<?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-2309261352451120538</id><updated>2011-08-08T05:13:04.032-07:00</updated><category term='cpk'/><category term='doc app'/><category term='gigs'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='go go'/><category term='strollers'/><category term='skin'/><category term='eating'/><category term='belly pictures'/><category term='Prop 8'/><category term='vote'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='name'/><category term='bleeding gums'/><category term='peeing'/><category term='dance'/><category term='agent'/><category term='maryland'/><category term='sprinkles'/><category term='my tummy'/><title type='text'>Baby Take 1</title><subtitle type='html'>These are true to life accounts on my first pregnancy.  I'm a filmmaker, actress, dancer in Los Angles, CA.  Although I knew I wanted kids soon ( I'm 30 by the way) I didn't expect it to happen this soon! Enjoy my daily trials as I get ready to pop one out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3313842612819371382</id><published>2009-09-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:12:55.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends treat me different</title><content type='html'>When a friend of mine had his baby, he sat me down and was afraid to tell me he had a child because he did not want me to treat him different. I laughed and was "like why would I treat you different?" Well since having Skyla I know EXACTLY what he was talking about because friends I would not dream in a million years have started to treat me differently. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; The Opportunist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* This "friend" has not returned phone calls, facebook, text messages, emails or anything and she would tell people we were sisters. However, when she thought my boyfriend had a job for her she was blowing his phone up. typical. Now I know her true colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Limiters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Then I have the friends that no longer invite me out saying, "Oh I figured you would not want to go since you have the baby now."  Which is fine cause I probably don't want to go anyway. hahahaa. But it is still nice to be invited. Let me make my limits don't put limits on my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Negative Nancys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Then I have the friends that think I can not do anything but be a "soccer mom." (see definition below) When I would say anything about moving ahead in life or auditioning or anything I would get..."You have no life now you are a mom," "What are you taking headshots for your a Mom," "You can not direct your a mom." WHAT! come on. I am a mom not dead.. The sad part is that these were the same people that told me when I was pregnant that I could do anything and do not to let having a child change my career goals.  I think they don't mean any harm just don't know how to talk to me or what to say. So I am telling you, TALK TO ME THE SAME. I still have the same goals and dreams they are just bigger because it is not only about me anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;soccer mom: a women who stays home to nuture and raise their child. Not only do they wash, feed, change and teach the children, they cook, clean, shop for the house, wash clothes, cooks dinner, manage the house, go to doctors appointments, research vaccines, research schools, no longer sleeps peaceful, attends all school functions, go to playgroups, helps with homework, meets with teachers, go to birthday partys and NEVER has a day off.  Their job is their child and trust me it is harder and more time consuming then any job you have EVER done.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just funny to see how people change when you have entered another part of your life.  I am VERY proud to be a mom. I love my child with all of my heart.  So if you think I am different because I have a child. Your right I AM. I am stronger then I have ever been, I see life being so precious like only a MOM would understand, I want to succeed more then anything so my little girl can have every chance to fulfill her dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my friends, family and sorority sisters that have stood by my side. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Shot out to Terrisha! Thank you for being an amazing friend. You have no clue how much you have helped me. I am so proud of you and all of your accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SpyWqF7vl6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/g5dDgZ-NEpI/s1600-h/IMG_4630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SpyWqF7vl6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/g5dDgZ-NEpI/s400/IMG_4630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376337705064961954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also other shot outs to Tarsha, you make me realize that I am not going crazy and is always there when I need someone to talk to or just laugh with.  Adrienne and Chanel, hahhhahaha man yall make me laugh. I love yall more then you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my family. Support is our last name! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3313842612819371382?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3313842612819371382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3313842612819371382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3313842612819371382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3313842612819371382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-friends-treat-me-different.html' title='My friends treat me different'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SpyWqF7vl6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/g5dDgZ-NEpI/s72-c/IMG_4630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8251829596060543598</id><published>2009-09-01T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:05:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Spyb2dfGV_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xAin-zSWkoI/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Spyb2dfGV_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xAin-zSWkoI/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376343415103838194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the joys to being a mom is that I get to wake up every morning to a smiling, happy baby. As soon as I say "Good Morning" she starts to laugh.  Seeing that smile makes any stresses in life go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8251829596060543598?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8251829596060543598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8251829596060543598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8251829596060543598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8251829596060543598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/09/smiling-baby.html' title='Smiling Baby!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Spyb2dfGV_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xAin-zSWkoI/s72-c/IMG_0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-1698047856466104882</id><published>2009-06-10T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:05:00.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Si9G80maXVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rlJW9Cpt41w/s1600-h/IMG_4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Si9G80maXVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rlJW9Cpt41w/s400/IMG_4537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345569293437918546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Si9G8gXQFXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CwL9sUyTwv4/s1600-h/IMG_4535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Si9G8gXQFXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CwL9sUyTwv4/s400/IMG_4535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345569288005621106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Si9G8Syd1QI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lS455KU4Ykk/s1600-h/IMG_4532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Si9G8Syd1QI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lS455KU4Ykk/s400/IMG_4532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345569284361671938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day that I really got out of the house. In about 35 days. And where do I want to go TARGET! I love Target.  I also had to rent a good breast pump. But Target was my big high light.  I know I am still on bedrest but I had to get out for a couple of hours.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I washed my hair, which thanks to the pre-natal pills looked really good today.  I also put on make-up. Felt good to look nice for the first time in a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I over did it with my outing today. I stayed on my feet way too long, so close to the end of our journey I was in pain.  So, no more outings (unless the doctors of course) until my bestrest is up. Another 4 weeks. I dont mind I get to spend time with my angel and watch her grow and change in front of my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures we took today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-1698047856466104882?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/1698047856466104882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=1698047856466104882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1698047856466104882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1698047856466104882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-and-me.html' title='Mommy and Me!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Si9G80maXVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rlJW9Cpt41w/s72-c/IMG_4537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3527110366608576179</id><published>2009-06-08T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:05:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 30 days old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5-tQBN2I/AAAAAAAAANw/VZUF08GQ-bk/s1600-h/IMG_4527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5-tQBN2I/AAAAAAAAANw/VZUF08GQ-bk/s400/IMG_4527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344710607243392866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5x9TCNTI/AAAAAAAAANo/eGH1hyJ_P40/s1600-h/IMG_4526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5x9TCNTI/AAAAAAAAANo/eGH1hyJ_P40/s400/IMG_4526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344710388212708658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5xvbzZYI/AAAAAAAAANg/nabFyr_X-Qw/s1600-h/IMG_4525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5xvbzZYI/AAAAAAAAANg/nabFyr_X-Qw/s400/IMG_4525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344710384491390338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5xH9qMtI/AAAAAAAAANY/hL2RVlTQcGQ/s1600-h/IMG_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5xH9qMtI/AAAAAAAAANY/hL2RVlTQcGQ/s400/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344710373895975634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone this is baby Skyla Marie.  I am 30 days old today.  I am happy to say that I have been sleeping longer so my mommy can get more sleep. I laughed for the first time on friday June 5th when my mommy kissed my nose. I am crawling a little, I just dont know how to use my arms and legs together. I have a doctors appointment at 2pm to get my first vaccine. My mommy has researched all of my shots and she has chosen which ones are safe for me to get.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My day usually starts with me calling my mom for milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Then she changes my diaper. I like my mom to change me better then my dad because he is very slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I then get to take a bath. I love baths, sometimes I dont even wake up from my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I sit in my chair while my mommy eats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* We read a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Take a walk to the pool, so mommy can get a little bit of walking in. I sleep while she usually calls grandma and checks the mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I eat again (I eat a lot..lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Mommy and I take a nap. I do at least. She is usually straightening the house or working on a production project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I get a lot of pictures taken of me, I am a super star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My daddy comes home and plays with me. If the game is on, I will watch it with him.  Go Lakers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Mommy washes me up for bed  (she has to wash off all of the kisses I get through out the day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* We say our prayer every night  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* While she is getting ready for bed. I watch noggin or listen to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I eat and fall asleep. Mommy slowly puts me in my bed trying not to wake me. I sleep for about 3-4 hours now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Wake up..Eat...Sleep REPEAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*  I love my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5w9vh4UI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kuASSbV2Kl8/s1600-h/IMG_4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5w9vh4UI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kuASSbV2Kl8/s400/IMG_4517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344710371152355650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5wyGE6AI/AAAAAAAAANI/-ycojLuqEGQ/s1600-h/IMG_4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5wyGE6AI/AAAAAAAAANI/-ycojLuqEGQ/s400/IMG_4509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344710368025700354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3527110366608576179?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3527110366608576179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3527110366608576179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3527110366608576179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3527110366608576179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-30-days-old-today.html' title='I am 30 days old today!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Siw5-tQBN2I/AAAAAAAAANw/VZUF08GQ-bk/s72-c/IMG_4527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3757462425883907611</id><published>2009-05-29T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:05:00.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sh9N4_aZIfI/AAAAAAAAANA/LByv_zurBbA/s1600-h/IMG_4464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sh9N4_aZIfI/AAAAAAAAANA/LByv_zurBbA/s400/IMG_4464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073324574843378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people have asked me..."How does it feel to be a mom?" Well is feels amazing. It has been a little over two weeks and it is the best feeling I have ever had in my life.  I sit and stare at her for hours. I say prayers over and I constantly thank God for giving her to me. Maurice keeps telling me how amazing she is and how he is so happy to raise her with me. This feeling is like nothing I have ever felt before. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know that I am doing the "40 day bonding" with her. I am sooo happy I decided to do it because I am really getting to know her. Many people have told me that they can watch her while I get a break. I dont want a break. She will never be so small and innocent like this again and I want to cherish every moment. Every little noise, every smile, every cry, when she falls asleep in my arms. To see her big brown eyes staring up at me, I realize that life is so precious and I want to spend all the time I can get with her. I might even extend my 40 days. However, when she is 14 and thinking she is 21 make sure you offer to take her off of my hands then. lol Right now I am enjoying and taking in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Terrisha hit it on the nose when she wrote in my mother's day card. She said, "how does it love at first sight feel?"  This is the ultimate love at first sight. I love Skyla with everything I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3757462425883907611?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3757462425883907611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3757462425883907611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3757462425883907611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3757462425883907611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-hood.html' title='Mommy Hood'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sh9N4_aZIfI/AAAAAAAAANA/LByv_zurBbA/s72-c/IMG_4464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4208409446934936107</id><published>2009-05-18T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:18:00.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyla is born!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ShHec7LG3DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-XVPqixrpic/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ShHec7LG3DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-XVPqixrpic/s400/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337291621912730674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ShHech9KLEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G3reaHMqnQE/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ShHech9KLEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G3reaHMqnQE/s400/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337291615143341122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyla Marie was born May 8, 2009 weighing 6 pounds and 15 oz. 20 and a half inches long at 3:09pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My delivery story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things did not go as planned. My contractions started at 3:36am on Thursday morning 5/7/09. Called Momma Haize (my Doula) after an hour when we realized that they were not stopping.  I tried to lay back down and relax but that was not happening.  Woke up my mom around 8. She got up fixed gritts and eggs for me. lol Put on some music so I can dance out the pain. Did the stanky leg which both my boyfriend and friends got a big kick out of. Went to the pool.  And yes the contractions are still coming 5 mins apart.  We stayed at the house til about 6:30 that evening and then I could not take it anymore and we went to the hospital.  Only to find out I was only 1cm dilated. What! ahhhhhhh so we decide to stay at the hospital after a hard desision.  After some drugs from a hot doctor.  I go to sleep and get a little bit of rest.  My doctor comes in to see me in the morning. I have now dilated 4cm, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After laying there, and eating ice chips, talking and praying that the baby drops and I would dilate. I get all the way up to 8 and a half cm and stayed there for 3 hours. My doctor comes in to check me and I am now at 7cm. I swelled to the point where now I was going backward. He looked at me and said "you know what we have to do."  I cried and cried and was so scared.  They prep me for a c-section.  Minutes later I was looking at my princess.  I am still in a lot of pain. On 8 weeks of light bedrest. But when I look at this little girl I forget for a second the pain I am feeling and I just smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4208409446934936107?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4208409446934936107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4208409446934936107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4208409446934936107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4208409446934936107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/05/skyla-is-born.html' title='Skyla is born!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ShHec7LG3DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-XVPqixrpic/s72-c/IMG_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-1428306729781985576</id><published>2009-05-07T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:36:17.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Labor!</title><content type='html'>Labor pains started at 4am this morning.  I am staying at home as long as possible until I have to go to the hospital. Waiting on my Doula. Just ate a plate of grits and eggs cooked by my momma.  Not gonna act like it does not hurt because even though the contractions are only lasting 30 seconds right now it is no joke........contraction.........ok that is all I can type write now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-1428306729781985576?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/1428306729781985576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=1428306729781985576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1428306729781985576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1428306729781985576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-labor.html' title='In Labor!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-2589470842731932484</id><published>2009-05-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:38:00.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Pics Week 36, 37,39</title><content type='html'>WEEK 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4o0pmzg6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/fNXoscPTpgc/s1600-h/IMG_4385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4o0pmzg6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/fNXoscPTpgc/s400/IMG_4385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331743893840167842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEK 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4o0zYoseI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Nb3s1KY9QlQ/s1600-h/IMG_4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4o0zYoseI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Nb3s1KY9QlQ/s400/IMG_4402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331743896465093090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEK 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4o1NsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WXYfc6MwBCE/s1600-h/IMG_4405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4o1NsHIbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WXYfc6MwBCE/s400/IMG_4405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331743903526101426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-2589470842731932484?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/2589470842731932484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=2589470842731932484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2589470842731932484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2589470842731932484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/05/belly-pics-week-36-3739.html' title='Belly Pics Week 36, 37,39'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4o0pmzg6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/fNXoscPTpgc/s72-c/IMG_4385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-6537429560660978692</id><published>2009-05-04T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:30:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mommy is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4n0Sv8SDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vIM7fChGcpk/s1600-h/IMG_4410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4n0Sv8SDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vIM7fChGcpk/s400/IMG_4410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331742788192847922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom arrived April 30th.  I was so nervous that Skyla was going to come before she got here. Now the only thing I am nervous about is Maurice being finished his job that he procrastinated on.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going great. The nursery is almost done and she has more then enough things thanks to all of my amazing friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-6537429560660978692?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/6537429560660978692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=6537429560660978692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6537429560660978692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6537429560660978692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mommy-is-here.html' title='My Mommy is Here!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sf4n0Sv8SDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vIM7fChGcpk/s72-c/IMG_4410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-200981697651678964</id><published>2009-05-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:23:33.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Days of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbckokomo.org/40_days_logo_red.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 823px; height: 602px;" src="http://www.cbckokomo.org/40_days_logo_red.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been researching facts about being a mother and what is good for my baby. I kept reading about spending 40 days with your baby. I did not fully understand it until one of my yoga teachers brought it up in class. I want to explain it on here since I know a lot of my friends dont understand why I am doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40 day bond is spending the first 40 days of your baby's life with very little contact by anyone other then the father of the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your child is getting to know you and you are getting to know your child.&lt;br /&gt;* The first 40 days are days in which will start to know their habits and to start them on a schedule. &lt;br /&gt;* They only know you so you dont want them to be passed around from person to person. &lt;br /&gt;* The baby's organs such as her heart and lung learnt how to work by mimicking mine work. So I have to have her as close to me         as possible as much as I can.  This is cutting the chances of SIDS in half.  &lt;br /&gt;* They are more susceptible to germs and getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;* We will never get this time back when she is completely pure and innocent and straight from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this I thought it was an amazing idea. I have recieved messages from a couple of friends being upset about this, however, I dont care are all. Not to be mean but it is our child and if we want to enjoy her first moments on earth we have every right to it.  I am not saying that we would not appreciate your help, but help is not coming over and holding the baby while I clean the house. However, we would appreciate a meal being dropped off or offering to go to the market, or just a sweet email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take this as us being protective but just wanted to really enjoy our new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-200981697651678964?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/200981697651678964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=200981697651678964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/200981697651678964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/200981697651678964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/05/40-days.html' title='40 Days of Love'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-1032093709160387749</id><published>2009-05-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:30:00.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Natal Yoga at Golden Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amusicaltributetothegiftoflife.org/images/auction/golden_bridge_yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 223px;" src="http://www.amusicaltributetothegiftoflife.org/images/auction/golden_bridge_yoga.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to a Yoga Studio called Golden Bridge Yoga and this place is amazing. It is not your LA type of Yoga it is real meditation and spiritual healing yoga. We sing to our babies and do stretches to massage our babies and to help us in labor.  Not only do we do Yoga they actually care about you as a person. They ask about how you are feeling mentally.  I feel so calm when I leave there.  They have a full cafe with all vegan food, also a coffee and sweet parts, along with tons of books, cd's, oils and clothing,  There is also a wellness center where they have all different kinds of massages and healing services.  The place is not just for pre-natal, they have all different types of yoga and meditation classes. I highly recommend everyone go there to clear their head, you will learn a lot about your self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.goldenbridgeyoga.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-1032093709160387749?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/1032093709160387749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=1032093709160387749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1032093709160387749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1032093709160387749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-natal-yoga-at-golden-bridge.html' title='Pre-Natal Yoga at Golden Bridge'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-2351041909899408461</id><published>2009-05-01T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:02:37.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My NEW Car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A1504/150490/300_150490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 183px;" src="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A1504/150490/300_150490.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter from Ford telling me about their buy back plan. So Maurice and I decided to see that they had to offer. After being their for about 5 hours, and Maurice missing his Laker game, I drove home with a brand new fully loaded limited edition Ford Escape. I miss my Mustang but I do love my new car.  The mustang will be back....it will be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-2351041909899408461?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/2351041909899408461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=2351041909899408461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2351041909899408461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2351041909899408461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-car.html' title='My NEW Car!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7177017644848882439</id><published>2009-04-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:20:00.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQBTMeytII/AAAAAAAAALw/V2Zb8-gH2Yw/s1600-h/me+and+maurice+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQBTMeytII/AAAAAAAAALw/V2Zb8-gH2Yw/s400/me+and+maurice+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324382088738288770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that is feels good to be in LOVE. When I moved here to Los Angeles from Maryland I never thought I would ever meet anyone that I would fall this hard for. I had the worst dates ever. Some to the point where I thought I was being punked. I just knew that I would forever be single because LA guys are soooo wack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some issues that me and my girl friends have faced dating "LA MEN":&lt;br /&gt;*They can not DRESS at all &lt;br /&gt;* No Swagger &lt;br /&gt;* usually no job&lt;br /&gt;* more into themselves then anything&lt;br /&gt;* does not pay for a date&lt;br /&gt;* does not open doors&lt;br /&gt;* pony tails&lt;br /&gt;* no confidence&lt;br /&gt;* no college &lt;br /&gt;* dont want to settle down&lt;br /&gt;* young minded&lt;br /&gt;* no goals&lt;br /&gt;* club hoppers and they are grown men&lt;br /&gt;* Most dont know that they are gay&lt;br /&gt;* Or know they are gay but still trying to play the straight roll &lt;br /&gt;* Never left the west coast even to visit&lt;br /&gt;* wear winter clothes in the spring (now that is for the girls too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more but I need to stop so I dont hurt the feelings of my LA male friends that read my blog. Sorry yall but yall know I am right on this one. And yes my man is from LA but has the swagger of someone from the east coast and he is the FIRST and ONLY LA man I met out here that has east coast swagger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice and I are exciting for our baby.  I fall harder and harder for him everyday.  I never thought I would ever feel like this for anyone. Of course like any relationship we have our ups and downs but through it all he is my rock and the one I plan to spend the rest of my life with.  I love you baby! (dont f*c* up now that I have pumped you up lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7177017644848882439?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7177017644848882439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7177017644848882439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7177017644848882439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7177017644848882439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Love!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQBTMeytII/AAAAAAAAALw/V2Zb8-gH2Yw/s72-c/me+and+maurice+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5992712116540806737</id><published>2009-04-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:20:01.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQFbJ48reI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4RhZb8K-KR8/s1600-h/IMG_4384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQFbJ48reI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4RhZb8K-KR8/s400/IMG_4384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386623528152546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQFa7wx-3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Z8tlwIokRGw/s1600-h/IMG_4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQFa7wx-3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Z8tlwIokRGw/s400/IMG_4379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386619735800690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQFbWZq45I/AAAAAAAAAMI/zV6FDAbOl7w/s1600-h/IMG_4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQFbWZq45I/AAAAAAAAAMI/zV6FDAbOl7w/s400/IMG_4380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386626886624146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Easter. I went to church with Deven (my soon to be step son). After church I came home and took a nap, while he played on the Playstation.  Then after him and Maurice played a few games we all got dressed to go to our friend Chris and Bryan's house for a Easter BBQ and Egg hunt. It was great. Deven left with tons of Easter candy and tired and dirty from playing with their bad ass dog Miles. He was sleep as soon as he got into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close friends and food, who could ask for anything more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5992712116540806737?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5992712116540806737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5992712116540806737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5992712116540806737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5992712116540806737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-easter.html' title='My Easter'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SeQFbJ48reI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4RhZb8K-KR8/s72-c/IMG_4384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-2966222114349757255</id><published>2009-04-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:20:00.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11th Doc App</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/images/product/14512_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.uncommongoods.com/images/product/14512_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I go to the doctor and it started out the same. 4/14/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get weighed: 138 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Pee in a Cup&lt;br /&gt;Blood Pressure: Normal&lt;br /&gt;Measure my tummy&lt;br /&gt;Hear the baby's heart beat: Perfectly healthy and normal (Deven my soon to be step son got to hear it today for the first time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doctor comes in and asks the normal questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling? Fine&lt;br /&gt;Is she moving a lot? Yes, a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;Have you been stretching and walking? everyday (I have been shopping a lot so I am getting a lot of the walking done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he puts on the rubber gloves and sticks his finger inside me to check to see if I started dilating yet. This hurts me like crazy and it should not. So now he has a puzzled look on his face and his concerned why this is hurting me so bad.  Then he goes out the room and grab a long thin stick to get a test from deep inside. This did not feel great either by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am a little worried. My doctor does not know why I am in so much pain and either do I? I'll keep ya posted on what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say many prayers that I have a quick, safe and painless birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-2966222114349757255?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/2966222114349757255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=2966222114349757255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2966222114349757255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2966222114349757255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/04/11th-doc-app.html' title='11th Doc App'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-1298260254164204318</id><published>2009-04-12T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:20:00.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kimandkarina.com/Happy_Easter_Bunny_0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://kimandkarina.com/Happy_Easter_Bunny_0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-1298260254164204318?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/1298260254164204318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=1298260254164204318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1298260254164204318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1298260254164204318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-9038585201121891200</id><published>2009-04-10T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:17:33.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 35 Belly Pic!</title><content type='html'>I am posting a week 35 belly picture. This was taken before the High Society Shower but I am slow at getting pictures up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2XJWpoyTI/AAAAAAAAALo/800SEm_QQK0/s1600-h/belly+pic+week+35%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2XJWpoyTI/AAAAAAAAALo/800SEm_QQK0/s320/belly+pic+week+35%3F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322576521576630578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after prenatal yoga that is why I look a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well with me. It is getting harder to move around.  Bending over and getting up from chairs are annoying. She is still moving like crazy unlike what all of the books say. (they say that at this point she will not have that much room to move, however I have a dancer inside of me and she is dancing up a storm) I have little pains here and there but only when it is time to go to the bathroom or when I have walked too much.  I am trying to rest a lot more. Maurice has been very good at helping me out and making me rest.  Yes he has to make me because I am such a busy body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-9038585201121891200?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/9038585201121891200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=9038585201121891200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/9038585201121891200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/9038585201121891200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-posting-week-35-belly-picture.html' title='Week 35 Belly Pic!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2XJWpoyTI/AAAAAAAAALo/800SEm_QQK0/s72-c/belly+pic+week+35%3F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-2942050366764589379</id><published>2009-04-09T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:05:00.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Showers! Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2UQzSaFEI/AAAAAAAAALI/2KyB16Klev4/s1600-h/IMG_4340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2UQzSaFEI/AAAAAAAAALI/2KyB16Klev4/s320/IMG_4340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322573350988026946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures from the "High Society" Theme shower (big hats, dresses and pearls.). This was filled will mostly my lovely sorority sister of Alpha Kappa Alpha and the fly Mocha Moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2URQjbPkI/AAAAAAAAALg/LcYGobpPFQw/s1600-h/IMG_4320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2URQjbPkI/AAAAAAAAALg/LcYGobpPFQw/s320/IMG_4320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322573358844034626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2URLvs-nI/AAAAAAAAALY/YuhhmWyAy0w/s1600-h/angie+and+I+bs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2URLvs-nI/AAAAAAAAALY/YuhhmWyAy0w/s320/angie+and+I+bs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322573357553351282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2URM3XsgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GjwnokpZmGk/s1600-h/IMG_4324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2URM3XsgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GjwnokpZmGk/s320/IMG_4324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322573357853946370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-2942050366764589379?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/2942050366764589379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=2942050366764589379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2942050366764589379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2942050366764589379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-showers-part-2.html' title='Baby Showers! Part 2'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd2UQzSaFEI/AAAAAAAAALI/2KyB16Klev4/s72-c/IMG_4340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4009420554813854765</id><published>2009-04-08T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:58:48.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Showers! Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SdrfLKKzb7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/BFa0xN2Ofsg/s1600-h/sign+bs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SdrfLKKzb7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/BFa0xN2Ofsg/s200/sign+bs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321811292492885938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to thank my amazing friends Tarsha, Derrick, Adrienne and Quiana for throwing me not one but two baby showers. I was blessed with 70-75 guests that came to shower me with love and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I took time to return lots of gifts. lol Not because I did not like them but because I received lots of duplicate gifts. Many guests did not check their gift off of the registry, but that is ok because it went to a credit on my gift cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends are asking what do I need or what can they get me since they did not make the shower. I only really need gift cards because I have to buy a couple of big ticket items. Sorry if that does not seem cool like I was told by one of my friends but unless you want to buy the $200 walker, $300 stroller, $200 baby monitor, $200 Pack and Play, or $150 crib sheet set then be my guest. But since it is a recession I would gladly take a gift card from Baby R Us/Toys r Us or Target.  (most of those items are at Babies r Us/Toys R Us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SdrfLDk50qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mOyhHNAVPb8/s1600-h/maurice+and+I+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SdrfLDk50qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mOyhHNAVPb8/s200/maurice+and+I+gifts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321811290723308194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SdrfK3U89SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HjA9mhBwPh4/s1600-h/group+bs+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SdrfK3U89SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HjA9mhBwPh4/s200/group+bs+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321811287435179298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SdrfK_WLmwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EUfQIA9Aotc/s1600-h/coco,+me,+ad+BS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SdrfK_WLmwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EUfQIA9Aotc/s200/coco,+me,+ad+BS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321811289587817218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd0BuVLfKaI/AAAAAAAAALA/WYB78Sfr7jk/s1600-h/IMG_4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd0BuVLfKaI/AAAAAAAAALA/WYB78Sfr7jk/s200/IMG_4238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322412230092728738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd0Bt59W69I/AAAAAAAAAK4/qWIhxmJOZbc/s1600-h/IMG_4218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sd0Bt59W69I/AAAAAAAAAK4/qWIhxmJOZbc/s200/IMG_4218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322412222785711058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shower was co-ed and the second was mainly sorority sisters and mocha moms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4009420554813854765?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4009420554813854765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4009420554813854765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4009420554813854765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4009420554813854765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-showers-part-1.html' title='Baby Showers! Part 1'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SdrfLKKzb7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/BFa0xN2Ofsg/s72-c/sign+bs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7795049436117040442</id><published>2009-04-07T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:05:00.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc App 9 &amp; 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nus.sg/registrar/images/bulletintabs/18update.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 338px;" src="http://nus.sg/registrar/images/bulletintabs/18update.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see I am playing catch up. lol I have been soooo busy with getting the showers together and moving that I forget to update my blog. Well everything is going well with me. The baby is growing at the pace she should be growing at. I currently weigh 136 pounds as of today April 6th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;*I am currently going to pre-natal yoga to relax and get ready for the big day. &lt;br /&gt;*We have moved and unpacked into our new spot, which we both love&lt;br /&gt;*Still getting the last touches for the nursery and for Skyla's arrival. (I can not believe I have a nursery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. Tomorrow's entry will be pictures from the baby showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep us in your prayers for a fast and safe delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7795049436117040442?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7795049436117040442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7795049436117040442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7795049436117040442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7795049436117040442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/04/doc-app-9-10.html' title='Doc App 9 &amp; 10'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4743221254192805494</id><published>2009-03-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:05:00.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found the car I would like to have.</title><content type='html'>After looking at different cars and finding out that my car is very unsafe for my child to ride in because their is no middle seat so if God forbid I have someone in the passenger seat and if I have an accident their seat could smash the car seat. Also I took a mocha mom and her child home with a car seat and her seat had to be pulled all the way forward and the seat back had to be a little forward, which was super uncomfortable. Her knees were touching my dash and she is a small women.  So that was all I needed to see to know I need a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went car shopping with my friend Terrisha and I looked at a lot of SUV's since I thought I did not like a car that was not a convertible.  And I refuse to get a soccer mom car.  She suggested tons of cars, I was so surprised that she knew so much about cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found the car that I want but we will see if I can actually get it. It is the LEXUS GS. It is too cute. It is an adult car. I would not look like I am fresh off of the plane from Maryland and had to get a LA convertible. And it comes with a lot of bells and whistles standard. Check out the picture. This is the color I want too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ScBqwpt64WI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fR4aq-UGeh4/s1600-h/g_ext11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ScBqwpt64WI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fR4aq-UGeh4/s400/g_ext11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314364944361906530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4743221254192805494?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4743221254192805494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4743221254192805494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4743221254192805494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4743221254192805494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-car-i-would-like-to-have.html' title='I Found the car I would like to have.'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ScBqwpt64WI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fR4aq-UGeh4/s72-c/g_ext11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3479529876857511002</id><published>2009-03-19T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:05:00.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We found a new place! Dare to be Domestic I need you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmRhcmV0b2JlZG9tZXN0aWMudHlwZXBhZC5jb20="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.derrickjohnson.net/banner/myspace_flyer3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo happy. We are no longer looking for an apartment. We found a three bedroom/two bath in Woodland Hills where we live now which has one of the best school systems in California. Which is important because Deven (Maurice's 10 year old son will be moving in with us starting July).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment building is large (a little too large for my liking but it is way cheaper then where we live now. I will miss my stainless steel appliances, bay doors, my bathroom, office, mountain view and 350 extra square feet. wow that is a lot. lol But we are gaining a baby room which I can not wait to get with DARE TO BE DOMESTIC and get it done.  An amazing gym and pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move in April 1st. So who ever is down to help we really need it since I can not lift anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3479529876857511002?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3479529876857511002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3479529876857511002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3479529876857511002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3479529876857511002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-found-new-place-dare-to-be-domestic.html' title='We found a new place! Dare to be Domestic I need you!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-6889184057931906148</id><published>2009-03-18T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:05:00.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor's Appointment #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.staffsunion.com/asset/event/6004/StPatricksDay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 486px; height: 552px;" src="http://www.staffsunion.com/asset/event/6004/StPatricksDay2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On St. Patty day AKA Lucky's Holiday (since I am a leprechaun).  I went to see my new doctor.  That is actually treating me like I should be treated. Found out that I should not even have been paying a co-pay because of my insurance, my old doctor was treating me like I had an HMO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going great with me and the baby. I weight 133 which is just one pound up from last week.  He told me to get back into dance classes which made me smile since I am going crazy. I also start pre-natal yoga on friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well, no complaints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-6889184057931906148?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/6889184057931906148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=6889184057931906148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6889184057931906148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6889184057931906148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/03/doctors-appointment-8.html' title='Doctor&apos;s Appointment #8'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-332677490840874361</id><published>2009-03-12T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:05:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Pregnancy Pictures Week 31 of pregnancy</title><content type='html'>One of my good friends Karen offered to shoot me and Maurice as her gift to us for the baby.  This was a big deal because she is amazing photographer and just getting an appointment with her is hard.  Her specialty are Lifestyle photos but she does everything. We had the best time with her and I would recommend her if you need headshots, baby pictures, wedding pictures...anything. She is GOOD!  She will give you a discount if you say that I sent you, so feel free to drop my name. www.karenchristensenphotos.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of the pictures she took of us. Some need to be touched up so I will post them later. So these pictures are all raw. And you will see NO stretch marks.....lets hope that stays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcpwwnff1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/WP4ynALAZNw/s1600-h/me+and+maurice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcpwwnff1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/WP4ynALAZNw/s400/me+and+maurice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311760203167792978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcu4QGg9CI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ahq9n5fq620/s1600-h/me+and+maurice+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcu4QGg9CI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ahq9n5fq620/s400/me+and+maurice+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765829436634146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcu4AITnHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/beED88vygKo/s1600-h/me+and+mauice+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcu4AITnHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/beED88vygKo/s400/me+and+mauice+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765825149181042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcu3mOpkBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5ryzKIpQUDU/s1600-h/me+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcu3mOpkBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5ryzKIpQUDU/s400/me+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765818196463634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcu3ekp9jI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hKEWu-O9hEk/s1600-h/me+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcu3ekp9jI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hKEWu-O9hEk/s400/me+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765816141280818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-332677490840874361?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/332677490840874361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=332677490840874361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/332677490840874361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/332677490840874361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/03/professional-pregnancy-pictures-week-31.html' title='Professional Pregnancy Pictures Week 31 of pregnancy'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/Sbcpwwnff1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/WP4ynALAZNw/s72-c/me+and+maurice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-1991120933297228662</id><published>2009-03-11T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:05:00.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Doctor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.regna.nu/img/gallery/c/doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 545px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.regna.nu/img/gallery/c/doctor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is "I love my new doctor." He is amazing. Yes I said "he" because I was really against having a male doctor but he is funny and focused on how I was doing and getting to know me, which was a big change since the doc I had was quick and distant.  He has a Irish accent which makes things funny because of how he says things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maurice and I sat in his office and just talked. I also meet with him next week just so we can talk and get to know each other. Finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also he said that I should be working out unlike the other doctors orders. The scary thing is that he did an exam that showed I have a small pelvis area which might mean C-section which I DONT want. So he told me exercises to do to help that.  And told me to have lots of sex but that was a joke, he said the sex will not hurt nor help it. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am a happy girl! Weighing in at a big 132 pounds. Check in tomorrow for my professional pregnancy pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-1991120933297228662?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/1991120933297228662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=1991120933297228662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1991120933297228662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1991120933297228662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-doctor.html' title='New Doctor!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8744600352559501530</id><published>2009-03-05T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:05:00.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://206.47.170.43/channels/images/happy-face-istock-456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 456px; height: 305px;" src="http://206.47.170.43/channels/images/happy-face-istock-456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to thank everyone for their phone calls and emails finding out if I am ok.  It feels good to know that I have great friends and support.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;: Since I was put on the light bed rest Skyla has grown almost double in two weeks. She is exactly where she needs to be. She is VERY active. At any time of the day you can see my stomach jumping around. She is definitely a dancer or as my Best Freak Friends call her, "Baby Beat Freak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: I left my doctor's office and is now with a doctor with a private practice.  He came highly recommended from my dula (kinda like a mid wife/birthing coach) .  The funny thing is that I was the 2nd girl to come to them from my old doctor. I meet with him for the first time on Tuesday March 10th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;: Ugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I feel great. Sleeping is VERY hard.  Since I am told to sleep on my left, I can only start off on my right and then move to my left. Peeing has gotten more frequent, and don't make me laugh cause I am liable to pee on myself.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;: Maurice and I are doing very well. He loves to talk to my stomach and tell Skyla to kick me lol.  She reacts to his voice and touch every time.  He is working hard on trying to get things in place for her arrival. We have also decided to move.  I found a cute apt today that I really like, dont like the location but I love the inside so we will see.  Showing Maurice tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8744600352559501530?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8744600352559501530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8744600352559501530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8744600352559501530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8744600352559501530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-298822077712937795</id><published>2009-02-24T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:05:00.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc app'/><title type='text'>Bad Doctors Experience Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s153/BeautifulButterfly06/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 447px; height: 461px;" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s153/BeautifulButterfly06/tears.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to see the doctor I collect myself. Dry my eyes and try to compose myself.  I go up to see his doctor. (Ironically my doctor and his doctor have the same exact room number and floor.)  I am telling the ladies at the desk who I was refered by and what my problem was at my doctors office. Then I go into saying that I have only heard amazing things about Dr. S (his doctor) and I would love to transfer over to this office. So they are both saying what a great doctor he is and so it this guy standing behind them.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They ask what insurance I had I am I feel like I am pitching a movie idea. I am telling them that I am healthy and I have no problems and I just want a doctor to take care of me and my baby. I am now shaking and my eyes are starting to water because I can feel the way this is going. They said Dr. S does not take any tranfer patients. I start to beg because I have nothing. I have never felt so helpless. They ask how far along I was and I say that I am 7 months. Still pitching myself at any chance I can get.  Then the guy behind them that was also involved in the convo says "I would not be able to deliver you anyway I will be on vacation." I says, "You are the doctor that we have been talking about all of this time." I breakdown. I feel that everyone is taking me as a joke. I have a freaking life inside of me and you want to play games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave out the room crying harder then ever.  I had to sit on the side of the building because I could not walk I was so upset at how my day was going. I finally get through to Maurice and I could not stop crying he is getting scared because he does not know why I am crying but he does know I had to go to the doctors. He calms me down. And I sit and think of what is my next step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I am stilling trying to get understanding of what is going on at my doctors office because I am 7 months no one new will take me as of now but I am still looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-298822077712937795?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/298822077712937795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=298822077712937795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/298822077712937795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/298822077712937795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-doctors-experience-part-2.html' title='Bad Doctors Experience Part 2'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7079899333533528609</id><published>2009-02-23T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:05:00.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc app'/><title type='text'>Bad Doctors Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll37/SLStephenson/tears/tears-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 447px; height: 461px;" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll37/SLStephenson/tears/tears-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Wednesday Feb 18 was one of the worst days I have ever had at the doctors. Since Maurice was out of town I went to this one by myself thinking it was be as normal as any other one. Boy was I wrong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrive at the office at 1:45 my appointment is at 2pm (im always on time)  I look for my doctor's clip board to sign-in and I dont see her name.  I ask the girl at the desk for my doctor's clipboard and she tells me that she is on medical leave. I asked her when was I going to be told then she of-course says she called me, which did not happen. So I asked who am I seeing she says. Linda a Nurse Practitioner. I am now confused because they can not deliver babies so why would I see her.  A little upset I sit down and wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look around to notice a lot of other sad and angry looking pregnant women in the room so I ask the lady next to me who was her OB with tears in her eyes she tells me that she does not know. She is due in two weeks and has no clue who is going to deliver her baby.  She starts to tell me that she has seen 5 different doctors through out her whole pregnancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to find out that my doctor was pregnant. If I had of known I would have never picked her because she is further along then me so there would be no way she could deliver me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my name is called and I go back in the room. I get weighed (129) and I wait. and wait and wait. for a freaking hour. Normally I am in and out in 15 minutes. I leave the room and ask if I have been forgotten about and they  said that "He" will be in. I said I thought I was seeing Linda they said no we switched you to Dr. Cho. AHHHHH Now Im getting more upset because I feel like no one knows what is going on. I call my brother and talk to him, while I am trying not to break down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the doctor walks in. I tell him what I have been going through and ask if he is going to deliver me. He says he does not know he is only subbing for the day. ahhhhhhhhhh So he quickly lets me hear Skyla's heartbeat and asks me if I have any questions. So I bust out my paper. But half of my questions dont not matter because it is up to my doctor and since I dont have a freaking doctor I can not get my questions answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, he did kind of reassure me with one thing. The doctor that put me on baby aspirin and bedrest does that to every one is his patients. He showed me my tests and it showed that everything is ok.  Nothing read abnormal.  He said that doctor does that for the insurance money. So it is good to know that I am ok but sucks to know that I was being taken advantage of and I have been worrying for nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exam was over and he says make an appointment to comeback in two weeks. I go to the desk and the girl asks "Who do you want to see?" I said "my doctor" she said "You dont have one yet." Then I said, "Well who am I seeing." She said "Who ever you want to see."  I storm out of the room crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to call Maurice but his phone is dead and that is making me more upset because I just need to hear him tell me that everything will be ok.  I am crying so hard that I can not drive. My friend Jason calls me and tells me to go around the corner and talk to the OB that delivered his son.  I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrows blog will have that horrible story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7079899333533528609?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7079899333533528609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7079899333533528609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7079899333533528609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7079899333533528609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-doctors-experience.html' title='Bad Doctors Experience'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll37/SLStephenson/tears/th_tears-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-9032185404682095171</id><published>2009-02-17T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:05:01.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Work on Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.revoptom.com/osc/105150/bloodwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 363px;" src="http://www.revoptom.com/osc/105150/bloodwork.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 7am on a saturday morning to go to the blood center to give more blood. I sign in then I am given what tasted like sprite without the bubbles to drink. Then I am told to wait for an hour then they can take my blood. It was for a glucose reading so the spirit tasting stuff I guess helps them read what they are looking for.  Also I was told that I was not allowed to eat the night before or the morning of.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse gives me my usual baby needle to take the blood. I hate pain. Boy do I got a lot of pain a head of me but I am TRYING not to think about it.  The nurse also tells me about how exciting it is for a woman to have a little girl. She told me that her daughter is her best friend. I feel the same way about my mom so I hope Skyla sees me the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go back home and crawl back into bed with Maurice. We sleep til 1pm (I never sleep that late).  I tried to get up and felt dizzy instantly. Maurice told me to lay back down and he brought me crackers and water.  So maybe the spirit stuff had some effect on me also I had not eaten since 7pm the night before.  After another 2 hours I was able to get up and eat food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of our Valentine's day was spent watching the All Star activities and then going to Ketchup for drinks and light food with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-9032185404682095171?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/9032185404682095171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=9032185404682095171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/9032185404682095171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/9032185404682095171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-work-on-valentines-day.html' title='Blood Work on Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8600845153276426595</id><published>2009-02-16T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:13:04.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc app'/><title type='text'>Light Bed Rest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SZjsLvprDbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TN41SEA_woc/s1600-h/IMG_4173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SZjsLvprDbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TN41SEA_woc/s200/IMG_4173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303248247742729650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes on Feb 12 I went to see my ultrasound specialist for a follow up.  (my doctor sends all of her patients to a specialist to make sure that things are going well) Anyway, after waiting in the waiting room for about 3o minutes Maurice and I walked into the dark ultrasound room.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laid on the table and the assistant up the warm gel on my stomach. They gave me my glasses. (the glasses are basically so I can see close up of what is on the screen. Super High tech.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he does the measuring of her and they are doing there doctor talk back and forth. Then I kept hearing the word "abnormal." Tears start to roll down my eyes. Maurice touches my arm because he hearing what I hear. I ask the doctor is everything ok. He says that he will explain after the exam is over. So everything is going through my head. My tears pick up because I just want her to be healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the exam. He tells me that Skyla is not growing as fast as he would like her to be.  He said it is an easy and quick fix.  It is very common in small active women.  Basically he said he is catching it before it becomes a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told BED REST. This scared me because I am not ready for her to come so if I am on bedrest I can not get things together. Then he explained the type of bedrest. I am on limited bedrest which means I have to lay down for 2-3 hours everyday. I dont have to sleep if I dont want to just lay there.  But on my left side, which is also the side I can only sleep on. I can only turn onto my right for a short time. I need to ask why my left being that that is what every doctor, internet site, and friends that have had babies all say left. I know that on your back is very dangerous for me and the baby because blood is not flowing to either of us, but I dont know the left side thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The resting is fine. Probably should be doing that anyway. I am willing to do what it take to make sure that she is healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep us in your prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8600845153276426595?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8600845153276426595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8600845153276426595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8600845153276426595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8600845153276426595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/02/light-bed-rest.html' title='Light Bed Rest!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SZjsLvprDbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TN41SEA_woc/s72-c/IMG_4173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7500243013095672702</id><published>2009-02-04T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:20:03.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the last days in my car...</title><content type='html'>For all of you that live out here in California, you know that I drive a sweet Mustang convertible. (pic of my car but mine is not a GT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.canadiandriver.com/photos/2006/ford/mustang/06gt_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://www.canadiandriver.com/photos/2006/ford/mustang/06gt_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been around 80 degrees here lately (sorry east coasters lol)  So I am enjoying time with my top down, another reason I am enjoying time with my top down is that once I have the baby no more top down.  If you have ever been in a back seat of a convertible it is hell. You eat wind.  And either way I would never put my child in a car seat with the top down....too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Maurice and I have been looking and what kind of car do I want to trade my car in for. My favorite car is a mustang and I can still drive it but I would not be able to use the convertible top.  I do not plan on buying a car right now....not unless the price is right. And what I mean my right is 0 down and my payments to be cheaper or the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no JR I will not have a corny soccer mom type car. I still have an image to uphold lol. I have been look at the Hummer H3. It is a baby hummer &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.knfilters.com/images/press/hummer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 750px; height: 564px;" src="http://www.knfilters.com/images/press/hummer1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is cute and they are really cheap right now. I have also been looking at the Range Rover.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imagesnet.net/data/media/28/2006%20Arden%20Range%20Rover%20AR05%20(a).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://www.imagesnet.net/data/media/28/2006%20Arden%20Range%20Rover%20AR05%20(a).jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But that might not be in my price range.  There is not one car out there that I like that fits a stroller and a car seat the only cars I like are sports cars.  Or a Bentley &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carzi.com/wp-content/uploads/bentley-zagato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 352px;" src="http://www.carzi.com/wp-content/uploads/bentley-zagato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dont think I am there yet. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7500243013095672702?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7500243013095672702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7500243013095672702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7500243013095672702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7500243013095672702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/02/enjoying-last-days-in-my-car.html' title='Enjoying the last days in my car...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8396549423350107889</id><published>2009-02-03T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:20:00.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ER Scare #2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://summerworks.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/emergency_room_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 551px; height: 369px;" src="http://summerworks.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/emergency_room_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Super Bowl Sunday we met up with about 10 friends and went to watch the game at Club Sushi in Hollywood with my old agent. (he is the best at throwing parties) Everything was great. My clients from Japan came and really enjoyed themselves. Oh by the way I told them that I was pregnant on friday 1/30/09 and they had no clue. lol So my big sweatshirts were working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we all at the same amazing dish of this cajun chicken pasta and all had lots of desserts thanks to my friend AD flirting with the very cute sushi chef "BEAR" Yes that was his name. Anyway I was having small pains on the left side of my chest right under my breast but I just thought that maybe Skyla was in a weird spot. So the pain would come and go. Sometimes stronger then others.  It was nothing that I could not stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my STEELERS win we head home.  On the way home the pains in my chest started to grow stronger and stronger and now into my back. It was so strong I had to pull over and have Maurice drive.  (I hate his driving so I like to drive every where so you know this was bad)  We were both getting scared because we did not know exactly what is was. He ask, "Are you have contractions?" I said "No" Then he said "How do you know you never had them before?" I was like crap your right...I dont know. So I call my friend Tarsha.  She tells me to go to the hospital just to make sure everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the hospital I was in tears and could barely walk from the pain. They check me in and hook me up to all kinds of machines. They determine that the baby is ok. But they dont know what is wrong with me. Mean while the pain is coming and going getting stronger and stronger each time.  They ask if I want pain killers but I said no. (I only want pain killers when I am in labor and since I was not going into labor I am not putting Skyla at risk) So I ride it out.  My amazing boyfriend was their rubbing my back and making sure they got me blankets and such. He was scared I know but he was calm telling me that "baby everything will be ok and I love you." I really love this man. ok enough goo goo gaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor comes in to see me and gives me Malanta to drink and said it might be intergestion, but she is not sure. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! She is guessing. The pains. So after the pains went away I just asked to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this day we are still not exactly sure what was causing the pains.  I called my doctor today and they were closed so I have to wait until tomorrow to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8396549423350107889?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8396549423350107889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8396549423350107889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8396549423350107889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8396549423350107889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/02/er-scare-2.html' title='ER Scare #2!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5018265865108232334</id><published>2009-01-29T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:05:01.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeding gums'/><title type='text'>The baby is affecting my teeth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rjdevine.com/images/sayCheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 412px;" src="http://www.rjdevine.com/images/sayCheese.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor told me that I need to go to the denist to get my teeth cleaned because the baby can affect my teeth and gums. I was like ok another person to take my co-pay.  However, she was right. Just recently my gums started to bleed when I brushed my teeth.  This had never happened before. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the most amazing dentist his office. There were massage chairs in the waiting room it was modern, funky and can you believe my insurance picked them.  Everyone in the office was so nice and he seemed to love digging in my mouth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went on to tell me that when you are pregnant the baby takes your calcium and it affects your teeth.  My friend just called me yesterday to tell me that she has to now get too teeth pulled because of her pregnancy.  wow! That is why your suppose to drink lots of milk (real cow milk for you soy, goat or weird milk drinkers)  I drink tons of milk even before the baby. I don't have the calcium problem so far but my gums were bleeding because they're caused by higher progesterone levels, which make my gums react more to the bacteria in plaque, and by an increased blood supply in my mouth. This so-called pregnancy gingivitis affects about half of pregnant women. He made them bleed even more so the swelling would go down and then he said they should be fine. I didnt realize all that was going on in my mouth.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5018265865108232334?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5018265865108232334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5018265865108232334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5018265865108232334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5018265865108232334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-is-affecting-my-teeth.html' title='The baby is affecting my teeth?'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-9218630299766185652</id><published>2009-01-28T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:51:01.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strollers'/><title type='text'>What stroller to get?</title><content type='html'>I am now at the point where I have registered both at Target and Babies R Us, however, there are 2 very important items that I have not put on either list yet. The CAR SEAT and the STROLLER!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no clue that there were soooo many choices. I put a posting on my Mocha Moms message board and asked what their favorite strollers were.  So after over 40 responses of Moms telling me about ALL different kinds of strollers here are the top ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Orbit: This is celebrity stroller. It is know as the heaviest stroller on the market but this one caught my eye.  It rotates so you can either look at the baby or have it sideways or facing forward.  Car seat adapter so it snaps right on into the car. However, you have to buy a separate toddler seat when the baby gets bigger. I will have a personal review on this one tomorrow. I am going to my friend's house and she uses this one with her baby. This stroller runs around $1,300. (this is the one that they side I did not need. They said babies grow too fast to spend that much money on a stroller)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/Orbit%20Infant%20Stroller%20System.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 384px;" src="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/Orbit%20Infant%20Stroller%20System.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Graco traveling system: This is the most popular name you might know. But to me this is the one that looks the dirtiest fastest because of the plastic and fabric it is made of.  The seat also does not recline far back.  On the cheaper end $150-$210.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.babygearbuyer.com/graco_laura_ashley_travel_system_canterbury_babiesrus_s1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 302px;" src="http://images.babygearbuyer.com/graco_laura_ashley_travel_system_canterbury_babiesrus_s1_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dreamer Design Park Ave: Only comes in Red, Blue or Camo. Removable fabric for cleaning. Ranges from 200-350. It is a indoor/outdoor and a jogger. I like the look of this one but it does not have a cup holder. So no place to set a bottle or my martini. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.healthchecksystems.com/images/dreamer_design_park_avenue_complete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.healthchecksystems.com/images/dreamer_design_park_avenue_complete.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peg Perego: Another one of my favorites. I  like this one because it lays down and turns into a bassinet.  Also you can attach the Peg Perego car seat onto the base.  Different heights adjustments.  This one is $599.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.juniorbaby.com/images/products/pegSkt06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.juniorbaby.com/images/products/pegSkt06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SNAP 'n GO was the favorite of ALL of the moms.  This is a stroller base and most car seats just snap into it. It is light and easy to get from point A to B. It is about $50 dollars, you just have to buy a car seat to fit it. Not a good stroller from outside walking. Great for quick runs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/09/00/14/00/0009001400803_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/09/00/14/00/0009001400803_215X215.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combi Flex Travel System: This stroller is light and great for airplanes.  The combined system is $150 which is super cheap. It also does great in the safety test. I will be looking into this one also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/9f/d/AAAAAra-PF0AAAAAAJ_exA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/9f/d/AAAAAra-PF0AAAAAAJ_exA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bugaboo: Another expensive stroller that has been made popular by celebrities. This one is another 3 in 1. I am also planning to check this one out. My goal is to only buy one stroller and a snap and go. The cons on this stroller is that it has a 2 part fold and no cup holder. Starts at $700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.letsgostrolling.com/media/images/bugaboo/bugabooDenimStrollerLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 442px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.letsgostrolling.com/media/images/bugaboo/bugabooDenimStrollerLarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Stokke: It is a celebrity favorite however you need someone to carry around your baby bag because there is no where to put anything. It sits up high which is a great benefit but it looks unsafe to me even though it has passed the safety test.  This is $1,300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kidostore.com/images/uploads/xplory-olive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.kidostore.com/images/uploads/xplory-olive.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be looking at all of these strollers. The main things I am looking for is safety, last through the toddler years, price, car seat combo or attachment, weight, if it fits into my car and if it has a smooth ride, cup holders, and a place to put a diaper bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-9218630299766185652?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/9218630299766185652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=9218630299766185652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/9218630299766185652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/9218630299766185652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-stroller-to-get.html' title='What stroller to get?'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-1536173418934429048</id><published>2009-01-28T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:05:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so Short!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.graphicsdb.com/data/media/573/Life_is_too_short.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 362px;" src="http://www.graphicsdb.com/data/media/573/Life_is_too_short.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write this blog because I was watching the news to hear about the father who killed his 5 year old twin girls, 2 year old twin boys and 8 year old girl. All because him and his wife lost their jobs.  I know times are hard but killing your self and family is not the answer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just after watching this I get a phone call from a close friend. He informs me that another one of our friends just had to identify her roommate's body. She was hit and instantly killed by someone who carelessly ran a red light.  She was leaving a pitch meeting  at a big studio and her dreams were about to come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first story the guy was selfish and thought that death was a way out, the second story is a girl that was happily living life and things were just about to change for her and someone took that away from her and her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please live every day to the fullest you never know when it is your time to go. Be safe on the road pay attention to what you are doing. I will be putting down my cell phone on the road after the phone call I received. And please please please if you have been drinking do not drive. I know you can not fully prevent accidents but try not to put your self at risk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STAY STRONG SIMONE! We love you! My prayers go out to you, your roommate and her family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0Gen8ZJACY/R9pkxXRz2SI/AAAAAAAACuA/qzX-kWlfTcg/s400/live%2Blife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0Gen8ZJACY/R9pkxXRz2SI/AAAAAAAACuA/qzX-kWlfTcg/s400/live%2Blife.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-1536173418934429048?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/1536173418934429048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=1536173418934429048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1536173418934429048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1536173418934429048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-so-short.html' title='Life is so Short!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0Gen8ZJACY/R9pkxXRz2SI/AAAAAAAACuA/qzX-kWlfTcg/s72-c/live%2Blife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8919694157261231904</id><published>2009-01-23T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:13:42.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc app'/><title type='text'>5th Doctors Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/4634_fat_girl_weighing_herself_on_a_scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/4634_fat_girl_weighing_herself_on_a_scale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing different from the last appointments.  &lt;div&gt;*Wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Get weighted...oh yeah I am a big ass 127 pounds now. She told me that she was not concerned about my rapid weight gain since I didnt gain any weight in the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pee in a Cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Listen to Skyla's heart beat, which is always great to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She askes how I am feeling, "Im fine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Make appointment to come back in 3 weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pay co-pay of $25 dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However this time I did have papers so she could sign to get me out of jury duty. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8919694157261231904?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8919694157261231904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8919694157261231904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8919694157261231904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8919694157261231904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/5th-doctors-appointment.html' title='5th Doctors Appointment'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4080617540951153254</id><published>2009-01-22T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:05:00.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nozama.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/22/icecreamramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 525px;" src="http://nozama.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/22/icecreamramen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are they going to start? I want to send Maurice to the store for something crazy.  I dont have any cravings.  Maybe the craving for money but that is my normal daily craving.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far everything is normal except for the fact that I can not fit my big ass into my normal jeans, I pee all the time and I have to sleep on my side.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my friends are all eating for me. My friends Adrienne and Jermaine both brought whole red velvet cakes just for themselves and ate them.  I brought strawberries and bananas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe they will come later on.  Ill keep you posted.  Time is flying by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4080617540951153254?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4080617540951153254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4080617540951153254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4080617540951153254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4080617540951153254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/cravings.html' title='Cravings?'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5721669514038111067</id><published>2009-01-21T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:05:00.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming New President Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SXao-GaWrsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_KQLNN8J0zc/s1600-h/obama+swearing+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SXao-GaWrsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_KQLNN8J0zc/s400/obama+swearing+in.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293604196847103682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was glued to my tv as well as having my lap top on cnn. I am so proud of our progress of a country.  However, we have so much further to go but this is a beautiful start. He seems ready to make change and I am right behind him.  Along with his strong, fly black woman on his side. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears were in my eyes, wishing I was there (I returned my ticket because of the crowds, me being pregnant my mom thought it would not be a good idea)  However I have 8 years to make it to see him in person...YES I said 8 years.  And I know I will do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited to start this new year with a new baby, a new president, new goals, and just a new attitude. I can do it and I will! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5721669514038111067?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5721669514038111067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5721669514038111067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5721669514038111067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5721669514038111067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcoming-new-president-obama.html' title='Welcoming New President Obama'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SXao-GaWrsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_KQLNN8J0zc/s72-c/obama+swearing+in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4488924307894484229</id><published>2009-01-20T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:05:00.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for a Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spoiltrotteneventsbyshells.co.uk/BabyShowerInvitation450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 370px;" src="http://www.spoiltrotteneventsbyshells.co.uk/BabyShowerInvitation450.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think that this was going to be a hard thing but since I have a bunch of friends from different groups I need to decide who goes to which baby shower.  My friends Derrick and Tarsha are throwing the showers. Still deciding on locations, themes, games and MONEY. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarsha is my sorority sister/college friend who had twin boys about 10 months ago.  She will be helping me decide what I need to pick when I register. I have no clue at all.  I do know that I will be registering at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*TARGET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Babies R Us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so much stuff that you need, and since we had a stupid president for 8 years money sucks right now.  Car seat, stroller, crib, dresser with changing table, and tons of other stuff. ahhhhhh I do know that "pink" will be the color...since she is my little princess.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of you mothers out there if you think of something that you know I need please let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4488924307894484229?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4488924307894484229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4488924307894484229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4488924307894484229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4488924307894484229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-ready-for-baby-shower.html' title='Getting ready for a Baby Shower'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-2754143881857391110</id><published>2009-01-19T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:05:00.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever counted how many times a day you pee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funny-games.biz/images/pictures/162-britney-spears-peeing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 491px;" src="http://www.funny-games.biz/images/pictures/162-britney-spears-peeing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a dumb question but I go to the bathroom so much that I decided to write down every time I go for one day to see how much I really go.  So just imagine when you are watching tv, driving your car, shopping or talking to me on the phone, I am probably peeing.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On January 15. My mommy's birthday, Dr. King's Birthday and AKA's Birthday. This is my pee times. lol I know you guys are going to kill me for this but I thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:18 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:05 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:40 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:16 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:08 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:25 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:02 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:11 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:45 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:37 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:10 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:38 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:26 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:01 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:26 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:05 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:42 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is a total of    18  times in one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The times with the longer minutes in between I was either sleep or too lazy to get up. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-2754143881857391110?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/2754143881857391110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=2754143881857391110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2754143881857391110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2754143881857391110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever-counted-how-many-times.html' title='Have you ever counted how many times a day you pee?'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-6812035593455270561</id><published>2009-01-16T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:05:01.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly pictures'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW__DZuJKrI/AAAAAAAAAII/fIv8LU-brR0/s1600-h/DSC00866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW__DZuJKrI/AAAAAAAAAII/fIv8LU-brR0/s320/DSC00866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291728521092737714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW__C_MLYvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JRwTG0NYhVs/s1600-h/DSC00882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW__C_MLYvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JRwTG0NYhVs/s320/DSC00882.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291728513970954994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW__CjyQymI/AAAAAAAAAH4/G8YXU0l4UEE/s1600-h/DSC00862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW__CjyQymI/AAAAAAAAAH4/G8YXU0l4UEE/s320/DSC00862.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291728506614499938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW__CRb3-mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/T6LfDPvHkhM/s1600-h/DSC00857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW__CRb3-mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/T6LfDPvHkhM/s320/DSC00857.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291728501688760930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW_-RzeJSlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9urqhLh-S14/s1600-h/DSC00845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW_-RzeJSlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9urqhLh-S14/s320/DSC00845.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291727669011499602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW_-RUrnvTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5FuyTeLni7s/s1600-h/DSC00837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW_-RUrnvTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5FuyTeLni7s/s320/DSC00837.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291727660746521906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Derrick was sweet enough to put up with my pregnant ass to shoot some amazing pictures of me.  Check them out.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-6812035593455270561?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/6812035593455270561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=6812035593455270561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6812035593455270561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6812035593455270561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/pregnancy-pictures.html' title='Pregnancy Pictures!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SW__DZuJKrI/AAAAAAAAAII/fIv8LU-brR0/s72-c/DSC00866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5868435800584994383</id><published>2009-01-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:05:01.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>I taught dance for 5 hours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/QUOMAG/M82~Dance-Alfred-Souza-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 401px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/QUOMAG/M82~Dance-Alfred-Souza-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo happy today. I have started the year off right. I began my day very nervous. I could not even sleep at night. I will make this part quick. I work for an Artist Development Company in Japan. Basically they fly their clients out to me and I train them for about a month and a half on lyrical,  ballet and hip hop with focus on performing techniques. Ya know when you hear an artist that looks good and sounds good but they can not perform....well that is what I train them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not tell the company that I was pregnant because I did not want them to think I could not do my job. So I threw on my biggest sweat shirt and hope that they would notice my belly.  Well they didn't, or at least they did not say anything...at least they didn't say anything in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the manager of the artist loved me and kept thanking me and thanking the company for finding me to work with his artist.  The artist is great, she works hard and a very quick learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I taught her for 2 hours.  I then ran to an audition/photo shoot with my pregnancy modeling agency. Then went to Whole Foods and got a really nasty lunch came home a rested for about 45 mins then went off to teach at the dance studio around the corner.  That was painful because the first class was 5-6 year olds, the second 7-9yr olds and the last class was teens. The first two were such a headache they did not listen, they ran around and played, cried and danced when they felt like it.  The last was the best because I really got to work with the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home now and I am soooo happy that I had a great day dancing and auditioning.  I am sore but it was WELL WELL worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMA IS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pilatesblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pregnant_britney_spears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 343px;" src="http://pilatesblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pregnant_britney_spears.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think this is a hot picture of Brit I will be taking one of these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5868435800584994383?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5868435800584994383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5868435800584994383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5868435800584994383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5868435800584994383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-taught-dance-for-5-hours.html' title='I taught dance for 5 hours!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4968875219587166184</id><published>2009-01-08T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:05:00.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just felt a big move.... just now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWMeGoz4gPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xOFS7DfZMY4/s1600-h/IMG_4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWMeGoz4gPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xOFS7DfZMY4/s320/IMG_4034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288103486846173426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/6/09 at 12:42 Skyla moved more then she has ever moved. It started with a big kick then my whole tummy moved in a wave. It was sooo cool.  It was a lot of movement for about 3 minutes. I sat with a big smile on my face just holding and looking at my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not really describe how it felt because I have nothing to compare it too.  I guess the closest thing I can compare it to is  your stomach bubbling from gas but very large gas bubble but it did not hurt like a gas bubble. lol Ok I guess I need to get better at the distributions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is all I wanted to say. I going to sleep now. Funny she only moves at night, so when I am ready to go to sleep she is having a party inside my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The picture:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted a puppy from my friend. His girlfriend was mistreating it so I had to take her. I know I know. Stupid for me to get a puppy before the baby but I had to take her before the crazy girl killed her. She is a 15 week old tea cup Yorkie.  sooo cute and she loves to lay on my belly. One day Skyla started moving and "Bella" (the puppy) ears stood up and she started to lick my tummy. Then she put her head back on down and just listened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4968875219587166184?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4968875219587166184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4968875219587166184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4968875219587166184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4968875219587166184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-felt-big-move-just-now.html' title='I just felt a big move.... just now!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWMeGoz4gPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xOFS7DfZMY4/s72-c/IMG_4034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5701403834284084115</id><published>2009-01-07T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:05:01.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Years Resolution for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thejudopodcast.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/new-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 428px;" src="http://thejudopodcast.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/new-year.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2008 was a big year for me. I booked more jobs then I have ever had in my total years in LA. I was sooo happy. It started out very high and ended pretty low. Long story, do not wish to get into it. On my 30th birthday I was suppose to being buying my first house but instead I was finding out that I was pregnant. I thought that my world would be over. But I have learned to except it as a blessing from God and know that he will not give me anything that I can not handle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 will be a life changing year for me. I will be having a baby in May of 2009 as you know. I usually plan everything but this is something in my life that I can not really plan for because I don't know how things are going to be. Which is freaking me out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have a couple of resolutions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Put more trust in God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Put me and my child first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Be a great mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*finish my scripts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*get Lucky Vision off of its feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*trust my gut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*learn to say NO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*GET MYSELF BACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready to face this year head on. Scared but as ready as I will be. Anything is possible...we have a black PRESIDENT. I believe in CHANGE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5701403834284084115?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5701403834284084115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5701403834284084115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5701403834284084115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5701403834284084115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-years-resolution-for-2009.html' title='My New Years Resolution for 2009'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5625383175854147855</id><published>2009-01-07T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:37:23.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Bowl</title><content type='html'>I know that this has nothing to do with my baby. Well almost nothing. I went to Penn State University and on Jan 1 they played USC in the Rose Bowl. We lost bad, so bad that I am not posting the score. But it was a great feeling to go to the pep rally  and the game and see old college friends. We were so close that we could smell the players.  I am talking 2 rows from the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at the game and seeing all the Penn State pride made me really miss my school. I even started crying. I would love for Skyla to go to college there. Here are some pictures from the Rose Bowl events.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the Game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbPbQEMMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9T5jEWiakKU/s1600-h/IMG_4065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbPbQEMMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9T5jEWiakKU/s320/IMG_4065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287678126825156802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tailgating before the game: The Blue Band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbPAVcUDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9IXW88IdVRo/s1600-h/IMG_4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbPAVcUDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9IXW88IdVRo/s320/IMG_4060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287678119599951922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pep Rally with the Nittany Lion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbOaZqvhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/X8gHuNbd9q8/s1600-h/IMG_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbOaZqvhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/X8gHuNbd9q8/s320/IMG_4053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287678109417127442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorority Sisters and Frat brothers from PSU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbOHxPWRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/46xP5pw-OjY/s1600-h/IMG_4047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbOHxPWRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/46xP5pw-OjY/s320/IMG_4047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287678104415721746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbNRjelzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZTwxcxFFbKM/s1600-h/IMG_4036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbNRjelzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZTwxcxFFbKM/s320/IMG_4036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287678089862485810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5625383175854147855?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5625383175854147855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5625383175854147855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5625383175854147855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5625383175854147855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/rose-bowl.html' title='Rose Bowl'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGbPbQEMMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9T5jEWiakKU/s72-c/IMG_4065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-810322938488502076</id><published>2009-01-06T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:05:00.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving? I HATE moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVsXTw7hI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0Km-OZUswaI/s1600-h/interior4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVsXTw7hI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0Km-OZUswaI/s320/interior4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287672026913369618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVr9sVcNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0W-EzKOdf5s/s1600-h/exterior5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVr9sVcNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0W-EzKOdf5s/s320/exterior5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287672020037103826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVrmmBqHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ipudf40lJuc/s1600-h/apt10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVrmmBqHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ipudf40lJuc/s320/apt10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287672013836626034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVrsYGejI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XQ8YRtEnjyk/s1600-h/apt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVrsYGejI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XQ8YRtEnjyk/s320/apt4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287672015388834354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVrBD1LPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LsjCJQ9DC6E/s1600-h/apt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVrBD1LPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LsjCJQ9DC6E/s320/apt1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287672003761089778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics from where I live now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the problem. I loveeeeee where I live now, however it is VERY expensive and it is hard to maintain without the baby here and I know when the baby comes money is going to start flying out of our pockets for things. My friend pay $15 bucks an hour for her nanny. So if we want to go to dinner and a movie not only do we have to pay for the dinner and the movie but the sitter. That could be one expensive date. And I do have tons of friends that have offered to babysit but there are VERY few of them that I would trust with my child. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to moving. We basically need to move to a cheaper place but a place that has 2/3 bedrooms and a washer and dryer. I will not be in a laundry matt/room with a stroller, crying baby and a laundry basket.   I am soooo spoiled where I live now, if you have been to my place you know what I am talking about. Every place I look at does not add up or looks unsafe to bring a baby into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lease is up one week before I am due and I am not trying to wait until then.  I can not buy a house because it takes forever to close, and we don't have house money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my options:&lt;br /&gt;*Break my lease and move to a place I don't like just because it is cheaper. (and most likely move in a year since I don't like it)&lt;br /&gt;*Stay and struggle with the high rent and try to move when Skyla is about 3 months&lt;br /&gt;*Ideally find a place that we love (still have to break our lease but at least we would not leave for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think. If you know a place we can move that has:&lt;br /&gt;* atleast 1,000 square feet (this is small compared to where I am now but I who cares)&lt;br /&gt;* washer/dryer&lt;br /&gt;* parking&lt;br /&gt;* 2/3 bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;* large closets&lt;br /&gt;* new bathroom and kitchen (or at lease remodeled. Don't like nasty kitchens and bathrooms)&lt;br /&gt;*lots of natural light&lt;br /&gt;*not on a busy street (street noise is annoying)&lt;br /&gt;*pet friendly (I have a dog and a cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks yall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and congrats to my friends Derrick and Bianca they both found new nice apartments. Dont be surprised if you see us moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-810322938488502076?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/810322938488502076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=810322938488502076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/810322938488502076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/810322938488502076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-i-hate-moving.html' title='Moving? I HATE moving!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGVsXTw7hI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0Km-OZUswaI/s72-c/interior4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-498451594822608280</id><published>2009-01-05T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:31:10.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly pictures'/><title type='text'>Week 23 Tummy pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23 WEEKS&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGMAqOCxTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hVLGrM89eyU/s1600-h/IMG_4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGMAqOCxTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hVLGrM89eyU/s320/IMG_4084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287661380470752562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Christmas Party&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGMk-y9ioI/AAAAAAAAAGA/q6LQZVtawUw/s1600-h/IMG_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGMk-y9ioI/AAAAAAAAAGA/q6LQZVtawUw/s320/IMG_3961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287662004469598850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maurice and I on Christmas&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGMkbA2z5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/PAah836aO8s/s1600-h/IMG_4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGMkbA2z5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/PAah836aO8s/s320/IMG_4027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287661994864201618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-498451594822608280?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/498451594822608280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=498451594822608280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/498451594822608280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/498451594822608280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-23-tummy-pics.html' title='Week 23 Tummy pics!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SWGMAqOCxTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hVLGrM89eyU/s72-c/IMG_4084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5793446539417811204</id><published>2009-01-05T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:50:37.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 23!</title><content type='html'>It is week 23 and I can see a difference in my tummy. I can only sleep on my side or it is fatal to me and my baby. So my bottom leg falls a sleep a lot. I have so many pillows around me that Maurice hugs a small side of the bed.  I get up about 2 times a night to go to the bathroom. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I smell like pee all the time so I shower a lot. lol My hair is a mess but I dont have any money to get it done so I am going to braid it up again tonight. Skyla only moves at night for the most part or when I am dancing to music. She like T-Pain. lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start teaching dance this wednesday and my client does not know I am pregnant. I should be fine I danced today with my girl Reegan and it was a success.  Just can't drop it like it is hot like I use too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my tummy pic. Sorry not showing my face, my hair is not done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5793446539417811204?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5793446539417811204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5793446539417811204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5793446539417811204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5793446539417811204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-23.html' title='Week 23!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-2194331876700590345</id><published>2008-12-29T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:05:00.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foods I can not EAT! so many</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freshpeel.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/No_Food_or_Drink_Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 557px;" src="http://freshpeel.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/No_Food_or_Drink_Sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid the following:&lt;br /&gt;-Swordfish, shark, king mackerel and tile fish. These fish can contain potentially risky levels of mercury. Mercury can be transferred to the growing fetus and cause serious health problems. Also avoid game fish until you check its safety with your local health department. (A game fish is any fish caught for sport, such as trout, salmon or bass.)&lt;br /&gt;-Raw fish, especially shellfish (oysters, clams)&lt;br /&gt;-Undercooked meat, poultry and seafood. Cook all of them thoroughly to kill bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;-Do not eat hot dogs or luncheon meats. Examples are deli meats such as ham, turkey, salami and bologna. If you do eat these foods, reheat them until steaming hot.&lt;br /&gt;-Refrigerated pates or meat spreads. Canned versions are safe.&lt;br /&gt;-Refrigerated smoked seafood unless it has been cooked (as in a casserole). Canned versions are safe.&lt;br /&gt;-Soft-scrambled eggs and all foods made with raw or lightly cooked eggs&lt;br /&gt;-Soft cheeses made with unpasteurized milk. Examples are Brie, feta, Camembert, Roquefort, blue-veined, queso blanco, queso fresco and Panela. Check the label to see what kind of milk was used to make the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;-Unpasteurized milk and any foods made from it&lt;br /&gt;-Unpasteurized juices&lt;br /&gt;-Raw vegetable sprouts, including alfalfa, clover, radish and mung bean&lt;br /&gt;-Herbal supplements and teas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ok my doctor ran through this with me on my first doctor visit but I do not remember hearing about TEAS. OMG I collect different types of teas. I love TEA. I only drink decaf and I thought that I was being good. ahhhhhhhhh So that leaves me with only water and Apple Juice, since milk is starting to upset my stomach, as well as OJ and I never drank soda to begin with. And this list is scary enough to make me only eat rice anyway. Printing this list and keeping it in my purse just in case I have a question before I eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the baby is born I will be having a Maryland Style Crab Feast! Jr. get the crabs ready Tarsha, Derrick and I will be home this summer for my post crab feast baby shower. I know not your normal baby shower theme but hey I am not your normal girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-2194331876700590345?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/2194331876700590345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=2194331876700590345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2194331876700590345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2194331876700590345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/12/foods-i-can-not-eat-so-many.html' title='Foods I can not EAT! so many'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-2872434368244485737</id><published>2008-12-24T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:05:00.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has video games taken over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SVG1Bk76HRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yD_e4gaJL-s/s1600-h/Maurice%27s+son+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SVG1Bk76HRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yD_e4gaJL-s/s320/Maurice%27s+son+and+I.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283202876581747986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Skyla (unborn baby) and I are over the mall and traffic. Even though people are not spending as much money this year, they are still walking around the mall with their big strollers and crying babies. Guess I need to get use to the big strollers and the crying babies part. Being that I am broke I did not need to be in the mall long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deven, My boyfriend's son is here.  Now this is an amazing kid. When he came in late at night I was sleeping, the next morning he knock on our door and just wanted to give me a hug since I was sleep when he came in.  I pray that my child has a heart like him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is giving me a taste of what kids do now a days. I guess the days of looking at Christmas lights, talking to Santa, visiting people, are over. I remember when I was a kid I loved driving around looking at people's lit up houses, and if someone ever asked me if I wanted to go with them me and my little brother would fight to get out of the house no matter where we were going. Not now a ways. I have to pull him out of the house to go any where and promise that we will not be out long for him to want to go.  The Playstation, Xbox and Wii have taken over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do kids even know what Christmas means anymore? It is just me or are kids only worried about what gifts they are getting? Does anyone believe in Santa anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom for making us go to church on Sundays it made a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas time. The smell of the trees and the decorations. I can not wait to share this with my little girl. And keep the Christmas magic alive for her. I know her big brother Deven will show her the ropes I just hope not with video games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-2872434368244485737?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/2872434368244485737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=2872434368244485737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2872434368244485737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/2872434368244485737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/12/has-video-games-taken-over.html' title='Has video games taken over?'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SVG1Bk76HRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yD_e4gaJL-s/s72-c/Maurice%27s+son+and+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3788071656808997715</id><published>2008-12-23T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:05:00.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Doc Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kingdomautomation.com/images/examroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://www.kingdomautomation.com/images/examroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this is not my actual exam room pic)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 12/19/08 was my 4th doctors appointment. It was the normal 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Weigh In: 120!  I weigh a huge 120 pounds. Which is A LOT for me. So it is very hard for me to except this weight gain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Then pee in a cup. To test to make sure that I am taking my vitamins and I guess, to make sure that i am not a drug addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wait in the room starring at the wall reading about birth control which is about 15mins. (too late to be reading about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My doctor comes in and asks, "How are you feeling?" my answer. "Fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We listen to the baby's heart beat. She said, "Sounds Good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We schedule a visit for 4 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I pay my co-pay of $30 bucks and $4 dollars for parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I am in the wrong business. She saw 3 other girls within the same time. Stay turned for another belly pic. No stretch marks yet! Yesssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3788071656808997715?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3788071656808997715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3788071656808997715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3788071656808997715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3788071656808997715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/12/4th-doc-appointment.html' title='4th Doc Appointment'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-289285753648443385</id><published>2008-12-12T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:02:36.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Tampons...Hello Toilet Paper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2293132/2/istockphoto_2293132-toilet-paper-and-bad-puns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 370px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2293132/2/istockphoto_2293132-toilet-paper-and-bad-puns.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am pregnant I figured at least I am going to save money on buying tampons. Well something replaced the tampon. TOILET PAPER. I pee so much. I think my water bill is going to go up because I am in the bathroom so much. And trust me there is no holding it until you get up in the morning, you would straight pee on yourself. However, I am very happy that I found a comfy way to sleep...just took about 8 pillows and pushing Maurice to just a little corner of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday. See you guys on Monday! Big Weekend for me. Birthday Parties, Ugly Sweater Party, Community Service, Getting our xmas tree,  American Apparel Shopping with my sis, Target for more TOILET PAPER and a Pot Luck with the Mocha Moms.....wow! Not your average lazy pregnant girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-289285753648443385?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/289285753648443385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=289285753648443385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/289285753648443385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/289285753648443385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-tamponshello-toilet-paper.html' title='No more Tampons...Hello Toilet Paper!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8266277302779295223</id><published>2008-12-11T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:05:01.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Priest prayed over me and my baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST38O2pgZaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dj12gP0MssQ/s1600-h/IMG_3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST38O2pgZaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dj12gP0MssQ/s320/IMG_3939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277651670466061730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went I went how my mom set up a time so I can go and talk with my priest since I have been so nervous about having this baby. It was the best experience ever. My mom and my priest prayed over me blessing me and the baby. Then he gave me holy water, hold salt and holy oil to rub on my stomach. He also gave me a statue of the pregnant virgin Mary to look at every day  to remember I am not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8266277302779295223?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8266277302779295223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8266277302779295223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8266277302779295223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8266277302779295223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-priest-prayed-over-me-and-my-baby.html' title='My Priest prayed over me and my baby!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST38O2pgZaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dj12gP0MssQ/s72-c/IMG_3939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-1366672790376099600</id><published>2008-12-10T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:48.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt the baby move!</title><content type='html'>I felt the baby move for the first time on 12/6/08 it was not a big feeling or anything. But hanging around so many pregnant women I was so mad that everyone has felt their baby and I had not felt mine. Even Maurice felt the baby move when I was sleeping. So on saturday after I got out of the shower I was talking to her and asked her to please move and I pushed my stomach a little and she moved. It was like a little flutter but I felt something at least finally.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-1366672790376099600?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/1366672790376099600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=1366672790376099600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1366672790376099600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1366672790376099600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-felt-baby-move.html' title='I felt the baby move!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4357540987545052758</id><published>2008-12-10T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:36:42.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my tummy'/><title type='text'>When it is ok to touch my tummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3944280/2/istockphoto_3944280-hands-on-belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3944280/2/istockphoto_3944280-hands-on-belly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know every one thinks it is so weird for me to be pregnant and have a belly. Trust me it is even weirder for me. I love when friends want to ask questions and touch my belly however there are some rules everyone needs to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If I am wearing a white, cream or light colored shirt DON'T put your dirty hands on me. It leaves me with hand prints and dark marks. It is not cute when a pregnant girl looks dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you DON'T know me then DON'T touch me. Sorry but it is weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DON'T poke at my stomach, not unless you want me to hit you in the face. She does not like to be poked at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DO NOT try to lift up my shirt to see my stomach. That is how I got pregnant in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Telling me I'm fat is not a good thing. Im pregnant not fat. Don't know many fat girls that wear a size 1 maternity jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you never had a child then don't try to push your views on me. I love advise but there is a difference in giving advice and trying to push your views on me. I am stressed enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know the last two had nothing to do with rubbing my belly but I just had to say it. I felt that this blog topic needed to be talked about because so many of my pregnant friends feel the same way and we don't want to be mean because we love when friends care and touch our bellies but if ya girl got on white don't even think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More baby talk to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the love and support I have been receiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4357540987545052758?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4357540987545052758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4357540987545052758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4357540987545052758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4357540987545052758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-it-is-ok-to-touch-my-tummy.html' title='When it is ok to touch my tummy!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7871288228980226384</id><published>2008-12-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:01.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST30Y943_3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ouarsDxNjCo/s1600-h/IMG_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST30Y943_3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ouarsDxNjCo/s320/IMG_3924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277643048115240818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST3z6TgAymI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o37_Vq0rV_4/s1600-h/IMG_3917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST3z6TgAymI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o37_Vq0rV_4/s320/IMG_3917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277642521340594786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I have been M.I.A. But with traveling back from Maryland and shooting things have been crazy.  However I will fill ya in on what has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TRIP HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip home was amazing. Everyone treated me like I was going to break. My mother woke me up in the morning and asked if I needed to use the bathroom, my little brother would not let me go to the big mall with him because he said it was too big for me to walk and my sister wanted to talk about how sex was....gross. I had a chance to get my hair done, after going through real life scenes of "The Wire" to find the hair, I sat getting my hair done listening to a customer talk about how she was a vegetarian and only eats chicken and turkey...no meat. lol gotta love dumb people. The plane ride back to la was rough me and the baby didnt like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;New Hair! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST3-k2ekMTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZMm5V80LgcY/s1600-h/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST3-k2ekMTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZMm5V80LgcY/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277654247400550706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOOTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a friend and a blog reader I am currently working on a reality show. However, that is all I can say about it right now, but trust you will be notified when it starts to air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd LEVEL ULTRASOUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got a 2nd level ultrasound on Dec 4. The doctor put me on aspirin because he is afraid that I will have high blood pressure after I deliver because of how the baby heart is beating. So weird how the baby can make me have high blood pressure after she come out. Other then that everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very stressed and I know it is not good for the baby so I have been trying to do things to make me feel good. Think I am going to get a christmas tree soon...I guess. I don't even feel like christmas is close. So much on my mind. My friend is looking at schools for her kids and they are not even walking yet. Private schools are like 20-30,000. WHAT! and you have to be interviewed. ahhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7871288228980226384?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7871288228980226384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7871288228980226384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7871288228980226384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7871288228980226384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/12/recap.html' title='Recap!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/ST30Y943_3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ouarsDxNjCo/s72-c/IMG_3924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8903129254579541095</id><published>2008-11-27T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:57:00.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SS4yfTsaEOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/evSHukJRh_s/s1600-h/Happy+Thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SS4yfTsaEOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/evSHukJRh_s/s320/Happy+Thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273207727141294306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to deeply THANK all of my family and friends for all of your love and support during this pregnancy. It has had it tough days for me and I still have lots to go but I am sooo gratefully for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Derrick, Tarsha, Jr  and T you already know why I am thanking you. I am very blessed to have you guys in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice, through everything that we go through I love you so much and I am proud to carry your baby...our baby. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take time out to realize what you have and thank God for all of your blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! now let's EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Chris and Derrick, I can not believe I am not there. This is the first Thanksgiving dinner in 5 years that I have missed. Feels weird because you guys are my family there and even though I am with my family I really miss being with you guys. Omg I am crying. ahhhhh hormones. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8903129254579541095?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8903129254579541095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8903129254579541095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8903129254579541095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8903129254579541095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SS4yfTsaEOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/evSHukJRh_s/s72-c/Happy+Thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5143955107198599306</id><published>2008-11-27T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:05:00.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Full Day in Maryland. And 2nd Tummy Pic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marylandtheseventhstate.com/images/Mdflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.marylandtheseventhstate.com/images/Mdflag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all should get a big laugh out of my day.  As I lay in my room that I grew up in (room is now my little niece's, but she sleeps with my mom when I come home) a night of computer games and tv re-runs and my butt finally went to sleep at 2am east coast time. I was then awaken at 7am by my mother turning all the lights on in my room asking me if I need to go to the bathroom. I laugh and tell her that I am ok. (I actually had to go lol) Then an hour later my niece comes in to wake me up to see Beyonce on tv, turning my tv on very loud.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok this was suppose to be my relaxing get away. I dose off back to sleep for about 30 mins then the house phone rings...it's my other niece asking me if I am up yet.  Go back to sleep for about 20 mins then the door bell rings. Not a normal doorbell it sings songs...different songs with every push. I get up to see my little brother asking me where my mom was...ahhhh omg you know she is working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay down again. Then my little brother remembers he has a key and comes back in the house. There is an alarm on the door that talks every time you open it. ahhhhhhhhhh Ok ok ok ok I am up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask my brother if I can go to the mall with him, he tells me that it is a big mall and mom said that I should not be walking too much since I am pregnant. ahhhhhh I am going crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally get out of the house to go to dinner. My sister was driving 35 miles and hour. I asked why we were going so slow and she was like you are pregnant I can't drive fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just day one. Ill keep you posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is my updated tummy picture. I am 18 weeks. I cut off my head cause I looked a mess. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SS4uaAh-VjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/obDQ5K0lYQI/s1600-h/IMG_3902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SS4uaAh-VjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/obDQ5K0lYQI/s320/IMG_3902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273203238051403314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5143955107198599306?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5143955107198599306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5143955107198599306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5143955107198599306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5143955107198599306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-full-day-in-maryland-and-2nd.html' title='My First Full Day in Maryland. And 2nd Tummy Pic.'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SS4uaAh-VjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/obDQ5K0lYQI/s72-c/IMG_3902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7678274255203961163</id><published>2008-11-26T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:05:00.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maryland'/><title type='text'>I'm in Baltimore Maryland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/bwi-airport-address.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 394px;" src="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/bwi-airport-address.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heromiles.org/images/bwisoldierline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.heromiles.org/images/bwisoldierline.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. Sorry I have not been writing but things have been crazy. I will do a quick to recap. Thanks to long time friend and baby take 1 blog reader Darrel I have been in numerous interviews for a new tv show coming out about hip women having a baby. Things look good. I will keep ya posted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a scary call from my doctor saying that a test does not look good. However, this new test is known for being wrong. So I have to go and talk to the doctor when I get back. We have faith that everything is ok. So please keep us in your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived to Baltimore today and the most memorial part of my flight was seeing all of the Men and Women coming home from Iraq. Their were hugs and tears it was a beautiful moment.  A funny moment that happened on the plane.  As the plane was taxing a little girl across the row was looking at me and smiling. I smiled and waved back...then I realized we were dressed exactly alike from head to toe. Me and a 6 year old. We both had on Juicy Purple sweat suits with Uggs. As she left she waved and said, "By twin, have a Happy Thanksgiving." Too Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was met at the airport by my mom, my niece, and my brother. And off to the buffet we headed. They all laughed at the fact that I had a little belly. To me it is huge. I will post a picture tomorrow. After we ate then back to the house in time for me to watch. "The REAL ATL Housewives." I can't believe I admitted to watching trash TV. I hate Kim and Sheray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to ya soon. I promise this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7678274255203961163?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7678274255203961163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7678274255203961163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7678274255203961163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7678274255203961163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-in-baltimore-maryland.html' title='I&apos;m in Baltimore Maryland!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3272635665020132566</id><published>2008-11-19T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:05:00.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fires!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/data?pid=avimage&amp;iid=iWXXN0Ycne2I"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 488px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/data?pid=avimage&amp;iid=iWXXN0Ycne2I" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/10/13/us/14WILDFIRES600_READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 380px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/10/13/us/14WILDFIRES600_READY.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://douglas.nerad.org/journal/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/san_diego_on_fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 461px; height: 307px;" src="http://douglas.nerad.org/journal/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/san_diego_on_fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone sorry I have been away from my blog duties. However, I don't want to write about anything boring just to write it. So I will let you know what has been going on here in the valley of Los Angeles. There are FIRES! I am sure you heard but unless you see it for yourself you have no clue. I could see the fires from my balcony. Don't worry I am not that close. I have a mountain view from my place and that is one of the areas where the fires were. I tried to take a pic for you guys but it was so much smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of LA smells like a fire place. You have to cover your mouth and nose to walk to your car. I made the mistake of leaving windows open on day and came home to ashes all over the furnture and my cat. My pretty white cat was now gray. The fires are almost over, however the ones near me are completely put out. Might be heading to the car wash today my car is covered in ash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3272635665020132566?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3272635665020132566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3272635665020132566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3272635665020132566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3272635665020132566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/fires.html' title='The Fires!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3327865467037888591</id><published>2008-11-18T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:07:52.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><title type='text'>Naming our baby....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baby-names.name/images/baby-name-girl-boy-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 617px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.baby-names.name/images/baby-name-girl-boy-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naming a baby is hard to a lot of people however, I have known since I was a senior in college what name I wanted if I had a little girl. I was in a play which it is killing me that I can not remember the name. (I am going to email my theater professor and ask him) It was an African play and my character was name Scalla (pronounced Skyla) The character in the play was a witch....a good witch who saw good in people and in people's future. I loved the character so much that is way our baby girl will be named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Skyla Marie Manning-Lung"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie is Maurice's mother's middle name.  And when my butt get married to Maurice I will change her last name to just Lung but as of now the - stays.  I refuse to have my baby's last name different from mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3327865467037888591?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3327865467037888591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3327865467037888591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3327865467037888591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3327865467037888591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/naming-our-baby.html' title='Naming our baby....'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5440189493069018279</id><published>2008-11-13T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:05:00.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if I am having a girl or a boy?  Well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.profile-comments.com/images/baby/images/its-a-girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.profile-comments.com/images/baby/images/its-a-girl.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone I know I have not been writing every day but things have been pretty crazy in my life. But I am very very very happy to announce that Maurice and I went to have a 4D sonogram done so we can get early detection of the sex of our child.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am only 16 weeks and the baby is already dancing inside of me. A lot of movement to be sooo young.  We counted all her fingers and toes (she has all 10 of them if you are wondering) and listened to her strong heart beat. She had her hands up to her face and her legs crossed at the ankles. (an AKA in the making) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the picture you are looking at looks a little weird because it is in 4D so my kid looks a little alien like but I assure you that she will be a pretty as me. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRuWKp68seI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DnoVOGE-h4g/s1600-h/IMG_3878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRuWKp68seI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DnoVOGE-h4g/s320/IMG_3878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267969298935886306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRuWKRxo60I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zX3VwzKF8pc/s1600-h/IMG_3876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRuWKRxo60I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zX3VwzKF8pc/s320/IMG_3876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267969292454390594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5440189493069018279?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5440189493069018279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5440189493069018279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5440189493069018279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5440189493069018279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wonder-if-i-am-having-girl-or-boy.html' title='I wonder if I am having a girl or a boy?  Well....'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRuWKp68seI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DnoVOGE-h4g/s72-c/IMG_3878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8214591657685257267</id><published>2008-11-11T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:05:01.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>I need HELP on what to eat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.diabetes.org/ueimages/Food-Pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 355px;" src="http://www.diabetes.org/ueimages/Food-Pyramid.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok since this whole pregnancy thing I had to cut out my seafood. Not realizing that I live off of Tuna, Salmon and Crab. (for those of you that don't understand why I can not eat seafood is it because of the mercury level in the food...bad for the baby).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure you are saying then eat something else. I do not have any desire to eat too much of anything. My taste buds are on super power. I can eat a sandwich and taste every piece of basil or garlic in the sauce. It is driving me crazy. I taste more herbs then I taste food. This is why finding something to eat is so hard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My normal day consists of :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BREAKFAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Heart to Heart Cereal with fresh strawberries and blueberries or Oatmeal with the same &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fruit. Some times I also add one of Trader Joe's Chicken Sausages. (Breakfast is my favorite &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;meal of the day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUNCH:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is a hard one, depends on when I eat breakfast. Sometimes this gets skipped. But I will &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;make a sandwich with some of Trader Joe's Hummas and Honey Pretzels. Or a quesadilla&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However I can't use all of my fun cheese because certain cheese are on my bad for the baby &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;list. And how many days do you really wanna eat a sandwich. And salads are getting gross &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because the dressings taste so strong now, because I have bionitc take buds. ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DINNER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This one is really hard because by now I am grossed out by everything in my frig or I have &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;spent hours at Trader Joe's or Whole Foods walking in circles not wanting to cook &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anything that they have. The only thing that I seem to stomach to plain pasta and butter &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with simple salt and pepper. However again not something you want to eat all the time. Oh &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I think my baby is a vegetarian because a lot of meats taste weird especially chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SNACKS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love this one. I eat lots of trail mix, smoothies, blueberries, soy beans, pomegranates, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;oranges, strawberries, bananas and grapes. Oh and my pregnancy snack is restaurant chips and salsa. I can not get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any ideas of good recipes please let me know. And don't think to weird (bianca) lol I like to eat my food not to acquire a taste to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8214591657685257267?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8214591657685257267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8214591657685257267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8214591657685257267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8214591657685257267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-help-on-what-to-eat.html' title='I need HELP on what to eat!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8954037653458931549</id><published>2008-11-10T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:05:00.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How am I doing?</title><content type='html'>A lot of my friends have been calling me and asking how am I doing? Well things are so so. I am usually so happy but I am just blah lately. I was told that this was normal but....ahhhhh  I don't like this feeling. Other then how I am feeling mentally everything else around me is going well. I just signed with a big pregnant models agency, I worked on the tv show HOUSE on Halloween, the day after Halloween I have a dance job at a Halloween Party and have been out hanging out with friends. Here are some pictures of all of those events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZpTh_hCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BWOypHpSJCg/s1600-h/IMG_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZpTh_hCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BWOypHpSJCg/s320/IMG_3873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265791692966954018" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;derrick and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZpBa0RMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/F70vvv8hHgM/s1600-h/IMG_3823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZpBa0RMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/F70vvv8hHgM/s320/IMG_3823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265791688105018562" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Liinda and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZHUi_SAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Db3fneSf1zc/s1600-h/IMG_3821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZHUi_SAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Db3fneSf1zc/s320/IMG_3821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265791109124016130" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Marcus, Me and Meghan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZHA7-NVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rs4mTquU8kA/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZHA7-NVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rs4mTquU8kA/s320/IMG_3798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265791103860094290" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZG20V2cI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2_Ndrjn_lEY/s1600-h/IMG_3777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZG20V2cI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2_Ndrjn_lEY/s320/IMG_3777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265791101143734722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puph and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8954037653458931549?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8954037653458931549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8954037653458931549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8954037653458931549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8954037653458931549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-am-i-doing.html' title='How am I doing?'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPZpTh_hCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BWOypHpSJCg/s72-c/IMG_3873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3849401801214303151</id><published>2008-11-07T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:05:00.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prop 8'/><title type='text'>No on Prop 8 Rally!</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday Nov 5 the day after our amazing election, some things were not found to be so happy here in Los Angeles. Proposition 8 was a California State ballot proposition that would amend the state Constitution, to limit marriage to unions between a man and a woman, overturning a recent California Supreme Court decision that had recognized same-sex marriage in California as a fundamental right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strongly against Prop 8. I believe that everyone should have the same rights. I went to a powerful rally in West Hollywood with my closest friends to rally against this horrible prop. There were thousands of people at the rally. Gay, straight, young and old we talked about what our next steps should be. People told there love stories and people cried at the fact that they were being  victims of hate (h8) by their own state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are pictures taken at the rally. More rallies are going on daily and plan of appealing is in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPWLOVDEkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DwSa2xbCT5U/s1600-h/IMG_3867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPWLOVDEkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DwSa2xbCT5U/s320/IMG_3867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265787877639524930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPWKz0PuSI/AAAAAAAAADw/ouqsB0_iymk/s1600-h/IMG_3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPWKz0PuSI/AAAAAAAAADw/ouqsB0_iymk/s320/IMG_3866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265787870522620194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPWKuOLoqI/AAAAAAAAADo/C95PtgLw4WI/s1600-h/IMG_3856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPWKuOLoqI/AAAAAAAAADo/C95PtgLw4WI/s320/IMG_3856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265787869020791458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPWKfIj0pI/AAAAAAAAADg/90GbY5kjDmU/s1600-h/IMG_3851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPWKfIj0pI/AAAAAAAAADg/90GbY5kjDmU/s320/IMG_3851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265787864970678930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3849401801214303151?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3849401801214303151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3849401801214303151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3849401801214303151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3849401801214303151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-on-prop-8-rally.html' title='No on Prop 8 Rally!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SRPWLOVDEkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DwSa2xbCT5U/s72-c/IMG_3867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7742441055441122147</id><published>2008-11-05T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:05:00.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>November 4, 2008 History was Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.willisms.com/archives/ivotedsticker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 292px;" src="http://www.willisms.com/archives/ivotedsticker.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up in the morning my stomach had butterflies. Not from being pregnant, from preparing to head to the polls. I grabbed my voter guide and anxiously got in my car. I did not turn on the radio, I drove in silence. I took in everything around me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was getting closer to my polling place I my eyes began to swell with tears. I vote in every election big or small but this one meant a lot to me. This is the first time I was in the streets signing up voters, at official Obama rallies and sending out emails. It was time for a change and I was apart of making that happen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I walked to the school and past by smiling and crying faces I felt that this is it; either change or no change. Today we can make history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a short 45 minute wait I cast my vote and say a prayer. I walked out of there with my head held high, tears in my eyes and my "I voted" sticker on my shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come home and glue myself to the tv. Maurice and I watch for hours, as Obama was taking over states that we were not excepting him to win. We grabbed hands and kissed each other and said wow we have just watched history in the making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Obama supporters of all kind pulling together to make a change. If you look at McCain's supporters you will only see one kind of people. And America is not one kind of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok enough tears it is time to make a "Change" but he can not do it alone! History was made today. Dr. King Jr would be proud. The United States is the most powerful country in the world and now we have a STRONG black man as the most powerful person in the world. All things are possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7742441055441122147?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7742441055441122147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7742441055441122147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7742441055441122147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7742441055441122147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-4-2008-history-was-made.html' title='November 4, 2008 History was Made'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-6707385060407568091</id><published>2008-11-04T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:05:00.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Go VOTE Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.creativereview.co.uk/crblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/barack-is-hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 465px; height: 698px;" src="http://www.creativereview.co.uk/crblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/barack-is-hope.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is election day in California and if you have some sense and you care about your life and future you will be at the polls today. Since this is my blog, I am going campaign for Obama! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need change. And I know you are as tired as I am of looking at Mc Cain's little arms and hearing the awful Sarah Palin talk. Like one of my friends described it as they are the real life "Office" true but sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also VOTE NO on prop 8. People are people and everyone should have the same rights black, white, gay or straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f394/Chino_Blanco/No-on-8-yardsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 480px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f394/Chino_Blanco/No-on-8-yardsign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other props I have researched:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1A Safe Reliable High-Speed Passenger Train Bond: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Standards for Confining Farm Animals: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Children's Hospital Bond Act: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Waiting period and parental notification before termination of minors pregnancy: NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Nonviolent Drug Offenses Sentencing Parole and Rehabilitation: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 Police and Law Enforcement Funding: NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 Renewable energy generation: NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 Eliminates right of same-sex couples to marry: NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 Criminal Justice System. Victims' rights Parole Initiative: NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 Alternative Fuel Vehicles and Renewable Energy Bonds: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 Redistricting. Initiative Constitutional Amendment and Statute: NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 Veteran' Bond Act of 2008: (still undecided)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R Traffic Relief. Rail Extensions. Reduce Foreign Oil: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J Local Community College Classroom Repair, Public Safety, Nursing and Job Training: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q Safe, Healthy Neighborhood School Measure: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A City of LA Special Gang and Youth Violence Prevention, After-School and Job Training:YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B Update of Low Rent Housing Authorization: (still undecided)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-6707385060407568091?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/6707385060407568091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=6707385060407568091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6707385060407568091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6707385060407568091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-vote-now.html' title='Go VOTE Now!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-23498801515621421</id><published>2008-11-03T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:05:00.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agent'/><title type='text'>I heard back from my agent and I got a gig!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uni.edu/becker/japan1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.uni.edu/becker/japan1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from my agent and she was soooo happy to hear that I was pregnant. She said she knows print and commercial agents that I can audition for. But before she brought up auditioning she asked how I was doing and told me that I am like family and she is there for me every step of the way. So that made me free very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am saying NO to CPK....as of now lol. I got a call from my Japan connection and they would like to hire me back to teach there next super star. That is in January and Febuaray. I did not tell them that I am pregnant. I dont want to loose the gig. And they know me for my big sweat shirts so I am all good. They come to me, so no worries I don't have to fly to Japan.  And I have an interview for a tv show coming up so keep your fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-23498801515621421?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/23498801515621421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=23498801515621421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/23498801515621421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/23498801515621421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-heard-back-from-my-agent-and-i-got.html' title='I heard back from my agent and I got a gig!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4516541648099685700</id><published>2008-10-31T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:05:00.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SQojFu-vYXI/AAAAAAAAADY/UqzncAMZFQI/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SQojFu-vYXI/AAAAAAAAADY/UqzncAMZFQI/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263057695953346930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue if I am going to dress up or not. I don't even know what I am going to do. I know I will be with my best friends Derrick and Adrienne but other then that I don't know what we will be doing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone that lives in LA goes to the big street party ever in WEST HOLLYWOOD. But when I say it is soooo many people. It is like rush hour traffic with people. You can barely walk however the costumes are amazing.  There are food vendors and the bars are packed.  People go all out. I am sure there will be a lot of costumes geared towards the election so that would be interesting to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ill keep you posted on what costume I decide to pick if any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4516541648099685700?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4516541648099685700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4516541648099685700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4516541648099685700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4516541648099685700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SQojFu-vYXI/AAAAAAAAADY/UqzncAMZFQI/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-1519467257059129009</id><published>2008-10-30T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:33:20.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sprinkles'/><title type='text'>The 405 made me eat SPRINKLES...yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cpluv.com/www/medias/astrel/astrel_46ae5c596ca31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.cpluv.com/www/medias/astrel/astrel_46ae5c596ca31.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't live in LA then you might not know what the 405 is or what Sprinkles is. Well the 405 is the awful freeway that is always backed up. And I not talking the normal rush hour type of traffic. I mean you can get on this stupid freeway at anytime of the day or night and there is always traffic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took a detour so I would not have to sit and stare at tail lights for the next two hours for a 20 minute trip.  I took little Santa Monica which happens to run next to big Santa Monica. (i know weird) Anyway, as I was stopped at a stop light I look over to my left and see the brown store front with the pink ironing..."Sprinkles!" "Sprinkles" has the tastiest cupcakes you will ever eat...and probably the most expensive at $3.25 each. They come in the cutest little brown boxes too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were made famous by Oprah. Barbra Streisand sent Oprah a box of cupcakes and Oprah loved them so much she mentioned them on her show.  (ya know everything she mentions on her show turns to gold) Not only do their cupcakes taste great they have fun flavors like red velvet, orange, lemon, cinnamon sugar, milk chocolate and chocolate marshmallow to name a few.  My favorite is the vanilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my self if there is parking close then I will get one. This is the heart of Beverly Hills shopping so I knew there would not be a space. But the parking Gods were on my side just as I was going to pull away a spot opened up directly across from Sprinkles. Now I could not resist.  I waited in the long line (yes there is always a line) and got my vanilla cupcake and a large cold milk.  I sat outside the store and enjoyed every bite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to www.sprinklescupcakes.com to see flavors and locations near you! You will not be sorry...I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SQftWrz4mDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5g1hNgKgZvE/s1600-h/SprinklesCupcakes2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SQftWrz4mDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5g1hNgKgZvE/s320/SprinklesCupcakes2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262435663578961970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-1519467257059129009?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/1519467257059129009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=1519467257059129009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1519467257059129009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1519467257059129009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/405-made-me-eat-sprinklesyum.html' title='The 405 made me eat SPRINKLES...yum!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SQftWrz4mDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5g1hNgKgZvE/s72-c/SprinklesCupcakes2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-6159648103864200572</id><published>2008-10-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:20:00.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cpk'/><title type='text'>Should I go back to CPK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shanghaiist.com/attachments/shang_dan/cpk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 248px;" src="http://shanghaiist.com/attachments/shang_dan/cpk.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh ok I am bored to death. I am use to working all the time or at least audition  3 days a week or in meetings or something.  This past weekend was the last weekend of production work that I had lined up. The shoot was great but it is over. So now what?  It is about to be hiatus so that means no acting gigs or no production gigs. Oh and remember I am pregnant so that limits my dance gigs. I don't think Chris Brown would want a pregnant backup dancer.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been home for 3 days and I am going crazy. So I was like I will get a seasonal job. So I go to the mall and look at baby stores. Might as well get a job where I can get a discount on baby stuff. I walked in a few stores and I could not bring myself to ask for an app. Either the workers were only speaking in spanish, they were kids texting or they were grandma's age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call my boyfriend in frustration and he tells me I don't have to work and why am I stressing myself.  What! Not work that is not in my nature. I will go crazy. A house wive is not in the cards for me. So if he does not want me to kill him or pick at everything that he does I think he should want me to work somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I leave, I stopped into CPK to grab me a salad togo. And I thought. CPK? If you don't know I worked at CPK for 4 years, I only left 1 year ago.  In my head im like "NOOOOO! Are you crazy" but then again TIPS are nice. I would make the same hourly as any other store however, I would be making TIPS. But who wants to be the pregnant 30 year old  AHHHHHHH Ill keep you posted on my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-6159648103864200572?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/6159648103864200572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=6159648103864200572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6159648103864200572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6159648103864200572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/should-i-go-back-to-cpk.html' title='Should I go back to CPK?'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7722542507637267625</id><published>2008-10-28T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:20:00.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agent'/><title type='text'>Audition....telling my Agent I am pregnant! ahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/funny_pages_20/images/2008/04/28/010_good_bad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 409px;" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/funny_pages_20/images/2008/04/28/010_good_bad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had an audition for a Mc Donald's commercial. The audition was weird. Had to walk weird and play with fake nuggets. You had to be there. lol So since I was in the neighborhood I decided to stop by my agents to say hello and see the new office. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been with my agency since they opened 5 years ago. I love my agents and trust them completely with my career choices. However, I could not tell her on friday; there was so much going on in the office. Clients coming in to say hi, new clients signing up, and not to mention everyone's desk is in head hustling distance. So I chickened out and sent her an email. Everyone said I told them too soon but I would rather them know now why I can't take a world tour or do a swimsuit ad. And plus they might can find me pregnancy work.  I have not heard back from the email so I am a little nervous. I'll keep ya posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7722542507637267625?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7722542507637267625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7722542507637267625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7722542507637267625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7722542507637267625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/auditiontelling-my-agent-i-am-pregnant.html' title='Audition....telling my Agent I am pregnant! ahhh'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-5345932599549674155</id><published>2008-10-24T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:20:00.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigs'/><title type='text'>Gigs I am working on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.paff.org/home/files/imagecache/film_body_image/files/films/studioposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.paff.org/home/files/imagecache/film_body_image/files/films/studioposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP1airQVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/NkzfqS2BxTk/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP1airQVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/NkzfqS2BxTk/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259459491611886514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP1ajNVU3ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/U6fDyHf8Lro/s1600-h/IMG_2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP1ajNVU3ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/U6fDyHf8Lro/s320/IMG_2764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259459500759637394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP1ajkVfG8I/AAAAAAAAADI/G_VUTBa-Wlg/s1600-h/IMG_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP1ajkVfG8I/AAAAAAAAADI/G_VUTBa-Wlg/s320/IMG_2533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259459506934324162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine (simone valentine) told me I should be posting my projects and upcoming tv/movie appearances. I wish this was about 4 months ago when things were really hot but I guess I have to book something so I can post it. lol &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Recently I did a SEARS back to school campaign where I played a kid going back to high school.  It was my biggest job ever. A 5 spot union national commercial! You can see that and my story at arrivelounge.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Adidas internet commercial which I have not even seen. Not a big part just featured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Valentine tv show. Now this was a little featured extra part that everyone has been calling me over. I have yet to see this but apparently I have a great shot but my face book, email and myspace were blowing up with people that saw me. (i will not post extra work not unless it is interesting) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The movie "Studio" I produced is in Blockbuster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Currently producing a pilot for a big network I can't say on the internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is about it as of now. I'm sure it will be more to come....it better be that is my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other Jobs I have had this year 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guest Spot on "Dirty Sexy Money"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guest Spot "Bones"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danced for "Naz" in DC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ford internet Commercial (buyout)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danced in "Fast and the Furious 4"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body Double for Eddie Murphy's new movie "No Where Land"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught dance to Japan's Superstar "Maki Goto"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos:Studio, Bones, Sears, Maki Goto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-5345932599549674155?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/5345932599549674155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=5345932599549674155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5345932599549674155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/5345932599549674155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/gigs-i-am-working-on.html' title='Gigs I am working on!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP1airQVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/NkzfqS2BxTk/s72-c/IMG_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-331402106506751492</id><published>2008-10-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:20:00.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy, AIDS Walk and Universal Horror Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0pFxrNCUI/AAAAAAAAACY/F_s2rjVeAzg/s1600-h/me+and+dad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0pFxrNCUI/AAAAAAAAACY/F_s2rjVeAzg/s320/me+and+dad1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259405119049238850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0pGHT_S7I/AAAAAAAAACg/LCBGdroLupc/s1600-h/IMG_3740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0pGHT_S7I/AAAAAAAAACg/LCBGdroLupc/s320/IMG_3740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259405124857449394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0pGRrH7YI/AAAAAAAAACo/h4Yxfz4TziY/s1600-h/IMG_3751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0pGRrH7YI/AAAAAAAAACo/h4Yxfz4TziY/s320/IMG_3751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259405127638838658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0pGysYgUI/AAAAAAAAACw/uVIXivvXwN4/s1600-h/IMG_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0pGysYgUI/AAAAAAAAACw/uVIXivvXwN4/s320/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259405136502489410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this crazy weekend story is almost over. So Sunday Oct 19 is a tough day for me. It marked the 3 year anniversary of my father passing away.  It is really tough since I am pregnant and my boyfriend and I are talking about wedding plans and my daddy will not be there...physically. I am a total Daddy's Girl so i took his death very hard. Mainly because I know that my best friend Mommy will now be alone. She is handling it better then I thought she is super strong and I want to be just like her and have a relationship just like theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;AIDS WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am known for doing many walks for charity. My sorority along with the NPHC particpated in the AIDS walks LA. It was long and my feet hurt so bad but that day of pain was worth it for the cause.   I raised $450 dollars for the charity. As a group we raised close to 2 grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;UNIVERSAL HORROR NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Ok the last thing of the weekend. After taking a nap from the AIDS walk my boyfriend and I and a bunch of friends decide to go to Universal Horror Nights. My feet are still hurting and I am sick. Yes I know I am pregnant and I should not be pushing myself but I really wanted to go and I had already paid for the tickets. It was so not scary. My boyfriend and I realized that we just might be too old for Haunted Houses because nothing scared us or we have only been to really bad Halloween events. We left after only one maze, the (non) scary studio tour and the Simpsons Ride which was really good. The best part was the really big donut I brought in the Simpsons part of the park.  We came home and was sleep by 11:30pm. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-331402106506751492?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/331402106506751492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=331402106506751492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/331402106506751492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/331402106506751492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddy-aids-walk-and-universal-horror.html' title='Daddy, AIDS Walk and Universal Horror Night'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0pFxrNCUI/AAAAAAAAACY/F_s2rjVeAzg/s72-c/me+and+dad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4022197113828814579</id><published>2008-10-22T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:20:00.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Fried Chicken, Voter Reg, Peach Cobbler, Go Go Dancing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0oAMHEaBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6GIhnRsqngQ/s1600-h/IMG_3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0oAMHEaBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6GIhnRsqngQ/s320/IMG_3727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259403923554592786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0njLXeE0I/AAAAAAAAACI/LKs8PmxN3kE/s1600-h/IMG_3737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0njLXeE0I/AAAAAAAAACI/LKs8PmxN3kE/s320/IMG_3737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259403425138742082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Oct 18 was the beginning of a crazy weekend. I got up in the morning still stick with a cold  but dragged my butt out of bed and went to the Taste of Soul on Crenshaw with my friend Terrisha. The reason why I really wanted to go is because I committed to helping my sorority get people to register to vote. That was a success. It felt good to register so many people.  However, I could not believe that so many people never voted before and sadly so many people said, "Im not voting it does not count." And those stupid people were rocking Obama t-shirts and hats. ARE YOU SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were finished with registration we had to "TASTE some SOUL" We sampled lots of food and I wanted an old school chicken box. Basic fried chicken wings and fries. And it was disgusting. The chicken was too salty and the fries were not done. And it was $10. So being cheap I was not buying anything else. I got me a peach cobbler to go and decided it was time to go home for a nap before I had to go go dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is Go Go time. So since there is no more 6 pack I had to figure out a way to cover my puggy tummy. CORSETS! Not only do they cover my stomach it is super sexy. And since I have gone up 2 cup sizes more attention was on my breast then my stomach anyway. When I get off of stage I over heard two girls talking about how they figured my breast were fake. hahahah if they only knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4022197113828814579?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4022197113828814579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4022197113828814579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4022197113828814579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4022197113828814579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/fried-chicken-voter-reg-peach-cobbler.html' title='Fried Chicken, Voter Reg, Peach Cobbler, Go Go Dancing!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SP0oAMHEaBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6GIhnRsqngQ/s72-c/IMG_3727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-9109945273378094473</id><published>2008-10-21T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:20:00.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc app'/><title type='text'>The HEART BEAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.babycenter.com/i/m/stages/popups/11/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://assets.babycenter.com/i/m/stages/popups/11/index.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard our baby's heart beat. On Friday Oct 17th my boyfriend and I went to my 2nd doc's appointment. So after sitting in the waiting room we went in the back. They weighed me in at 113, 2 pounds more then the last visit which is exactly right according to where I should be in my pregnancy right now. Told ya I stick to schedules. lol &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So me thinking I was going to get an ultrasound my doc brings out this thing called a doppler and puts it on my bikini line. Wait! if my baby is down there what is in my stomach? Not cute. Anyway after hearing what sounded like radio static we heard a strong and fast heart beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my head I am thinking wow I really am pregnant. (yes I was still in denial) It felt so good. I looked over at Maurice and smiled. It made me realize that I  am so in love with him and I am excited to start our new life together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(below is the Doppler)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aurorabioscience.com.au/images/summit_doppler_no_display.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.aurorabioscience.com.au/images/summit_doppler_no_display.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-9109945273378094473?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/9109945273378094473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=9109945273378094473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/9109945273378094473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/9109945273378094473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/heart-beat.html' title='The HEART BEAT!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7693889604560437974</id><published>2008-10-17T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:49:45.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE my Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wondercomments.com/friends/friends_comment_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wondercomments.com/friends/friends_comment_15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Through this pregnancy I have certain friends that I ask advice from and others I would rather not hear what they have to say. Below are some of my favorite people in the whole world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* my sorority sister Tarsha just recently had beautiful twin boys; so not only is she a perfect person to talk to, I have known her for years and love her like she is my blood sister. Also has an amazing teenage daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my bff Derrick- my voice of reason, the one who calms me down and the one that helps me keep my house clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my film partner Terrisha- she keeps me focused on not thinking about my pregnancy all the time and making sure I stay creative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my sorority sister Ali- helps me laugh at everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Bianca - my all natural nature girl keeps me eating grass and nasty food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Adrienne-friend with two kids and still working in the biz. She is also a major comic relief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my sorority sister Quiana- she is that spiritual person I can call about anything and she will listen and not judge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my brother- that calls to check on me and tell me long stories about his job or tries to give me bad name choices for the baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my mommy- she worries so much. Just knowing that I have such an amazing women behind me feels good. She is truly my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My man-last but surely not least. He rubs my backs and my tummy, gets yelled at for nothing, has to hear me complain about not fitting into my bras (which he loves), and gets to see me cry all the time about nothing. I love him more then he knows and I am honored to carry our baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks to everyone else that I have called and vented to, I just had to shot out these certain people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7693889604560437974?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7693889604560437974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7693889604560437974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7693889604560437974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7693889604560437974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/through-this-pregnancy-i-have-certain.html' title='I LOVE my Friends'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8858622733642839987</id><published>2008-10-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:20:00.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! The baby is making me Dumb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1398/542389855_811a187e7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1398/542389855_811a187e7b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are going to get a kick out of this. But yesterday (Wed) I did my normal morning duties.&lt;div&gt;*Pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wash my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*brush my teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*eat a bowl of Heart to Heart with 4 strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*check my email&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*do production work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*plan for todays meetings, dance classes or auditions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*call Derrick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shower and get dressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well lets just say I had a little problem with two of the things on the list. I go to take a shower and I can not remember how to turn the water on. I am pulling and turning what I thought turned on the water but didnt. So I thought that my building had cut off the water. I check by turning on the falcet and they worked. So I go back to the shower still puzzled. I turn the right knob and that water comes out.... start to laugh. wow did I really forget how to turn on my water? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not done there is more. So I get ready for meeting number one. I arrive at the office and no one is there. I ask the receptionist did the location change and she looked in the computer and tells me I am there a whole week too early. AHHHH are you kidding me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Tarsha told me this would happen but then again I never really thought it would happen to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/X/_/bush_dailymirror_dumb_people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/X/_/bush_dailymirror_dumb_people.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8858622733642839987?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8858622733642839987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8858622733642839987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8858622733642839987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8858622733642839987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-baby-is-making-me-dumb.html' title='OMG! The baby is making me Dumb!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1398/542389855_811a187e7b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-4066410443290050995</id><published>2008-10-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:20:00.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>I Taught 3 year olds Tap, Ballet, Hip Hop and Jazz..WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x4b.xanga.com/fe9f6a0456d33107733563/z52684875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://x4b.xanga.com/fe9f6a0456d33107733563/z52684875.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; This picture shows exactly how my class looked. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I subbed a class for a friend of mine. 5 classes to be exact. All an hour each. The first class was full of 3 year olds. The kids were sooooo cute but they didn't listen at all. Well, maybe 2 out of the 10 that actually paid attention. We sat "criss cross apple sauce" and talked about princesses then we twirled around the room. Some cried. Some bullied other kids by stealing their stickers and some ran back out of the room to their mothers. This was a true test to me having a baby. Even though I wanted to scream I handled it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 5 to 7 year olds. Wow they were worst then the 3 year olds. They talked so much about nothing. Wanted to tell me all of their parents business. So note to self "watch what you say around your kids..they will tell on you." These kids followed directions a lot better but it was still like pulling teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes got older as the day when on. However the dance level of the kids did not really advance much. My teens were super shy and was afraid to dance because they did not want to look silly. My last class was the best because they were not afraid to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours of whining and complaining, I survived but did I pass the test is the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-4066410443290050995?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/4066410443290050995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=4066410443290050995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4066410443290050995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/4066410443290050995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-taught-3-year-olds-tap-ballet-hip-hop.html' title='I Taught 3 year olds Tap, Ballet, Hip Hop and Jazz..WOW'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8690268151824959729</id><published>2008-10-13T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:20:00.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>My skin...ahhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/img/2008/04/24/amd_heidi_murkoff_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nydailynews.com/img/2008/04/24/amd_heidi_murkoff_book.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok call me vain but I like looking good. I hate the fact that my face is breaking out like I am some high school kid. So I looked in what I call my baby bible "What to Expect When You are Expecting." by Heidi Murkoff And it says that only a hand full of women experience that "motherly glow" others get rashes on their bodies and breakouts on their face, neck and chest. Some women even get a brown mask over their face. WHAT! A Brown Mask!  Now one of my friends told me she had this mask thing, I didn't believe her until now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to find a natural remedy for this breaking because it is not cute. So if anyone knows anything I can do please let me know. I can not be a busted pregnant girl...come on I live in LA, the land of Britney Spears, Range Rovers, Miniature Dogs, Paparazzi, Sushi (that I can't eat), Beaches, Celebrities, Mercedes, and a Starbucks on every corner.  I must uphold the image of a fly LA girl.....Let's Do Lunch!....No really. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8690268151824959729?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8690268151824959729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8690268151824959729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8690268151824959729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8690268151824959729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-skinahhhhh.html' title='My skin...ahhhhh'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-1207412530809495295</id><published>2008-10-10T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:53:02.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary! How we met!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.astor-theatre.com/images/in-line/posters/postersT/the-notebook-ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.astor-theatre.com/images/in-line/posters/postersT/the-notebook-ver2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today oct 10th is the day that Maurice and I decided to make it official.  Here is the story. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was out with a close girl friend (Adrienne) of mine on a Friday night. We went to see Imajin (my favorite band) but the show was over early and we still wanted to hang out. She told me to call Alex (ahhh to much back story with who he is to her.....let's just say he was one of those dudes that appeared when he wanted to and disappeared when he did not want to be found..Sorry Baby Pup). So anyway, I called him to see if he knew of anything going on. He said that we should meet him and his friends at HYDE on Sunset.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we are sitting in the car doing the girl mirror thing, a blue car pulls up next to us, with bubbly Alex in the back. We get in the car and drive a half a block to the club. In the club I am talking to everyone. There was an annoying friend that was with them that made me want to go home. (ya know ladies the one that does not get the girls so he messes it up for his friends).  Adrienne and Alex was reminiscing and both wanted to go back to a guy name Mo's house. I did not want to go because it had "Set Up" written all over it. But she didn't want to go by her self. Now in the movie this is where one of us would come up missing but it was not that dramatic. We waited for a car in valet and Mo put his jacket around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are at Mo's house and the annoying friend is picking with me.  So Mo kept moving me away from from him. Then Mo asked me to go in his room. Ok now, I see where this is going and I am not that kind of girl. He claimed he wanted to talk about movies. So my dumb butt goes in the room. (i know i know....stupid) However, we do talk about movies. He proceeds to tell me that his favorite movie is the "Notebook"....(bullshit). So at this point I know he is trying to get me in bed with him. Because no guy is going to tell a girl that is his favorite movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as he goes to kiss me his annoying friend opens the door and wants to be taken home. We exchange numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry almost done. The next morning I am walking through the street fair to the dance studio for rehearsal. I look a mess. Basketball shorts, no make-up and a hoodie. And who do I run into "Mo."  He picked me up and kissed me like we have been kissing each other for years. He asked to take me out that night. I told him I don't know because I already had plans (I had a date). While I was in rehearsal, Mo talked to my girlfriends and had them convince me to do out with him. He offered to take all of us out just so he could spend some time with me.  So I lied to my date  (i know i know) and told him I had to go out with the artist I was dancing for. He actually came over while I was getting dressed for the date with Mo because he was buying cookies from my friends kids and I had to help them with their cookie sale.   (sorry I had to get their cookie money) Don't worry I didn't like him all. Told him I don't kiss people I'm dating just so he would not try to kiss me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mo, Adrienne, Chanel, Shaya (annoying guy) and I  went to Ago on Melrose. Wait...where did Alex go ?(he did one of his disappearing acts) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mo is Maurice and we have been together every day since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO74E3MyzcI/AAAAAAAAACA/bwL8w-9fBWk/s1600-h/maurice,ad,alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO74E3MyzcI/AAAAAAAAACA/bwL8w-9fBWk/s320/maurice,ad,alex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255410577608723906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice, Adrienne &amp;amp; Alex- if it was not for there disfuncional relationship Maurice and I would have never meet. lol Thanks AD and Baby Pup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-1207412530809495295?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/1207412530809495295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=1207412530809495295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1207412530809495295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/1207412530809495295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-anniversary-how-we-met.html' title='Our Anniversary! How we met!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO74E3MyzcI/AAAAAAAAACA/bwL8w-9fBWk/s72-c/maurice,ad,alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-6911583891084979894</id><published>2008-10-09T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:20:00.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly pictures'/><title type='text'>My First Belly Picture...or Lack There of..</title><content type='html'>Most of my friends know that I am a p90x freak and I faithfully do my crunches. However, I am not doing P90x or crunches throughout my pregnancy because it is very very strenuous.  However, I am still doing 2 to 3 dance classes a week with light swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday my best friend Derrick and I had a chill day. And he thought it was time for me to take a beginning picture so everyone can see my growing belly. Here it is.....me at 2 1/2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO2KEWz2A9I/AAAAAAAAABo/B7xH0UOuUfc/s1600-h/IMG_3710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO2KEWz2A9I/AAAAAAAAABo/B7xH0UOuUfc/s320/IMG_3710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255008147658376146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO2KElSDwrI/AAAAAAAAABw/sVs-oM_R8uo/s1600-h/IMG_3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO2KElSDwrI/AAAAAAAAABw/sVs-oM_R8uo/s320/IMG_3711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255008151543202482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after our nice relaxing workout in the pool we decided to make a fat girl dinner. KFC and homemade funnel cake. Yes, I finally found my funnel cake. Shut up people I eat right all of the time let me have my KFC and Funnel Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO2KepuDwLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rUta06_Vf9Y/s1600-h/IMG_3723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO2KepuDwLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rUta06_Vf9Y/s320/IMG_3723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255008599410983090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-6911583891084979894?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/6911583891084979894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=6911583891084979894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6911583891084979894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6911583891084979894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-belly-pictureor-lack-there-of.html' title='My First Belly Picture...or Lack There of..'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SO2KEWz2A9I/AAAAAAAAABo/B7xH0UOuUfc/s72-c/IMG_3710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8438981214918708569</id><published>2008-10-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:06:00.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>My Boyfriend is Eating all of the food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOriOpUSr0I/AAAAAAAAABg/L4wjBgL3MZ0/s1600-h/IMG_2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOriOpUSr0I/AAAAAAAAABg/L4wjBgL3MZ0/s320/IMG_2721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254260656518115138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is for everyone that has been texting me and leaving me messages asking if I want to go and eat (if you are paying then we can EAT!) or if I've gotten fat yet. I don't get hungry anymore then normal. But I think Maurice (boyfriend/baby's father) is getting all of that. He goes into the office for a couple of hours and comes back and sleeps ALL DAY and eats all the time. He wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to Taco Bell or Jack in the Box. He is the one that will eat ice cream and a Taco. So I think he is going to be the one gaining the weight. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been going to atleast 2 to 3 dance classes a week, so I dont go crazy with all this baby talk. People keep asking me how I feel (THANKS) ...but Im good. I go to the doc next friday so I might start to tell more people after that, then again, my closest friends know and all others can kick rocks (except you amazing blog readers. I think being pregnant has made me mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go and pee. Oh and no morning sickness...so far.....yaaaay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8438981214918708569?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8438981214918708569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8438981214918708569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8438981214918708569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8438981214918708569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-boyfriend-is-eating-all-of-food.html' title='My Boyfriend is Eating all of the food.'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOriOpUSr0I/AAAAAAAAABg/L4wjBgL3MZ0/s72-c/IMG_2721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-6776178147070290352</id><published>2008-10-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:22:08.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>Where is the food?</title><content type='html'>Ok maybe it is the pregnant part of me or just my normal human instant to want to feed myself. On Saturday I went to my sorority meeting (Alpha Kappa Alpha inc. will give you guys info on them in a later blog). This meeting was soooo long. So after sitting through the longest meeting in the world.  A couple of my sisters and I decide to go to Chilies. Ok, sorry Chillies, but I could not find anything healthy on the menu. I hate sending back food but I order chicken tenders that had no chicken inside just greasy fried tasteless yuck.  Then I ordered a burger WELL DONE and it comes pink. AHHHHHH So now it has been hours and I have eaten some french fries and a bottle water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday after church I meet up with my friends at the NoHo Arts Street Festival.  So we are all excited to eat some food from the vendors. Where are the vendors? Please do not tell me that Domino's Pizza, Hog Dogs and a Chicken Patty are the ONLY food here. NOOOO! Where is the chicken on the stick, grilled corn, funnel cake, candy apples, burgers and french fries.  So we ended up eating at a restaurant like most of the people at the festival. I know the economy is bad but geez people still have to eat. Yeah yeah yeah I know it is not healthy but I eat great all the time, I could have had a corn dog and a funnel cake and been a very happy girl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper1194/stills/ni780jf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper1194/stills/ni780jf2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beckdietsolution.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/fair-food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://beckdietsolution.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/fair-food.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-6776178147070290352?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/6776178147070290352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=6776178147070290352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6776178147070290352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6776178147070290352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-food.html' title='Where is the food?'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8836600237271947089</id><published>2008-10-04T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:54:34.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>PLEASE VOTE</title><content type='html'>The biggest stars in the world have collaborated with MySpace on a newly launched non-partisan PSA created to encourage young Americans to register and vote in the upcoming presidential election. Produced by Leonardo DiCaprio’s Appian Way production company, the clip features a Who’s Who of the brightest stars in Hollywood, which in addition to Leo includes Jamie Foxx, Natalie Portman, Eva Longoria, Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox, Forest Whitaker, Tobey Maguire, Usher, BEP’s will.i.am and members of Maroon 5 and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, among many other passionate proponents of change. Check it out and then become a link in a video chain letter from the most popular group of friends on MySpace! (*myspace.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=43877316"&gt;Register to vote!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=43877316,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=43877316,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8836600237271947089?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8836600237271947089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8836600237271947089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8836600237271947089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8836600237271947089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-vote.html' title='PLEASE VOTE'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3311111644359099363</id><published>2008-10-03T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:00:00.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>5..6...7..8..DANCE</title><content type='html'>A  long night of moodiness, peeing and NOT SLEEPING. AHHHH This is only the beginning.  I pull myself together to take a 4 pm dance class.  Since I was running on hardly no sleep I told myself I was going to stand in the back and mark it. Well being that I was the only person who showed up to class; marking it was out of the question. After 30 minutes of  my now private lesson people decide to come and take class. I did OK not my best. I think being pregnant is making me think too much and I cant focus on one thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dance class I had on my computer. I could not tape the class I took yesterday  but here is a taste of what this pregnant chick is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=13657804,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=13657804,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3311111644359099363?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3311111644359099363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3311111644359099363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3311111644359099363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3311111644359099363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/5678dance.html' title='5..6...7..8..DANCE'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3663760000683872688</id><published>2008-10-02T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:54:51.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>Potty Training...MYSELF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brightbeginningselc.com/nss-folder/pictures/img_potty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.brightbeginningselc.com/nss-folder/pictures/img_potty.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those people that if you wake me up then it takes me some time to get back to sleep. Well now that I am pregnant I have to get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom.  It so sucks. Don't try to hold it, your goose duvet will not like you. So I have mastered walking to the bathroom without waking up.  I don't completely open my eyes and I feel my way to the bathroom. This has worked all but one day when Maurice forgot to put the toilet seat down and I found myself sliding around a cold damp bare toilet almost busting my butt on the floor. So gross. Now I'm awake because I have to jump in the shower at 4:30 am. So guys please remember to put down the seat.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3663760000683872688?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3663760000683872688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3663760000683872688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3663760000683872688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3663760000683872688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/potty-trainingmyself.html' title='Potty Training...MYSELF!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-6777409159213445384</id><published>2008-09-26T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:24:01.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Obama or Bust</title><content type='html'>Went to the debate rally with my normal gang of friends. Had to record this so our baby knows that we care about their future and we will be voting for change. Vote Obama or don't vote at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQkY64CfWI/AAAAAAAAABY/-DFafNZ8K2s/s1600-h/Obama+and+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQkY64CfWI/AAAAAAAAABY/-DFafNZ8K2s/s320/Obama+and+friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252363075960601954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends in the picture: Maurice (I guess I have to say my baby daddy), Me, Derrick, Simone and Kristy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-6777409159213445384?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/6777409159213445384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=6777409159213445384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6777409159213445384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6777409159213445384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/09/obama-or-bust.html' title='Obama or Bust'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQkY64CfWI/AAAAAAAAABY/-DFafNZ8K2s/s72-c/Obama+and+friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8294864608318880985</id><published>2008-09-22T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:26:53.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not a pregnant teen I swear!</title><content type='html'>I gave a lot of blood today. I walked in the clinic and they talked to me like I was some pregnant child. It does not help when I am covering my eyes when she pulls out the needle. While she is taking my blood and my free hand is over my eyes, I tell her that I am 30. She then becomes really friendly and begins to give me advice. Wow this is going to be an interesting pregnancy. If I am being treated weird and I am not even showing yet. I cant wait to rock some pig tails and a short skirt with a book bag on my back and go to the mall. lol &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close your eyes the picture you are about to see it REAL. There is a needle in my arm! Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQiETLxJFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UxERdmCD9tk/s1600-h/IMG_3479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQiETLxJFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UxERdmCD9tk/s320/IMG_3479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252360522685293650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8294864608318880985?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8294864608318880985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8294864608318880985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8294864608318880985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8294864608318880985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-pregnant-teen-i-swear.html' title='Im not a pregnant teen I swear!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQiETLxJFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UxERdmCD9tk/s72-c/IMG_3479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-3172124261831197484</id><published>2008-09-19T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:06:03.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc app'/><title type='text'>The 1st Doctor Visit....Yabba Dabba Dooo</title><content type='html'>I am so scared. I am such a planner and this is a year earlier in my plan but being the producer I am, I will be ok. So we get to our appointment 5 mins late. Ofcouse I called because I am never late. When I get there the desk nurse tells me that I have to reschedule because I am late. Even though I called and they said come on in. I started crying. Not only was I nervous to be there but the dumb lady is now telling me I have to wait 2 more weeks. So seeing that I was very upset....they take us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go in the back. And this bubbly hyper lady walks in and introduces herself as my doctor. She tells me everything I already know from bugging my friend/sorority sister Tarsha. She does a pap test and tells me to take two FLINTSTONES Vitamins everyday and to come back in 4 weeks. Yes I said Flinstones. This was not like the movies what so ever. I didnt get to see an unidentifiable moving ball of light on a screen and fake that I know what she is pointing too. I still have a 6 pack....well...kind of...How could there be anything in my stomach. I weighed in at 110 pounds. So my only adivce is to take some children's vitamins, don't eat sushi, don't drink, don't perm or color my hair, don't do drugs and don't touch cat litter and come back in 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.whdh.com/images/news_articles/389x205/080507_flintstones_vitamins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www1.whdh.com/images/news_articles/389x205/080507_flintstones_vitamins.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-3172124261831197484?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/3172124261831197484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=3172124261831197484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3172124261831197484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/3172124261831197484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-doctor-visityabba-dabba-dooo.html' title='The 1st Doctor Visit....Yabba Dabba Dooo'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-8141890945565211615</id><published>2008-09-19T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:58:45.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080918/capt.70af24a3688a4b93b40e86006c722b34.janet_jackson_concert_camt102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20080918/capt.70af24a3688a4b93b40e86006c722b34.janet_jackson_concert_camt102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS- Went to the concert with my closest friends. Derrick, Chris and Bianca. As  they are throwing back beers and mixed drinks. I have a club soda with a lime in my hand trying to fit in.  They constantly ask if I am ok. YES...geez I'm pregnant not dying. My friends are more excited then I am about me being pregnant. It feels good to know that I have friends that love me and care about how I am feeling. I don't know what I would do with my baby Maurice, my family, my sorority sisters and my close friends Derrick, Terrisha, Bianca, Andrew, Adrienne, Chanel and Danielle. Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets talk about JANET...Miss Jackson if ya NASTY. The show was a little disappointing because it was kind of blah. I am a major Janet fan and supporter and have been to numerous shows but this one had weird costume changes that didn't match the song and little boy dancers that had on baggy spandex shorts. However it was a good song selection but no big props or pyrotechnics like she normally has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-8141890945565211615?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/8141890945565211615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=8141890945565211615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8141890945565211615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/8141890945565211615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/10/janet-concert.html' title='Janet Concert'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-7938548384488322</id><published>2008-09-16T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:28:01.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 30th Birthday...and only a few knew.</title><content type='html'>AHHH my family is here to visit for my 30th birthday celebration. I am trying to plan a party, show them around and I'm Pregnant! Talk about a lot on my plate. Oh yeah no one really knows yet. My birthday party was a success. Everyone looked amazing. At the end of the party I decided to tell a couple of friends and family that Maurice and I were pregnant. One of my friends freaked out and went kind of psycho crazy at the fact that I was starting the life that she wanted. She is cool now...I hope. &lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQXJwHmHZI/AAAAAAAAABI/cZyIfsz0jrs/s400/chanel+me+ad+danielle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252348521723862418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chanel, Me, Adrienne, &amp;amp; Danielle. The Hollywood Sex and the City Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-7938548384488322?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/7938548384488322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=7938548384488322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7938548384488322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/7938548384488322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-30th-birthdayand-only-few-know.html' title='My 30th Birthday...and only a few knew.'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQXJwHmHZI/AAAAAAAAABI/cZyIfsz0jrs/s72-c/chanel+me+ad+danielle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309261352451120538.post-6413289571230751449</id><published>2008-09-04T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:13:20.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeing on a stick changed my life.</title><content type='html'>The past couple of nights I could not sleep through the night without peeing. Maurice being funny told me to take a pregnancy test. So the morning of Sept 2nd as i get up to go to the bathroom at 6am I took the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid back down and put the test on the night stand. I knew I was not pregnant so I didn't really rush to read the test. So I rolled over and glanced at the stick. AHHH the stick. I see 2 pink lines instead of 1. I sit up. My heart is beating fast. Maurice rolls over and still asleep he asks if I am ok. I let out a scream..."omg omg omg Im pregnant Im pregnant." He jumped up and held me and told me that we will be ok and this is a blessing from God and he will be with me every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/56/183109638_c517f94a0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/183109638_c517f94a0e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309261352451120538-6413289571230751449?l=babytake1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/feeds/6413289571230751449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309261352451120538&amp;postID=6413289571230751449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6413289571230751449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309261352451120538/posts/default/6413289571230751449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babytake1.blogspot.com/2008/09/peeing-on-stick-changed-my-life.html' title='Peeing on a stick changed my life.'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09438311186180507148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSFllSO3NMM/SOQUuz5C3NI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kmiUoDKjuh0/S220/headshot+pigtails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
