prophetess in the Bible. 3 women very worthy of being named after). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will our first child,  the first Niece for Anna, James, Dan &amp; Brooke, the first to make my sister an Aunt and James an Uncle, first Grand-daughter for my parents, and first grandchild for Mike’s parents. So… needless to say I think she’ll be a tad bit spoiled with love from the get-go!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since there are no mountaintops in this area this is my version of shouting it from the mountaintop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute frilly dresses....Come to momma! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-631285450477525465?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/631285450477525465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=631285450477525465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/631285450477525465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/631285450477525465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/12/faith-phelps.html' title='Faith Phelps'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-8878267598188202125</id><published>2007-12-05T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:14:54.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ovaltine Please!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R1bbprir5gI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GvteQ_2ZBZs/s1600-h/chocFront.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R1bbprir5gI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GvteQ_2ZBZs/s320/chocFront.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140537533799327234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we all know the commercial, but how many people have actually HAD Ovaltine?? Me neither. In fact, I don't even know if I am spelling it right. Anyway, acid reflux/heartburn has become an everyday problem for me again. I know that if I cut out coffee it would fix it, but I've already cut out Tom's Beer, Sashimi and rare steak....I have to be able to hold onto something that I love!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were at the Carrolls house last night (a great new family that we have become friends with as a result of Mike's change to A-shift) and I grabbed a Wendy's sandwhich on the way there (since my hunger pains are accompanied with moody outbursts) and then we ordered Pizza. I know, I know, REAL healthy Krista...Good choice! :) Well, not much time had past from finishing the pizza that I started getting Heartburn. I asked Diane for Tums or something. She had Tums &amp; Pepto, but recommended I try her remedy. A tall glass of COLD chocolate Ovaltine. I figured, hey, if it didn't work oh well, I got a tall glass of chocolate milk. Well, it was yummy for sure. But....wait for the shock factor....it worked. Not only did it get rid of my heartburn, but it stayed away!!! That NEVER happens. I didn't even wake up last night to eat more tums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS DIANE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I will advise every pregnant woman to buy a thing of Ovaltine for emergency's such as this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE OVALTINE PLEASE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now after searching for a picture I at least know that I am spelling it correctly!) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-8878267598188202125?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/8878267598188202125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=8878267598188202125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8878267598188202125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8878267598188202125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-ovaltine-please.html' title='More Ovaltine Please!!!'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/R1bbprir5gI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GvteQ_2ZBZs/s72-c/chocFront.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-5928847341514019298</id><published>2007-12-03T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:56:32.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that you God? It's me...</title><content type='html'>You ever have one of those weekends where it just seems like every turn presents another problem? Yeah...Those suck. Now add on pregnancy hormones and you have a tornado where it was just a whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that is exactly how my weekend went. I prayed all weekend to try and get myself in the right mindset and there would be certain points of relief, but for the most part I just couldn't get my spirits up. Well, God had a funny way of letting me know that He wasn't ignoring me. I was on my way to a baby shower and I had a friend from church in the car with me. We were on the exit ramp and started hearing a funny noise. It didn't feel like a flat because my car was still in perfect control, but it sounded like one. Well, low and behold, it was a flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mike because the Escape has a VERY different way of accessing the spare. Well, he insisted on coming to change it for me because I apparently shouldn't be doing that while pregnant. Side bar: this thought never occurred to me. I am such a "I am woman Hear me Roar" type of woman, that I just do stuff like that because that's what I was trained to do...never be helpless. This is why God has me paired with Mike because he loves to take care of me and he thinks of things like that! Anyway...back on track now... I wasn’t pulled over but 2 or 3 minutes and a VDOT (Virginia Department of Transportation) truck just happened to be driving by and pulled over and changed my tire for me. It's a good thing too, because the spare had no air in it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lu, that's the VDOT guys name, changed my tire and got me all fixed up and ready to go on my way again. We examined the tire to see why it went flat, but there wasn’t anything wrong. NOTHING. NADA. ZIP. ZERO. ZILCH. I truly believe it was God getting my attention to show me that He is taking care of me and listening. Because I pray and forget to listen He had to speak to me via flat tire to let me know that He is watching me, there for me, and actively caring for my needs. His plan is so much bigger than I can even imagine. It's a good thing the He is taking care of me. I'd be such a mess without Him. Actually without them. I guess that's why it's so important to marry the person that God has planned for you. He knows who will protect you and take care of you the best. I did pretty well on my own, but Mike is truly my partner and protector in Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has come to my aide on the side of the road more than once. I guess that's the one place where there aren't any distractions! So, the next time that there is an inconvenience in your life, maybe it's God trying to tell you something. He's always there, He's always listening. He's just waiting for you to call upon Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-5928847341514019298?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/5928847341514019298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=5928847341514019298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/5928847341514019298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/5928847341514019298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-that-you-god-its-me.html' title='Is that you God? It&apos;s me...'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-5388474040209134104</id><published>2007-12-03T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:11:20.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who really cares???? Well...doesn't everyone?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I don't know if every pregnant woman is as psycho as I am about being pregnant. Not psycho as in doing everything right...cause I am far from that. Psycho as far as excited. I want everyone to know. I tell people at check out lines, the bank teller, the woman at the post office, seriously, any poor soul who fains the least bit of interest gets my news! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for Mike &amp; I to be starting our family! I am so excited to be a mom. Am I worried about not screwing up my child? Of course, but I have a great family that is Chalk full of good advice. If you have ever met my sister's sons you would know that I have a good model to follow. Nicolas will be 9 next month (I really can't believe that) and can hold a more intelligent conversation than most adults! Jeremiah is just 14 months and can already pick up after himself and do so many things that most 2 and 3 year olds (and adults) don't know how to do. It's all in the training, and I know that I have a good child training Guru in my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to my psycho excitement. I have a count down clock on my computer screen ticking down the minutes until we hopefully find out whether it's a boy or girl (8 days, 17 hrs, 32 min &amp; 31 sec, 28 sec, 26 sec.....). I bought some iron on transfer paper to create my own t-shirts (mainly one that says "Jingle Belly, Jingle Belly, Baby on the Way), I have already registered (which I started doing on the day I found out and continue to add things as I think about Kidd and how she/he is growing). Every name I come across through our program applications, people I meet, or names I hear on the TV or radio are all the suddenly potential kid names. I walk around holding my belly and praying silently for the child growing within me to become a strong Christian servant to be a light for Jesus into this world, and when I am alone I hold my belly and say out lout "Grow Baby GROW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know that I am not the only soon-to-be-mom that does these things, and that is reassuring. But... I still feel sorry for the people that get trapped in my excitement! So sorry if that is you!!! Not sorry enough to stop of course!! I'm going to be a mom!!! Why not get excited about that!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-5388474040209134104?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/5388474040209134104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=5388474040209134104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/5388474040209134104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/5388474040209134104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-really-cares-welldoesnt-everyone.html' title='Who really cares???? Well...doesn&apos;t everyone?'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-7097397863145748308</id><published>2007-11-29T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:08:53.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h218/kitasluv/16weekbelly.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's my baby belly at 16 weeks. I finally actually look pregnant! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike &amp; I got to hear the heartbeat this morning and it is a strong 151. So...going by old wives tales it should be a girl, but we will find out for sure on Dec 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been really wanting a girl. I don't know if it's because of all the cute girl stuff out there, or if it's because we already have my sister's boys an no girls, or if it's because I want a mini-me to play with... =) I have always wanted it to be a boy, but the last week especially I have really wanted it to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to feel the baby yet. A few weeks ago I think I felt it, but you can just never tell. Hopefully within the next week or two I will be able to feel him/her more distinctly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it would work out well because the only name that Mike and I can can both agree on so far is Faith! :) We'll see!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-7097397863145748308?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/7097397863145748308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=7097397863145748308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/7097397863145748308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/7097397863145748308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/11/16-weeks.html' title='16 weeks'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-1526903521636858356</id><published>2007-11-15T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:57:37.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to have a baby!</title><content type='html'>I was watching Private Practice last night and the whole show was on labor and delivery. I was watching everything with no particular thought, except for critiquing the acting, until the end. It was a strange reaction I must say. I have always seen babies and loved to hold them and play with them, and LOVED the idea of one day having one of my own. Well, this was a new thought and associated emotion that I experienced. I was looking at the new moms holding the babies and all of the sudden it occured to me....I am going to have one of my own in 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 MONTHS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry and dream about what they would look like. How God will chose to combine Mike's genes with mine. What the labor will be like, and how our lives will change. And the cool thing is, none of it scared me. I am looking forward to the experience. I want to know what it is to feel the pain of labor, and the joy of holding our baby for the first time. I want the exhaustion of waking up multiple times a night for feeding, and all of the sudden having this new person that I have to schedule my life with. And not around. I think so many mothers miss the boat on this. They see a child as a hinderance to living. That their life just got that much more complicated. That's not how God intended it to be. A new child is a blessing, and no one should ever feel any different!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know I plan to go all natural. No drugs. No epidural. No cutting. ALL NATURAL BABY!!! For those that know me it is not a surprise. Please begin now to pray for my baby's arrival. That it will be not be pain free, but that it will be free of complications. God is our designer and creator and he designed women to deliver babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose in life has now become clear. I have never been extatic about a job. I love my current job, and have had a few in the past that I enjoyed as well, but I never felt the "BINGO! That's what I am supposed to be doing!!" feeling when thinking about a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a wife and mom....that's what I am supposed to do! That is what feels right! That is where God wants me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-1526903521636858356?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/1526903521636858356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=1526903521636858356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/1526903521636858356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/1526903521636858356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-going-to-have-baby.html' title='I&apos;m going to have a baby!'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-3303708933534581161</id><published>2007-11-04T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:45:15.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Dance poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SLOW DANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down. &lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast. &lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down &lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast. &lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,'Hi' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down. &lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast. &lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-3303708933534581161?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/3303708933534581161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=3303708933534581161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3303708933534581161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3303708933534581161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/11/slow-dance-poem.html' title='Slow Dance poem'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-361494397458871542</id><published>2007-10-31T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:57:12.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat!!!</title><content type='html'>A prego shirt I found on cafepress.com...it made me laugh. :)&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/Ryk_htBMBjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AN_CRAVTvHM/s1600-h/sayhellotomylittlefriend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/Ryk_htBMBjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AN_CRAVTvHM/s400/sayhellotomylittlefriend.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127699498990831154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to hear our little ones heartbeat on Tuesday morning. It was the most amazing sound, and of course I cried. If you really know me than you aren't surprised by that! :) I knew that I would probably hear it, and I have heard the heartbeat of unborn babies before, but this was just different. We first heard my heartbeat, and then she moved the Doppler a hair to the left and there was the baby's heartbeat. We could hear both of them at the same time. Mine was a slow beat, the baby's was strong and fast. I thought the first ultrasound made it real, but no....the heartbeat is it....hearing the heartbeat for the first time...that's what makes it real. &lt;br /&gt;You see, I guess because I have had such an easy pregnancy that sometimes I forget that I am actually pregnant. I know it sounds crazy, but I've had no morning sickness, no nausea of significance, and my stomach still just looks like I'm bloated. So, I can sometimes be a space cadet about what is actually going on in my body, and forget that God is forming a living human being whom He has entrusted to our care. Yeah...I know....how in the world can I not think about that every waking minute of every day!!!! Like I said...Space Cadet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-361494397458871542?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/361494397458871542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=361494397458871542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/361494397458871542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/361494397458871542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/10/heartbeat.html' title='Heartbeat!!!'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/Ryk_htBMBjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AN_CRAVTvHM/s72-c/sayhellotomylittlefriend.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-2290644783957975520</id><published>2007-10-25T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:39:06.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 12</title><content type='html'>I loved how much is going on with the baby this week, so I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dramatic development this week: Reflexes. Your baby's fingers will soon begin to open and close, his toes will curl, his eye muscles will clench, and his mouth will make sucking movements. In fact, if you prod your abdomen, your baby will squirm in response, although you won't be able to feel it. His intestines, which have grown so fast that they protrude into the umbilical cord, will start to move into his abdominal cavity about now, and his kidneys will begin excreting urine into his bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, nerve cells are multiplying rapidly, and in your baby's brain, synapses are forming furiously. His face looks unquestionably human: His eyes have moved from the sides to the front of his head, and his ears are right where they should be. From crown to rump, your baby-to-be is just over two inches long (about the size of a lime) and weighs half an ounce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-2290644783957975520?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/2290644783957975520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=2290644783957975520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2290644783957975520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2290644783957975520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/10/week-12.html' title='Week 12'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-1712066434122343799</id><published>2007-10-10T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:27:14.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Rolls</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I though my first "craving" was pancakes because I just REALLY wanted a pancake made by Z in the Virginian-Pilot caffeteria. Yummy...those are so good.&lt;br /&gt;But no. I now know what a true craving is. I was in the bathroom at work and I started smelling egg rolls. I checked around in every office, and no one had any chinese food at all, but that was all that I could smell. That is all I am still smelling. I just want a big fat plate of egg rolls with some sweet and sour sauce. No main dish, no soup, just egg rolls. Seriously. This has been going on for about an hour now. I am about to go crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-1712066434122343799?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/1712066434122343799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=1712066434122343799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/1712066434122343799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/1712066434122343799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/10/egg-rolls.html' title='Egg Rolls'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-8590971998876357407</id><published>2007-10-09T11:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:05:51.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SAHM preperations. (Stay At Home Mom)</title><content type='html'>Please join with us in praying for our finances. Mike and I are trying really hard to get everything in order so that I can be a stay at home mom. That is what I have always felt led to do and can't imagine having to go back to work, even part time. I know that God has a plan, and of course we want to live according to His plan. Based on Titus 2...I feel that my presence at home is what He wants and requires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duties of the Older and Younger&lt;br /&gt; 1 But as for you, speak the things which are fitting for sound doctrine. 2 Older men are to be temperate, dignified, sensible, sound in faith, in love, in perseverance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 3&lt;/strong&gt; Older women likewise are to be reverent in their behavior, not malicious gossips nor enslaved to much wine, teaching what is good, &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; so that they may encourage the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, &lt;strong&gt;5 &lt;/strong&gt;to be sensible, pure, workers at home, kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the word of God will not be dishonored. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Likewise urge the young men to be sensible; &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; in all things show yourself to be an example of good deeds, with purity in doctrine, dignified, &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; sound in speech which is beyond reproach, so that the opponent will be put to shame, having nothing bad to say about us. &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; Urge bondslaves to be subject to their own masters in everything, to be well-pleasing, not argumentative, &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; not pilfering, but showing all good faith so that they will adorn the doctrine of God our Savior in every respect.  For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men, &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt; instructing us to deny ungodliness and worldly desires and to live sensibly, righteously and godly in the present age, &lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt; looking for the blessed hope and the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Christ Jesus, &lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt; who gave Himself for us to redeem us from every lawless deed, and to purify for Himself a people for His own possession,zealous for good deeds. &lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt; These things speak and exhort and reprove with all authority Let no one disregard you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-8590971998876357407?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/8590971998876357407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=8590971998876357407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8590971998876357407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8590971998876357407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/10/sahm-preperations-stay-at-home-mom.html' title='SAHM preperations. (Stay At Home Mom)'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-8263414863513569530</id><published>2007-10-09T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:03:12.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>So, for the past 2+ weeks I have had trouble breathing. Not just regular breathing, but good, strong, actually satisfying breathing. It has kept me up at night and made me abit lithargic. So..went to see Rachel (my fabulous OB). Aparently this is a common occurance in the first trimester, but the "attack" usually only lasts about 15 minutes. So to be on the safe side she sent me to have a CT scan of my heart and lungs. She wanted them to check for a Pulmonary Edema. Thankfully the scan came back clear, but that still leaves me with struggling to catch my breath. She prescribed and inhaler, so hopefully that will start working in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other than that we are doing great! I am feeling wonderful as far as no nausea or sickness is concerned. We attended Norfolk Church of Christ's Praise in the Park on Sunday at Norfolk Botanical Gardens. It was a beautiful day and it was great to catch up with a lot of friends that we don't get to see often enough. There was a TON of great food both for breakfast and lunch. Unfortunatley most of which I couldn't eat because for some reason foods with really strong flavors or smells have been making me a bit queezy. BUT...a great time was had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am heading to the Chiropractor this afternoon to get adjusted, as the spin truly affects your body as a whole. The adjustment I received last week is truly the only thing that gave me any relief from this breathing issue so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-8263414863513569530?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/8263414863513569530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=8263414863513569530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8263414863513569530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8263414863513569530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/10/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-76491644069062432</id><published>2007-10-05T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T07:48:20.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby game!</title><content type='html'>A girl on my pregnancy board gave me this website. So...make your guess! Don't worry, no registration is required! It's just a simple guessing game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.expectnet.com/logingame.php?game_name=KiddPhelps"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.expectnet.com/60193/a77e08cb/banner1.png" 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/4102428970337329939-76491644069062432?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/76491644069062432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=76491644069062432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/76491644069062432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/76491644069062432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-game.html' title='Baby game!'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-279709195905573704</id><published>2007-10-02T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:33:31.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at my desk here at work and cannot seem to concentrate. I don't have any work to do, so I am not concerned with that; though I do have a TON of school work to do. The problem is I can't focus. My thoughts often drift to the child that is growing within me. Will I eat right, will I do him any harm unknowingly, will we be ready for him. I know that I am not alone in these thoughts and that most parents worry about simple things like that. It's just new for me. I don't consider myself to be a worrier...about anything. I live my life knowing that God is in complete control and there is no amount of worrying that I can do that will change that fact. So...I tend to just let things go for Him to take care of. But this, this child that God is giving to Mike and I to raise, to train, to love, to care for, and to finally send out into the world to be a light. This Child is taking 99.9% of my thoughts right now and I can't seem to get anything accomplished. I want to know that we will be good parents, and that we will train him up so that he will be a joy to all, that we will show him enough love and affection that he will spread it to those around him, that we will teach him the lessons of life that will strengthen him, but not so much that he becomes hardened to it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in control, I know that. We weren't planning on having children for another 4 years, and by all accounts we should not be expecting now. Obviously God knew that it was time and that He was ready for us to raise one of His children. I am very thankful for this. I can't stop smiling, or telling people. I want the whole world to know that I am going to be a mommy!!! But underneath all of that joy is an actual ounce of worry that I will fail, and that my child will be hurt because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...I also KNOW that by giving my child and my parenting skills over to God, that I cannot fail, and that He will be glorified through it all. This is my prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-279709195905573704?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/279709195905573704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=279709195905573704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/279709195905573704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/279709195905573704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/10/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-3140837714058303537</id><published>2007-10-02T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:46:57.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/RwJY8gXHctI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_kx1QR7Sh3Q/s1600-h/us1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116749923148591826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/RwJY8gXHctI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_kx1QR7Sh3Q/s320/us1002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so here is the first image of our kiddo! I love it that the whole scan looks like one big happy face! We were able to see the heart beat and the expected due date is May 13th, 2008. I am measuring at exactly 8 weeks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have another appt. on October 30th and that ultrasound image should actually look like the baby! :) We should find out if it is a boy or a girl in early December.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike was able to go with me, so he got to see the heartbeat as well! So, we are offically expecting parents. Mike was convinced it was just a lot of gas! :) HE! He! Just Kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope all of you are doing well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Bless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-3140837714058303537?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/3140837714058303537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=3140837714058303537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3140837714058303537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3140837714058303537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-ultrasound.html' title='First Ultrasound'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/RwJY8gXHctI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_kx1QR7Sh3Q/s72-c/us1002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-8274912092752288698</id><published>2007-10-01T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:35:17.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So long Steak! Au revoir Sashimi!</title><content type='html'>So, one of the most disappointing developments is that I can't eat steak. I tried again last night at my in-laws and I just can't do it. I love steak, so this is very sad. It is partly the flavor of it, but I think the fact that I have to cook it to medium well is another factor. I like my steak med-rare to rare. Pinkish purple in the middle. So tender and juicy it just falls apart in my mouth. YUMMY!!! But, apparently pregnant women aren't supposed to eat raw meat, or fish. This means that I can't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt; either. This is very sad since I don't like cooked fish so my main intake of the essential omega's was through sushi and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt;. So....now I have to resort to supplements. Oh well...the things parents do for kids right! :) This little bugger is surely worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Our first OB appt is tomorrow at 9:30. I'll post an ultrasound pic soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-8274912092752288698?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/8274912092752288698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=8274912092752288698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8274912092752288698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/8274912092752288698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-long-steak-au-revoir-sashimi.html' title='So long Steak! Au revoir Sashimi!'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-2998386331817859</id><published>2007-09-28T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T07:55:16.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby ticker</title><content type='html'>Well, this is a fun little pregnancy counter or "Baby Ticker" that I found and thought I would share. This way, you never have to wonder how far along I am! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tickers.families.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tac.families.com/ezb/985507.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-2998386331817859?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/2998386331817859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=2998386331817859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2998386331817859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2998386331817859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby-ticker.html' title='Baby ticker'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-3944290529204697104</id><published>2007-09-23T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:42:59.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning on a Boy</title><content type='html'>So, who knows what sex the baby is yet (other than God of course), but I think it's going to be a boy. I could be totally wrong, but here is why I think this. First, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to the baby "He" always comes out of my mouth. Also, whenever I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dreamt &lt;/span&gt;about having a kid it was always a boy and 2 years ago I was backing out of my driveway one day and looked behind me to check for any cars, and I had a quick vision of a toddler boy sitting in a car seat strapped into the back middle seat of my escape. There was also this one time (at band camp) when Anna, mom &amp;amp; I  all had some kind of dream of me having a son..... on the same night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there you have it. My prediction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see in January of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-3944290529204697104?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/3944290529204697104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=3944290529204697104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3944290529204697104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/3944290529204697104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/09/planning-on-boy.html' title='Planning on a Boy'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-7234978520913358502</id><published>2007-09-20T10:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:36:15.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7</title><content type='html'>Well, it is week number 7. Nothing new is really happening yet. I got a bunch of maternity clothes over the weekend from my friend Katie, which is a good thing because most of my pants are not fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a very valuable lesson this week though. NEVER SKIP BREAKFAST!!!!! I forgot to eat on Monday morning and it made me queezy the rets of the day. I have been very good about eating a little bit about every hour so that my blood sugar doesn't get high. I am doing everything that I can to avoid morning sickness. So far it's working. I am also resting on God to keep me healthy during this pregnance. I would seriously prefer pain over nausea any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is being very diligent about looking at our finances and seeing where we can cut things out. This will help immensly. I really don't want to have to continue working at all so please keep us in your prayers for that. If I do have to work it would just be part time and on the days that Mike will be home and I am not sure if my job will let me go down to part time once the kiddo is born. Other than that the option is to watch someone's kids during the week. I'm not sure how that would work as Mike is home all day every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please be praying that God will show us things we can cut out, and provide the means for me to be a full time stay at home mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-7234978520913358502?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/7234978520913358502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=7234978520913358502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/7234978520913358502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/7234978520913358502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-it-is-week-number-7.html' title='Week 7'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102428970337329939.post-2470431477830628427</id><published>2007-09-14T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:03:30.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How thick am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/RvKGtCgGsAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OElEQEqLEGA/s1600-h/tests.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296635342696450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/RvKGtCgGsAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OElEQEqLEGA/s320/tests.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you know that we are pregnant with kiddo #1. YAY!!! What you might not know is how long it took me to figure out....I'm blond, Polish and Swedish, whataya gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it all started about 3 weeks ago. It was Mike's and Robs birthday so we went to Alt Platz Brewing to Celebrate but I felt so sick. I couldn't figure it out, but, to put it lightly, I got rid of my contents and felt better immediately. I couldn't figure out. What was going on????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also noticing my skirts and pants weren't fitting. This was not a huge surprise to me because we frequented Alt Platz for Tom's Beer and Pizza about 3 times a week. It's not just any beer or pizza though. We would seriously prefer hanging out there and eating than going to some 4 star restaurant. SERIOUSLY!!! If you're ever in the area we'll have to take you there. Anyway, back to my expanding waistline. Because things were starting to get snug I decided to lay off on the beer and try to only have Pizza 1x a week. So I started drinking Tom's homemade Soda instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that week my chest started really hurting. I couldn't sleep comfortably, hugs hurt, clothing hurt, yada-yada. I thought something was seriously wrong so I went to my doctor who in turn sent me for an ultrasound. The results showed a few fibroid cysts that needed to be monitored and I was told to cut back on the coffee. The cysts I have had since 14, so that's nothing new, but cut out coffee???? WHAT???? I tried, but wasn't very successful. I at least cut back to 2 cups a day, I thought that was a great improvement! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it all came together on Friday September 7th. That morning I realized how late I was (1.5 weeks). I had several meetings that day, but all I could think about was this possible pregnancy. I was adding it all up in my head. I threw up. My clothes don't fit. My boobs hurt. I'm late. Hmm...could it be?? Tight Clothes + sickness + tenderness = pregnancy then top it off with timing and I was sure. I confirmed the timing with Ashley who convinced me to take a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by the time Ashley and I came to the conclusion that I was possibly pregnant I was at the tunnel heading into Portsmouth. We hung up with the agreement I'd take a test and call her back. I ran to the dollar store and bought a test there. When I got home my hands were shaking so much that I could barely get my key in the door. I'll spare you the rest of the details! :) I was supposed to wait 2 minutes, but it immediately showed a plus sign. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be? No...don't' get too excited it says to wait 2 minutes. I had the phone in hand to call Mike, but at 1min 30 sec my mom calls. ARGH!!! I love to talk to my mom, and normally would gab for about 20min, but I wanted to call Mike. 2 minutes had passed now and it still showed a positive sign. Okay, I had to get off the phone. So I told mom I had to use the bathroom, that did the trick! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was working that day, and had they been at the station I would have driven down there to tell him in person, but they were at the air show in case a plane crashed (which did happen unfortunately). So I called him on his cell phone (what in the world would we do without them) told him the exciting news. After asking me if I was sure he wisely stated "I guess that means we need to quit spending." That's for sure. Now, pregnancy tests can often show a false negative, but rarely do they show a false positive. But we agreed that I should take 1 more test just in case we were that .0000009% couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point I was jumping up and down in the hallway with tears in my eyes. I know, I know, I'm a dork! :) I called Ashley and told her the news, she agreed I should take one more... and then she would get excited. Before I could get out the door the phone rang, it was Rob, calling to congratulate me! He said by the sound in my voice he knew I was very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking out the door Judy, my neighbor, was grabbing her 2 year old Grandson that had wandered into our yard. . I told her that I was pregnant, but running to the store to buy another test just to be sure. She was very excited for us and asked if she could share the news, well duh...I wanted the whole world to know!!! :) I jumped in my Jeep and drove to Walgreen's. It is just 3 blocks away, but it felt like a long drive!!! :) Yes, I drove. I wanted to know right away!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get to the aisle with the tests and they're all behind a locked cabinet and I have to push a button for service. WHAT??? Come on now!!! I finally found the button and waited. Even though it seemed like an eternity the manager came to the aisle quite promptly. She got the test for me as I blabbed about this being our first and how excited we are, and that I already took one test but we wanted to be sure (like she really cared). The tests ranged from $8.99 - $37.99. I bought the 9.99 box of two...so I could have another just in case! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home, still smiling from ear to ear, and ran up to my door. As I got to the front door Judy's whole family was out front and Wayne yelled to me "Get on in there girl...hurry it up!" Hee! Hee! that made me smile! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That test was positive as well, of course! I called Mike to let him know. We had agreed to not tell anyone else until I took a blood test. That lasted all of 20 min. I ran over to my sisters house and told my family and he called his parents. While I was at Anna's house Grandma happened to call so I told her the good news. I was up until 11:30 that night calling Aunts, Uncles &amp;amp; Friends and emailing people! :) I also talked to Brooke, but Dan was out for the day so I told her to have him call me when he got home. He finally called at 3:30 in the morning. They of course were very excited too!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to be doing homework, but how in the world was I supposed to focus on anything?  I got online and signed up for several pregnancy websites, and then got onto Babies-r-us and made a registry and added things. I know, I know, I'm a dork. But I knew I was going to get tons of advice and I wanted to be able to hop on and add anything that I liked to my registry if I learned about it. I can't count on my memory to serve me! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I was this excited was when Mike proposed to me, and then again on our wedding day. We're going to have our own family!!!! YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the world has now been told! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102428970337329939-2470431477830628427?l=thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/feeds/2470431477830628427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102428970337329939&amp;postID=2470431477830628427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2470431477830628427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102428970337329939/posts/default/2470431477830628427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourneyofkiddphelps.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-thick-am-i.html' title='How thick am I?'/><author><name>Kita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GNpaKca6Myk/RvKGtCgGsAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OElEQEqLEGA/s72-c/tests.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
