<?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-5009825097310967151</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:56:36.679-07:00</updated><category term='worry'/><category term='husband'/><category term='house'/><category term='moving'/><category term='back to blogging'/><category term='yakima'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='vegan'/><category term='babies'/><category term='stress'/><category term='headache'/><category term='God'/><title type='text'>...September...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-3334310512249211177</id><published>2010-04-06T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:53:02.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog.</title><content type='html'>Blogger bothers me.&lt;br&gt;It refuses to work correctly on my phone.&lt;br&gt;Plus. It doesn&amp;#39;t have an app.&lt;br&gt;Conclusion.&lt;br&gt;We are now separated...&lt;br&gt;And highly doubters will &amp;quot;work it out&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;You see, ive found something better.&lt;br&gt;Goodbye Blogger.&lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;ve had our days in the sun.&lt;br&gt;Lol.&lt;br&gt;Ya&amp;#39;ll can visit me at &lt;br&gt;WWW.modernhippiemama.Wordpress.com &lt;br&gt;They have an app.&lt;br&gt;The end&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless Phone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-3334310512249211177?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/3334310512249211177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=3334310512249211177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3334310512249211177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3334310512249211177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blog.html' title='New blog.'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-8379238082553680219</id><published>2010-02-06T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:56:14.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because he's needy....but I love him</title><content type='html'>I have returned.&lt;br&gt;Well...at least for one post.&lt;br&gt;Fear not my faithful readers (2?)&lt;p&gt;I have indeed been absent. Guess why.&lt;br&gt;Yes of course! I am, in fact, a mom. And the mini human who gave me  &lt;br&gt;said title is now a 4 1/2 month old bundle of slobber, demands and  &lt;br&gt;teeth.  Oh Lordy the teeth!&lt;br&gt;I feel for him though. The feeling of small shards slowly sawing  &lt;br&gt;through your soft tissue on a daily basis really does not sound fun.&lt;br&gt;You want baby updates:&lt;br&gt;Um.&lt;br&gt;He can sit up now. Unaided. Though he protests. He also protest laying  &lt;br&gt;down. Yes, he is indecisive.&lt;br&gt;He talks....constantly. Well it actually sounds like ninja cries, and  &lt;br&gt;will totally catch you off guard if your not prepared.&lt;br&gt;He is in 18-24 clothes. They are a big baggy but fit snugg length wise.&lt;br&gt;He love love LOVES the dog...... He grabs hard and hangs on tight.   &lt;br&gt;Bently...is overall a good sport.&lt;p&gt;Um. Yup.&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s something else.&lt;br&gt;I really don&amp;#39;t know we lived without him. Ever!&lt;p&gt;Jon sent in his application to gonzaga. Now we just have to get him to  &lt;br&gt;Yakima to take his GMAT. Ugh tests. I do not envy him...though I am  &lt;br&gt;very proud!&lt;p&gt;Yea. Life has been...crazy.  Talk about leaning and trusting in the  &lt;br&gt;Lord. But HE has provided for us in ways I&amp;#39;ve never exspected. And I  &lt;br&gt;am very greatful. In all reality we should be living in our car eating  &lt;br&gt;top ramen and saltines now. But we are not. Praise God.&lt;p&gt;So. School is a...start over ... I guess. New job. New ( well for jon)  &lt;br&gt;place. Pay off debt. Everything. I&amp;#39;m not going to pretentious it will  &lt;br&gt;be easy. But it will be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-8379238082553680219?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/8379238082553680219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=8379238082553680219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/8379238082553680219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/8379238082553680219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-hes-needybut-i-love-him.html' title='Because he&apos;s needy....but I love him'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-6997555155546485506</id><published>2009-12-14T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:28:45.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three months ago I was....</title><content type='html'>Yep. That&amp;#39;s right. It&amp;#39;s been 3 months. Almost. Three months ago right  &lt;br&gt;now I was just about ready to die. And. Also. Believed I might. That  &lt;br&gt;pain is but a distant memory now. Praise God!&lt;br&gt;But my little guy is not so little anymore.&lt;br&gt;He actually rather giant like.&lt;br&gt;Our recient achievements have included rolling over ( my this I mean  &lt;br&gt;he&amp;#39;s actually doing it more consistantly now..... He began this last  &lt;br&gt;month)&lt;br&gt;Grabbing things and putting them in his mouth.&lt;br&gt;Keeping his hands in his mouth.&lt;br&gt;Always. Always with the slobbery hands in the mouth.&lt;br&gt;Having the strenth to sit up by himself.... Though we are wobbley.&lt;br&gt;New sounds&lt;br&gt;A facination with food&lt;br&gt;A new cry quite unlike&lt;br&gt;The little baby cry that is.....how shall I say.... Very  &lt;br&gt;annoying...and henceforth....very effective)&lt;br&gt;No more wobbley head&lt;p&gt;He&amp;#39;s quite the little man now. Very very sure of himself as well.&lt;br&gt;We love him.&lt;br&gt;But.&lt;br&gt;Who wouldn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-6997555155546485506?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/6997555155546485506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=6997555155546485506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6997555155546485506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6997555155546485506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-months-ago-i-was.html' title='Three months ago I was....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-6106089031682152199</id><published>2009-12-14T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:20:50.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A society raised on lies</title><content type='html'>Overthe last year I have pretty much only blogged about pregnancy and  &lt;br&gt;babies.  And while that is pretty much the theme of my life..... I do  &lt;br&gt;still have a mind which I on occation use.&lt;br&gt;Lately I&amp;#39;ve come across some pretty interesting and some pretty gross  &lt;br&gt;things involving childhood education and indoctrination. First being a  &lt;br&gt;post from this blog which I posted on facebook ( &lt;a href="http://stewartspeak.com/"&gt;http://stewartspeak.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;  ) talking about the book &amp;quot; why mommy is a democrat&amp;quot; and how they  &lt;br&gt;save the world. Democrats aren&amp;#39;t satans minions. But really. This is  &lt;br&gt;crap.&lt;br&gt;Second:&lt;br&gt;I had a conversation with my mother (who is a teacher currently  &lt;br&gt;teaching my old preschool /kindergarten class back in Idaho) who was  &lt;br&gt;telling me of some fourth grade material on &amp;quot;safe homosexual sex&amp;quot; with  &lt;br&gt;illustrated how-tos on fisting. Really. First of all... O MY GOSH! I  &lt;br&gt;do not and would never want my fourth grader hearing these things.  &lt;br&gt;But..... I refuse to be dumb. I know that fourth graders are more  &lt;br&gt;informed and exsperianced at their age than I probably was at 16.  &lt;br&gt;( sad) but really. Who gets of thinking it&amp;#39;s okay to teach any child  &lt;br&gt;of any age this stuff. And that it&amp;#39;s the schools place to do so.&lt;br&gt;Crap&lt;br&gt;Crap&lt;br&gt;Crappity crap.&lt;br&gt;I am a parent now.&lt;br&gt;So I can say this with ferver.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be damned if I let the world indoctrinate my son in this way.&lt;br&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-6106089031682152199?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/6106089031682152199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=6106089031682152199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6106089031682152199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-7106503239675582478</id><published>2009-11-11T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:22:00.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...side effects...</title><content type='html'>Tubes.&lt;br&gt;Still.&lt;br&gt;Weak.&lt;br&gt;Still.&lt;br&gt;Starving.&lt;br&gt;Still.&lt;br&gt;On couch.&lt;br&gt;Still.&lt;br&gt;Now.&lt;br&gt;Mastitis.&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s one more.&lt;br&gt;Ahh.&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-7106503239675582478?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/7106503239675582478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=7106503239675582478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7106503239675582478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7106503239675582478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/11/side-effects.html' title='...side effects...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-7824492859709194719</id><published>2009-11-08T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:15:07.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hospital journey.....</title><content type='html'>I have been gone.&lt;br&gt;I know.&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s why.&lt;br&gt;Wednesday and Thursday mornin I was gearing up for company coming.   &lt;br&gt;All our family was coming up for what was suppose to be Jadens Baby  &lt;br&gt;detication at church today.&lt;br&gt;My parents come from Idaho.&lt;br&gt;My inlaws and sister-in-law came up from Yakima. They are currently  &lt;br&gt;staying at my other sister-in-laws house.&lt;br&gt;Friday was lovely.....&lt;br&gt;UNTIL........&lt;br&gt;We got takeout from brown latern.&lt;br&gt;I got a Chicken sandwhichand some&lt;br&gt;Fries(&amp;lt;-triggers attacts try tell me) z. I got chicken because I had  &lt;br&gt;indeed slowly began transitioning back to a vegan diet. To feel  &lt;br&gt;better. My body liked it.  But by gollie those turkey sandwhiches were  &lt;br&gt;nice during pregnancy.&lt;br&gt;Anyway.&lt;br&gt;Sidetracked.&lt;br&gt;Sorry.&lt;br&gt;Small chest pain immediately after dinner.&lt;br&gt;Not worried.&lt;br&gt;Had major acid reflux during pregnancy.&lt;br&gt;Since My son was born I had had 3 other episodes of pain like this.  I  &lt;br&gt;began attributing it to has that got&lt;br&gt;Stuck in my tummy.  Babies do in fact rearrange your insides. No.fun.&lt;br&gt;Those episodes of pain had usually lasted about 30 minutes.&lt;br&gt;They.&lt;br&gt;Were.&lt;br&gt;HORRID.&lt;br&gt;I would liken them to labor pains. It felt like a contraction in my  &lt;br&gt;rib cage that never let go .&lt;br&gt;Anyway.&lt;br&gt;It happened this time.&lt;br&gt;Only THIS time it&lt;br&gt;WOULDN&amp;#39;T STOP!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;Hours went by.&lt;br&gt;Luckily baby was sleepy.&lt;br&gt;I only had to feed him once.&lt;br&gt;It started at about 8pm.....&lt;br&gt;It persist.&lt;br&gt;Then came bathroom time.&lt;br&gt;I did&lt;br&gt;Everything you can imagine in there.&lt;br&gt;( well I guess that&amp;#39;s how demented you are...maybe not everything)&lt;br&gt;Came to the hospital at about 4am&lt;br&gt;They think it&amp;#39;s my gallblatter.&lt;br&gt;Get nausia and pain meds.&lt;br&gt;They are good.&lt;br&gt;No....great.&lt;br&gt;Ultrasound time.&lt;br&gt;Very strange to have an ultrasound and NOT be looking at baby.&lt;br&gt;Gallstones.&lt;br&gt;Lots of them.&lt;br&gt;Little ones.&lt;br&gt;The kinds that travel places.&lt;br&gt;They told&lt;br&gt;Me if it worked it&amp;#39;s way into a certain area.....that that pain would  &lt;br&gt;be 10x worse AND it would be uncurable. I&amp;#39;d live with it for the rest  &lt;br&gt;of my life.&lt;br&gt;I did not like this option.&lt;br&gt;After some tears and deliberation.&lt;br&gt;They immediately scheduled my surgery.&lt;br&gt;Went in at 1.....&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t remember passing out.&lt;br&gt;Last thing I remember I was talking to the nurse about being able to  &lt;br&gt;see my gallblatter.  I like&lt;br&gt;That sorta thing.&lt;br&gt;I came out at 2:30&lt;br&gt;Woke up at 3:30&lt;br&gt;Back to the room by 4:30&lt;br&gt;Jon is much better now.....I think he was a wreck.....though we will  &lt;br&gt;not admit it.&lt;br&gt;So...I saw it.  It was packed with little stones.&lt;br&gt;I believe them now.&lt;br&gt;My gallblatter was also much smaller than I would Have though.&lt;br&gt;Odd.&lt;br&gt;They were se naughty little stones that made their way towards my  &lt;br&gt;intestines. They are stuck.  That is why i vomit up all my food. Have  &lt;br&gt;to go for a second proceedure at a different hospital today... &lt;br&gt;(hopfully) sometime.&lt;br&gt;They go down through my mouth to&lt;br&gt;Flush them out.&lt;br&gt;Yay.&lt;br&gt;Not so thrilled.&lt;br&gt;I gag.&lt;br&gt;So I stopped taking my morphine. Didn&amp;#39;t think&lt;br&gt;It did a whole lot.&lt;p&gt;Have sething like Motron for pain....bit it made me throw up....so  &lt;br&gt;then they gave me anti nausia meds.&lt;br&gt;Which didn&amp;#39;t really help.&lt;br&gt;So I stopped that too.&lt;br&gt;I am now just on a fluid iv.&lt;br&gt;It hurts but.....&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d rather deal with that then the side effects.&lt;br&gt;Also.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;Pumping.&lt;br&gt;Or&lt;br&gt;Trying to.&lt;br&gt;But you don&amp;#39;t make much milk when u have no water and no food!!!!!&lt;br&gt;So.....poor guys getting formula too.&lt;br&gt;He LOVES it I&amp;#39;m told. Not happy about that bit I am glad he&amp;#39;s eating.  &lt;br&gt;And it&amp;#39;s okay since I can&amp;#39;t feed him much now.&lt;br&gt;But.&lt;br&gt;Bottom line.&lt;br&gt;I HATE that my babys getting fed out of a can.... And that I can feed  &lt;br&gt;him now.&lt;br&gt;I pumped a full bottle this morning.&lt;br&gt;Last pump was about 1 1/2 oz:(&lt;br&gt;Hospital pumps work better though.&lt;br&gt;So anyway.&lt;br&gt;Im soooo thirsty&lt;br&gt;I only get ice.&lt;br&gt;Next I get to DRINK water&lt;br&gt;Then juice.&lt;br&gt;Then jello&lt;br&gt;Then broth....which I&lt;br&gt;Will live&lt;br&gt;On this week most likely.&lt;br&gt;The low&lt;br&gt;Fat to a NO FAT diet for the next two months.&lt;br&gt;Low fat for the rest of my life.&lt;br&gt;And very small meals. Always.&lt;br&gt;No thanksgiving for me:)&lt;br&gt;Guess I am destined to be a veggie/vegan:)&lt;br&gt;Thank you frenchfries.&lt;br&gt;I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-7824492859709194719?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/7824492859709194719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=7824492859709194719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7824492859709194719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7824492859709194719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-hospital-journey.html' title='My hospital journey.....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-375402019685776432</id><published>2009-11-04T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:54:29.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day three</title><content type='html'>This is a sad excuse for blog.&lt;br&gt;But it has been a very. Bad. Day.&lt;br&gt;The small wonder is sick.&lt;br&gt;Very cranky.&lt;br&gt;Very clingy.&lt;br&gt;Very needy.&lt;br&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m tired.&lt;br&gt;Company tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;my parents are coming for the baby detication on Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Need to clean the house.&lt;br&gt;But when.&lt;br&gt;Ouch.&lt;br&gt;My head.&lt;br&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br&gt;Sleep would be nice.&lt;br&gt;But...&lt;br&gt;Alas.&lt;br&gt;It is unlikely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-375402019685776432?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/375402019685776432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=375402019685776432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/375402019685776432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/375402019685776432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-three.html' title='Day three'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-7623894648469702827</id><published>2009-11-03T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:20:30.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two</title><content type='html'>Well I made two so far...&lt;br&gt;Perhaps that&amp;#39;s it.&lt;br&gt;So yesterday cont.....&lt;p&gt;My darling child would NOT nap yesterday.... He finally took his first  &lt;br&gt;nap since 9am at 245pm. Yeah. Cranky. No doubt.&lt;br&gt;My eye dr appt was at 345.....so I had to wake him up twenty minutes  &lt;br&gt;before. Now he&amp;#39;s hungry...even though he ate 30 minutes ago..he has  &lt;br&gt;since then slept...and is now hungry.&lt;br&gt;Now I put him in in his car seat.&lt;br&gt;To say he hates this is an understatement. He loaths this.you see... I  &lt;br&gt;do not have one of these children that fall asleep when the car starts  &lt;br&gt;going. No. He screams.... Forever. The only way he calms sown is if we  &lt;br&gt;are on the freeway for more than 30 minute. He likes going fast. So  &lt;br&gt;this will come in handy when we travel for holidays.... But not  &lt;br&gt;everyday.&lt;br&gt;So he screamed.&lt;br&gt;We got there.&lt;br&gt;He screamed.&lt;br&gt;Jon was late at relieving me.&lt;br&gt;So the nice eye people stalled and allowed me to feed him.&lt;br&gt;Jon came.&lt;br&gt;More screaming.&lt;br&gt; From my son not jon.&lt;br&gt;But alas time for eye exam.&lt;br&gt;My eye doctor talks fast.&lt;br&gt;He is very informative.&lt;br&gt;But a fast talker.&lt;br&gt;He told me I have abnormally large eyeballs.&lt;br&gt;He said it was not a compliment.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m evidently just a freak of nature.&lt;br&gt;I also have many lil quirky things in my eyes that are very  &lt;br&gt;uncommon.:..especially for those of us not ordering off of the SC menu.&lt;br&gt;He told me my eyes were worse.&lt;br&gt;I knew that.&lt;br&gt;That is in fact why we were there.&lt;br&gt;Duh.&lt;br&gt;He also told me my left eye is slowly becoming nonfuctional......as a  &lt;br&gt;result I should exspect to be legally blind ..( if not entirely  &lt;br&gt;blind)....later in life. We do not know when. Yay.&lt;br&gt;Thus is not uncommon.&lt;br&gt;My aunt is legally blind in the exact same eye.&lt;p&gt;On another note.&lt;br&gt;My son.&lt;br&gt;Quite unhappy this week.&lt;br&gt;Dunno.&lt;p&gt;Uh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-7623894648469702827?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/7623894648469702827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=7623894648469702827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7623894648469702827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7623894648469702827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-two.html' title='Day two'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1821473043917232950</id><published>2009-11-02T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:35:23.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already a day late</title><content type='html'>Someone....who does not even read my blog.....challenged me to write a  &lt;br&gt;blog every day this month. Now...we all know that us not going to  &lt;br&gt;happen....really&lt;br&gt;But&lt;br&gt;I.....SHALL.....TRY.&lt;br&gt;I suppose.&lt;br&gt;The problem being....I don&amp;#39;t think I have that much to write about....&lt;p&gt;Today is Monday. I hate Mondays. See it is possible to not have to get  &lt;br&gt;up, get ready then drive to work and STILL hate Mondays. I hate it  &lt;br&gt;cause one the weekends my husbands home, we see people, do things, or  &lt;br&gt;even just stay home and cuddle on the couch watching movies. On  &lt;br&gt;Mondays....jon goes back to work and my other life starts. Now...I am  &lt;br&gt;not so insecure that I need social interaction 24/7......that&amp;#39;s not  &lt;br&gt;it.....what it is......&lt;br&gt;This means jon works then comes home for dinner....and you see....my  &lt;br&gt;husband is blessed with the gift of sleep. A superpower really. This  &lt;br&gt;enables him to fall asleep ANYWHERE....at ANYTIME....almost  &lt;br&gt;instantly...and sleep HARD and sleep LONG! This isn&amp;#39;t his fault  &lt;br&gt;really...he was actually genetically predisposed to this. If you&amp;#39;ve  &lt;br&gt;never seen a Lentsch in their natural habbitat...you connot fully  &lt;br&gt;comprehend this.(In becoming a Lentsch....sadly.... I did not inherit  &lt;br&gt;this superpower)&lt;br&gt;That being said I shall not see my husband till Saturday afternoon....&lt;br&gt;And a week is a long time to go without grownup interaction.&lt;br&gt;I shall miss sanity till then ...&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile...I spend day after day with the second most lovable guy in  &lt;br&gt;my life.  He has discovered...as every boy does....the joys of passing  &lt;br&gt;gas......and always ends a good round with a large smile and a  &lt;br&gt;rambling of happy sounds which cannot at this time be dubbed as   &lt;br&gt;laughing or talking....but very happy none the less.&lt;br&gt;Boys...&lt;br&gt;Also...in efforts to speak my son has formed a very peculiar way of  &lt;br&gt;trying..... He sucks air in really hard to talk instead of letting it  &lt;br&gt;out like normal people. It sounds something like.....&amp;quot;gaaaaaa----- &lt;br&gt;aaaiirrrreeeee&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Not unlike his cry for food....&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;hhuuunnnngggggeeee&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s quite comical really.&lt;p&gt;Today I go for an eye exam...since being pregnant totally distroyed  &lt;br&gt;what little I had left of my vision.&lt;br&gt;I shall like to see again&lt;br&gt;Now I&amp;#39;ll once again be able to read signs while I drive .&lt;br&gt;However my husband may not be home like we planned...which means I may  &lt;br&gt;be taking my grumpy child with me. I have no idea how that&amp;#39;s going to  &lt;br&gt;go down...&lt;br&gt;Stand by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1821473043917232950?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1821473043917232950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1821473043917232950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1821473043917232950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1821473043917232950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/11/already-day-late.html' title='Already a day late'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4200429633825714077</id><published>2009-10-24T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:33:55.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rainy day on the west coast...</title><content type='html'>The wind is calmly blowing through the trees causing them to lose  &lt;br&gt;their clothing leaf by leaf.&lt;br&gt;The fallen are now rather wet, causing them to stick to my pant legs  &lt;br&gt;as I walk through them.  It is fall and it is beautiful....mostly.&lt;br&gt;This Lovely autumn stroll is not pleasure jaunt outside......but  &lt;br&gt;rather a dutiful walk through my back yard on which I gather the nasty  &lt;br&gt;little remnants of my furry &amp;quot;children&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;So as beautiful...this fall business....but I was reminded of one  &lt;br&gt;small yet important fact.&lt;br&gt;Leaves fall on top of poo...and then the rain falls .  This keep those  &lt;br&gt;little nuggets fresh and ....aaa..... Moist and otherwise very sticky  &lt;br&gt;for things like shoes...more specifically...mine.&lt;br&gt;Ahhhh autumn!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;**squish**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4200429633825714077?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4200429633825714077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4200429633825714077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4200429633825714077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4200429633825714077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainy-day-on-west-coast.html' title='A rainy day on the west coast...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-5820758858655383869</id><published>2009-10-18T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T03:19:53.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="cid:C4ECFF00-42D8-4931-80E0-AC1E159F71C7"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-5820758858655383869?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/5820758858655383869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=5820758858655383869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5820758858655383869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5820758858655383869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4604898965571610697</id><published>2009-10-14T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:58:26.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Good morning Wednesday, is that you? Pardon me Wednesday, you looked  &lt;br&gt;the same as Tuesday, and also remarkably like Monday. Hmmm.&lt;br&gt;If you had told me a month ago that I would still be redoing on the  &lt;br&gt;couch, that my child would still be just as fussy, and would have not,  &lt;br&gt;to date, slept anywhere but on people. I may have cried. I may still  &lt;br&gt;cry.&lt;br&gt;It is true, you can not claim &amp;quot;tired&amp;quot; until you have had a  &lt;br&gt;newborn .... There have been days where I forget my childs name or  &lt;br&gt;call him bentley...(our dogs name)... Not because I forget my sons  &lt;br&gt;name...oh no... Simply because my brain is so far gone that really,  &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m lucky to come up with any name at all.&lt;br&gt;I feel like the crazy cat lady from the simpsons.....and at  &lt;br&gt;times...look remarkably like her as well!&lt;br&gt;Many people have been asking me as of late when it is I plan on  &lt;br&gt;returning to work. Hah! Right! As if I have even had the time or brain  &lt;br&gt;power to think of such things! Simply put... I am so not ready and  &lt;br&gt;intend not to be ready till next year. That being said I will be  &lt;br&gt;finding a job in which my son may accompany me. Hard yes. Impossible  &lt;br&gt;no. Having worked in a daycares and ECEC&amp;#39;s, I would neversend my child  &lt;br&gt;to one if I didn&amp;#39;t have to!  That being said, I admire those who  &lt;br&gt;return to work after 6 weeks of maternity leave. Not because I envy  &lt;br&gt;you, oh no, it&amp;#39;s because I realized what a truely crazy thing it is.   &lt;br&gt;If I would have still been employed at my last job I would have  &lt;br&gt;actually gone back to work this week. I am SO glad I didn&amp;#39;t have to.&lt;br&gt;Now please don&amp;#39;t get me wrong...there is a difference between needing  &lt;br&gt;and wanting to go back to work.  So basically I&amp;#39;m saying...is 6 ( or  &lt;br&gt;whatever) weeks are up and u detest having to return to prebaby life  &lt;br&gt;already, your okay by me.&lt;br&gt;Jaden has come to REFUSE his pacifier now....after we had such a love   &lt;br&gt;for it....AND after such tramatic life events have happened that  &lt;br&gt;warranted it&amp;#39;s use more than ever. Instead though, my son has resorted  &lt;br&gt;to fist sucking or more often, forearm sucking. This is very loud and  &lt;br&gt;juicy, and leaves faint hicky marks on his arm.  A skill I&amp;#39;d rather he  &lt;br&gt;not yet aquire.&lt;br&gt;Okay...&lt;br&gt;There was more was going to say...but appearently my mind is hiding it  &lt;br&gt;from me....it does playvtjose silly games often now.&lt;br&gt;So for now....&lt;br&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4604898965571610697?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4604898965571610697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4604898965571610697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4604898965571610697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4604898965571610697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1062222662534104369</id><published>2009-09-28T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:13:51.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve been told many times in the past that is pretty common that  &lt;br&gt;bigger babies are never full.  That they will eat and eat and  &lt;br&gt;eat........ Almost consistantly....... All day.&lt;br&gt;Well........&lt;br&gt;Now I see that is true.&lt;br&gt;My son loves to eat....... Loves it.  He does it well and he does it  &lt;br&gt;often.  We are able to tell the difference now between &amp;quot;I want boobie&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;and &amp;quot;I NEED boobie&amp;quot; in his pleas......&lt;br&gt;But the &amp;quot;I need&amp;quot; comes often.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s okay&lt;br&gt;My body is trying to keep up.&lt;br&gt;But...... There is something he does that makes&lt;br&gt;Up for those bellows of hunger.&lt;br&gt;Every time he eats he intertwines his fingers and crosses his arms on  &lt;br&gt;his chest just below his chin.&lt;br&gt;Its so stinking cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1062222662534104369?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1062222662534104369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1062222662534104369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1062222662534104369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1062222662534104369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1663559708384557270</id><published>2009-09-27T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:32:42.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep.</title><content type='html'>True,sleep has been lacking greatly in our lives. And that has more or  &lt;br&gt;less sucked. Because......&lt;br&gt;Nit only is it sleep depervation.....BUT...... A very angry screaming  &lt;br&gt;little boy.&lt;br&gt;For hours....&lt;br&gt;Especially in the hours between 1-4 am&lt;br&gt;We hate gas.&lt;br&gt;Alas...&lt;br&gt;The last two nights...&lt;br&gt;No screams.....&lt;br&gt;No gas.....&lt;br&gt;Just happy sleeping baby:)&lt;br&gt;Which means.....&lt;br&gt;Happy sleeping mommy&lt;br&gt;And happy sleeping daddy....&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s a win win win.&lt;br&gt;Thank you God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1663559708384557270?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1663559708384557270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1663559708384557270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1663559708384557270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1663559708384557270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleep.html' title='Sleep.'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1671265313785877967</id><published>2009-09-23T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:10:01.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story.....</title><content type='html'>Okay so some people have asked for the low down as far as the birth  &lt;br&gt;goes......and right now I&amp;#39;m riding in the car with a sleeping baby who  &lt;br&gt;loves his car seat(praise God) .... So I actually have two hands:)&lt;p&gt;Okay so it all started last Sunday night (9/13) ..... I started to  &lt;br&gt;feel very sick and feverish.... Lucky for me I was at church and  &lt;br&gt;having to be social...ugh.&lt;br&gt;Went home and crawled into bed at about 10:30....&lt;br&gt;Woke up at 12:30am with bad contractions..... Though still  &lt;br&gt;tollerable..... At this point they were about 15 minutes apart so I  &lt;br&gt;could fall asleep in between.....&lt;br&gt;About 1:30 I started having a bloody show.....( lovely baby thing I  &lt;br&gt;know)&lt;br&gt;Contractions continued..... Harder and closer together..... However at  &lt;br&gt;this point I&amp;#39;m still in total denial....... After all it could be  &lt;br&gt;hours or it could be days.... So why get your hopes up. Jon went to  &lt;br&gt;work at 6:30 on the agreement that I call the midwife at 8. At this  &lt;br&gt;point contractions are about 6-8 minutes apart.&lt;br&gt;Called midwife....  She laughed and said to get to the birthing center  &lt;br&gt;asap. I tested possitive for GBS so I needed my IV.&lt;br&gt;So.... I called jon and he came home right away. And then my worst  &lt;br&gt;fear happened...( well my worst fear at this point in time) my  &lt;br&gt;contractions totally stopped cause I got excited. Ugh&lt;br&gt;They checked me at the hospital still only 1 cm and 80%.&lt;br&gt;So they made me walk for an hour to see if I progressed at all&lt;br&gt;....or they tried until the fire drill started and we were locked in  &lt;br&gt;the triage room ...( needless to say it&amp;#39;s hard to get any walking done  &lt;br&gt;in a 4x4 room)&lt;br&gt;Fire alarm stopped&lt;br&gt;We walked in the halls for 5 minutes....&lt;br&gt;I layed back down.....&lt;br&gt;She prepped to check me.....&lt;br&gt;And WHOOPS!!!!! My water broke right there on the table..... And  &lt;br&gt;so.... Even though they would have sent me home home for lack of real  &lt;br&gt;substantial progress.... They now had to keep me and start gbs  &lt;br&gt;treatment.&lt;br&gt;My contractions picked up again and stayed about 4 minutes apart but  &lt;br&gt;got much mire intense and lasted about 1 1/2 minutes.&lt;br&gt;I LOVED the day shift nurses.... They rocked.  My triage nurse I knew  &lt;br&gt;from a womens retreat with our church..... I loved her. My replacement&lt;br&gt;Nurse/ lactation consultant was the most wonderful person. She was  &lt;br&gt;totally supportive with us..... She said the reason she did her jon  &lt;br&gt;was because of people like us who wanted to do everything naturally.&lt;br&gt;Okay so iv time.... They put me on fluids too. I&amp;#39;m a hard draw so this  &lt;br&gt;took two nurses then a specialist to find anything.&lt;br&gt;My parents are currently speeding down i90 from idaho hoping to make  &lt;br&gt;it on time.... They did.....around 730pm.&lt;br&gt;It started getting really hard right after that..... On a pain scale  &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d say about a 9..... Just because later..... The really painful part  &lt;br&gt;is sooo far past describable pain that on a scale of 1 to 10..... It&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;about a 120!!!&lt;br&gt;Hmmm.... K so I went in the bath......ugh.....it was nice for a while.  &lt;br&gt;Cold though.&lt;br&gt;Didn&amp;#39;t last long ......I spent most of my time in my hands and  &lt;br&gt;knees.... It was the most comfortable I could be...,either that or  &lt;br&gt;standing up.&lt;br&gt;Around 9 pm  I was starting to lose my mind.&lt;br&gt;They started to be concerned about his heartrate and continually  &lt;br&gt;monitored him with the fetal monitor...... Damn things wouldn&amp;#39;t stay  &lt;br&gt;and the nurse fussed with it constantly .( new shift of nurses  &lt;br&gt;now..... I hated them)&lt;p&gt;Tried the tub again...... This is about when I hit the NAP  &lt;br&gt;stage.....things calmed down a little and I fell asleep between  &lt;br&gt;contractions .&lt;br&gt;And then.....&lt;br&gt;I Had to push......NOW!!!!!&lt;br&gt;But they wouldn&amp;#39;t let me...... They told me to &amp;quot;breath through it&amp;quot; and  &lt;br&gt;not push for over 2 hours.....&lt;br&gt;That....was hands down....the worst pain I have ever felt in my life.&lt;br&gt;They becamed very concerned with his  size at this point....his head  &lt;br&gt;was also slightly cocked so he was having a hard time coming down.  I  &lt;br&gt;never did stop pushing like they told me to....I couldn&amp;#39;t .  Funny  &lt;br&gt;thing is that the nurse kept saying &amp;quot;don&amp;#39;t push....but whatever your  &lt;br&gt;doing....it&amp;#39;s working &amp;quot;. Hah! I WAS pushing! Dumb nurse&lt;br&gt;Once they finally let me push it was another two hours..... His heart  &lt;br&gt;rate went crazy and theynput an internal fedal monitor on his head...  &lt;br&gt;I hated that..... But..... Whatever&lt;br&gt;Something horrid about seeing something screwed into your babies head.&lt;br&gt;They started threatening c-cection now cause try didn&amp;#39;t think he would  &lt;br&gt;fit..... That pissed me off and with what sanity I had left ( which  &lt;br&gt;mind you wasn&amp;#39;t hardly any.... I couldn&amp;#39;t speak or really move at this  &lt;br&gt;point.... Just scream.) I cried out to God....asking him to just let  &lt;br&gt;my baby be okay and that I could do this. And then He made it  &lt;br&gt;possible.......&lt;br&gt;Then they were worried about bad tearing ..... Which I did but didn&amp;#39;t  &lt;br&gt;have to get cut....&lt;br&gt;Then they were worried about his shoulders breaking..... They didn&amp;#39;t.&lt;br&gt;And then...... Pushing was over( mind you pushing was the best part of  &lt;br&gt;the whole thing..... So not as painful as contractions!!!!)&lt;br&gt;They told me to reach down and pull out my baby..... I really didn&amp;#39;t  &lt;br&gt;think I&amp;#39;d actually have to pull... But I did.......&lt;br&gt;My child was huge! I was shocked!!  They kept saying &amp;quot;oh he&amp;#39;s not that  &lt;br&gt;big&amp;quot; and I kept saying &amp;quot; look at his hands! He IS huge&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;He was beautiful.... Well to me...... His poor little head was  &lt;br&gt;sooosqjished and bruised from the journey.......and he had the most  &lt;br&gt;vernix I have ever seen on a baby......i actually left hand prints on  &lt;br&gt;his back.....&lt;br&gt;So there was my little man.....Jaden Ray Lentsch&lt;br&gt;Born at 4:20 am.... Yes 4:20....September 15th, 2009&lt;br&gt;He was huge...9lb 9oz. 21  1/2 inches&lt;br&gt;38cm head...... Yeah38!!!!! And you only  dialate to 10! Yeah! I do  &lt;br&gt;feel a bit of pride having done it 100% natural:)&lt;p&gt;He is sooo beautiful and I love him so very very much....&lt;br&gt;I also love my husband more than ever.... There is no way I could have  &lt;br&gt;done it without him.... No way! And to see him be a father to our son  &lt;br&gt;is incredible......&lt;br&gt;God has blessed me with a wonderful little family.&lt;br&gt;Since then it&amp;#39;s been rough...... Getting into things with my nocturnal  &lt;br&gt;baby:) but every day gets a little better and we get a bit more sleep.&lt;br&gt;The moral of the story.....&lt;br&gt;It sucked but it was all worth it!&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m in love:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1671265313785877967?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1671265313785877967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1671265313785877967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1671265313785877967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1671265313785877967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/09/story.html' title='The story.....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1578000041625288348</id><published>2009-09-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:59:03.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mommy.....?.........huh</title><content type='html'>Well it&amp;#39;s real!&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s here.&lt;br&gt;The most beautiful little miracle I have ever seen!&lt;br&gt;It still has not totally set in that he&amp;#39;s mine though....&lt;br&gt;Wow......&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1578000041625288348?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1578000041625288348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1578000041625288348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1578000041625288348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1578000041625288348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommyhuh.html' title='A mommy.....?.........huh'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-8981256945405591303</id><published>2009-09-10T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:44:59.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Due date #2</title><content type='html'>Here we are...&lt;br&gt;September 10th, 2009....&lt;br&gt;No baby still of course....&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s okay though.&lt;br&gt;I called the hospital yesterday to double check who the midwife on  &lt;br&gt;call this week is..... And it is indeed Dr. Evil.&lt;br&gt;So I am perfectly content to wait till Monday for baby to make his way  &lt;br&gt;out..... And from there we have two weeks before she is on again.&lt;br&gt;My favorite midwife is on call the 16th- 20th..... So next weekend  &lt;br&gt;would be great:)&lt;br&gt;If we go off this due date ( and the average length of pregnancy being  &lt;br&gt;41weeks + 1 day) then next friday should be the day.... That would be  &lt;br&gt;nice.&lt;br&gt;However&lt;br&gt;Next week (the 16th) is our anniversary......... Which is a day we  &lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t want him to arrive on........... But seeing as how stubborn he  &lt;br&gt;seems already.... It wouldn&amp;#39;t surprise me:)&lt;br&gt;I am okay with going into labor on Wednesday though:)&lt;p&gt;So yep.... Waiting till Monday at least I hope.....&lt;p&gt;We shall fall into Dr. Evil&amp;#39;s grasp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-8981256945405591303?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/8981256945405591303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=8981256945405591303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/8981256945405591303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/8981256945405591303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/09/due-date-2.html' title='Due date #2'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-5005763890135356530</id><published>2009-09-08T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:47:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The check up (and midwife) from hell....</title><content type='html'>Okay so want the story? Here goes...&lt;p&gt;Today was my 38 week appointment.  Theyblasr few have gone great and I  &lt;br&gt;was exspecting this one to be the same.  I was meeting with  &lt;br&gt;Lynnette.... One of the three midwives..... Who is usually always  &lt;br&gt;pretty nice.&lt;br&gt;The three of them differ greatly.....&lt;br&gt;Lynnette is the short and curt one.... Very to the point but no real  &lt;br&gt;bedside manor....&lt;br&gt;Mary is the bubbly grandma type who skirts around questions as to not  &lt;br&gt;get herself in trouble..... Her bedside manor is pretty good&lt;br&gt;And Natalie.... My favorite..... Who is right in the middle of those  &lt;br&gt;two..... Will tell me the truth and respect me at the same time.... I  &lt;br&gt;LOVE her!!!&lt;br&gt;Needless to say she is the one i&amp;#39;ve seen the least.... Of course&lt;p&gt;So I get there today and was taken right back..... Good blood pressure  &lt;br&gt;AND I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;Leveled out on the weight gain....finally! ( that makes final count 48  &lt;br&gt;lbs gained since December ......ugh)&lt;br&gt;Waited for her....&lt;br&gt;Waited&lt;br&gt;Waited.....&lt;br&gt;She opens the door with a &amp;quot;oh hi..... It&amp;#39;s you...hmmmm&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What the hell does that mean?&amp;quot; I&amp;#39;m thinking?!?!?&lt;br&gt;She asked me how I&amp;#39;m doing.....&lt;br&gt;And interupted me before I could answer.....&lt;br&gt;She said &amp;quot; your done aren&amp;#39;t you&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;( this is a question that they all ask and then chew u out if u tell  &lt;br&gt;the truth)&lt;br&gt;Of course I said yes....&lt;br&gt;I got&lt;br&gt;Lectured&lt;p&gt;She asked how things were.....&lt;br&gt;I Told her all that&amp;#39;s been happening...&lt;br&gt;She lectured me that &amp;quot;that&amp;#39;s all normal&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I said  &amp;quot;yeah I know..... That&amp;#39;s why your hearing about it now.... Not  &lt;br&gt;a week ago&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;My other midwife&lt;br&gt;Told&lt;br&gt;Me&lt;br&gt;To tell lynnette to check me..... Cause they want to keep an eye in me  &lt;br&gt;cause I&amp;#39;m measuring big...&lt;br&gt;She butched sooo much about this.... Then I got in trouble...&lt;br&gt;She threw the sheetnon my lap and told me to get on the table....&lt;br&gt;First measurement: 40 1/2 cm&lt;br&gt;Same really&lt;br&gt;Heartbeat: 140...just fine&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;spread your legs&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*WHAM!!!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;She&lt;br&gt;Pushes full force on my legs....&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;OUCH&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Complains and mumbles to herself about how rediculous this check is...&lt;br&gt;:::::::::TMI moment here::::::&lt;br&gt;She gloved up and off we go...&lt;br&gt;( mind u I had this dine last week by a different calmer pleasanter  &lt;br&gt;person... And it didn&amp;#39;t hurt at all!!!!! It&amp;#39;s a little different when  &lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s anger behind those fingers!!!!)&lt;br&gt;It frickin hurt!&lt;br&gt;Then she was mad cause I was tense..... I told her it was becuase she  &lt;br&gt;was being rough!&lt;br&gt;She said my cervix was to high To reach&lt;br&gt;..... Facinating I though.... Since it want last week for the chick  &lt;br&gt;with shorter fingers! Maybe my body  is running away from u!!!&lt;p&gt;She tried a sweep... Well she said she I&amp;#39;d but I don&amp;#39;t see how.....  &lt;br&gt;She only attempted for about 1/2 a second.....&lt;p&gt;She&lt;br&gt;Mumbled to herself&lt;br&gt;Then began pushing down HARD on my babies head to make him lower.&lt;br&gt;I hates this.&lt;br&gt;Baby really hated this.&lt;br&gt;I told her to stop&lt;br&gt;She barked right back that it was my fault vise I told her to check  &lt;br&gt;me....&lt;br&gt;Well hello... No... I didn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;I was more dialated..... Don&amp;#39;t know effacemen or station cause I wa to  &lt;br&gt;busy trying to rescue myself.&lt;p&gt;She looked at our&lt;br&gt;Birthplan...... Complained about everything on it....&lt;br&gt;I asked what was wrong...&lt;br&gt;She said nothing.... It was just a waste of time cause they did/  &lt;br&gt;didn&amp;#39;t do all those things anyway.&lt;br&gt;I politely said I didn&amp;#39;t care... Unwanted it On paper.&lt;p&gt;I Said thank you ask she left....&lt;br&gt;She grunted and said &amp;quot;yeah&amp;quot;..... And left&lt;p&gt;I pulled&lt;br&gt;Myself&lt;br&gt;Back together and tried hard not to cry........ Cause I don&amp;#39;t cry......&lt;br&gt;Until I got to the car at least:)&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story...... Jaden can&amp;#39;t come this weekend cause she is on  &lt;br&gt;call.... I think.&lt;br&gt;And I DONT want to have anything to do with her anymore.&lt;br&gt;And if I have to go to my appointment on the 29th (oh God please  &lt;br&gt;noooo!!!)  I am changing my appointment..... I will not see her again.&lt;p&gt;Goodbye Lynnette G.&lt;br&gt;Wish I could say it&amp;#39;s been pleasant....but.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-5005763890135356530?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/5005763890135356530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=5005763890135356530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5005763890135356530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5005763890135356530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/09/check-up-and-midwife-from-hell.html' title='The check up (and midwife) from hell....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-204564499523728647</id><published>2009-09-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:12:09.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m done&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;M DONE BEING PREGNANT PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-204564499523728647?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/204564499523728647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=204564499523728647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/204564499523728647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/204564499523728647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/09/grr.html' title='Grr...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-9189479933733709362</id><published>2009-09-01T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:18:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 week check up... Yes more baby stuff</title><content type='html'>Okay so today was my 37 week check up.  It went better than exspected.&lt;br&gt;There were ups and downs however.&lt;p&gt;DOWN: I failed my GBS test..... So iv and early hospital run for me...  &lt;br&gt;Woohoo..... I&amp;#39;m not worried about it though.  Even though I rather not  &lt;br&gt;have to.... I&amp;#39;d rather my baby no get sick. So it&amp;#39;s totally worth it.&lt;p&gt;Ups: though they usually don check u till 39 or 40 weeks my midwife  &lt;br&gt;wanted to check my progress because I am measuring 40 weeks and we  &lt;br&gt;know the baby is engaged and big....&lt;br&gt;So she did....&lt;br&gt;I am only 1cm so no big whoop there....&lt;br&gt;But I&amp;#39;m 50% effaced and between a -2 and -1 station.&lt;br&gt;She said they didn&amp;#39;t want me to go to 40 weeks if we can help it  &lt;br&gt;because he&amp;#39;s big and they wanna make sure he can fit! Nice words to  &lt;br&gt;hear from ur midwife I know.&lt;br&gt;She said she seriously doubts I&amp;#39;ll make it that long...... But If I  &lt;br&gt;did I may have to be induced.&lt;br&gt;She also said she wouldn&amp;#39;t be surprise if she saw me this weekend:)&lt;br&gt;So ........ I am taking it all with a grain of salt.......&lt;br&gt;But I must admit I am still happy to know we r making some progress.&lt;br&gt;Come baby come.... Any time:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-9189479933733709362?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/9189479933733709362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=9189479933733709362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/9189479933733709362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/9189479933733709362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/09/37-week-check-up-yes-more-baby-stuff.html' title='37 week check up... Yes more baby stuff'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4576283010814395998</id><published>2009-08-31T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:44:47.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/20 days</title><content type='html'>Okay so we passed due date #1 given by the midwives now on to two and  &lt;br&gt;three......&lt;br&gt;Ugh&lt;br&gt;Baby..... Any time is good.....really!&lt;br&gt;Anyway&lt;br&gt;We helped our friends move yesterday afternoon. I hate moving but it  &lt;br&gt;is much better with lotsof ppl I admit!&lt;br&gt;We came home with an evening to spare..... And so a walk was desided on.&lt;br&gt;It sounded nice.&lt;br&gt;It was.&lt;br&gt;Until I stopped walking.&lt;br&gt;So 3 hours and 4 miles later( us pregos are a slow breed) we get  &lt;br&gt;home....&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t move.&lt;br&gt;Note to self: while prego..... Stop before you feel it!&lt;br&gt;I am going to ho eat a bagel..... Assuming I can lift this large body  &lt;br&gt;out of bed and up those stairs......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4576283010814395998?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4576283010814395998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4576283010814395998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4576283010814395998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4576283010814395998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/08/1020-days.html' title='10/20 days'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-409390864458374912</id><published>2009-08-27T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:03:46.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....another day....</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br&gt;So does it seem that all I do on here is gripe? Well.... If that&amp;#39;s the  &lt;br&gt;way you feel than this post won&amp;#39;t be any better for you.&lt;p&gt;How am I right now?&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m irritated.&lt;br&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br&gt;Well i shall tell you...&lt;br&gt;Gladly...&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m frustrated with people who offer unwanted advice. Those people who  &lt;br&gt;surely mean well but will tell you &amp;quot;just the way it is/going to be&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;because....well you know... That&amp;#39;s what happened to them.  So why  &lt;br&gt;would you be any different right? Ugh.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m so tired of hearing what I should do. What I&amp;#39;m doing wrong. What  &lt;br&gt;will &amp;quot;absolutely&amp;quot; happen... And what won&amp;#39;t.&lt;br&gt;My brain is exhausted.&lt;br&gt;I am not a prude.&lt;br&gt;I genuinely want some peoples advice and tips......&lt;br&gt;But for goodness sake let me ask you for them!&lt;br&gt;I know it&amp;#39;s only the beginning.....&lt;br&gt;It will only be ten times worse when Jaden is here.....&lt;br&gt;( and no... I dong know when that is!!! For the last frickin time!!!)&lt;p&gt;Oooohhhhhh okay.&lt;br&gt;Better now.&lt;br&gt;I am not a bitch.&lt;br&gt;I promise.&lt;br&gt;Just a mommy-to-be on advice overload.&lt;p&gt;God created us to be mommies.....&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m sure I&amp;#39;m not as clueless as people think I am.  Really.&lt;br&gt;Someone recently even asked me if I needed them to show me how to  &lt;br&gt;change a diaper.... Really....&lt;p&gt;1. Very few girls make it out of their preteens without learning  &lt;br&gt;that...if it even takes till then.&lt;p&gt;2. I&amp;#39;ve worked in childcare/ child developement for about 5 or 6  &lt;br&gt;years... You really don&amp;#39;t think ive had to change a diaper in that  &lt;br&gt;amount of time.&lt;p&gt;3.I am just not that dumb!&lt;p&gt;Another issue I have:&lt;p&gt;The oh so classic &amp;quot; I&amp;#39;ll let you borrow my kids for a day... Then  &lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;ll see what it&amp;#39;s really like!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Okay&lt;br&gt;1. You notice it&amp;#39;s always the parents with the bratty evil children  &lt;br&gt;who ask that?!? To the point where you really want to say..&amp;quot; No... It  &lt;br&gt;won&amp;#39;t help.... My children will never be as aweful as yours!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;2. What a cheap way to get a babysitter&lt;p&gt;3. Like that&amp;#39;s any way to really honestly truthfully &amp;quot;see what it&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;like&amp;quot;...... No&lt;p&gt;4. Again,..... Not a dumb ass!&lt;p&gt;Okay&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll stop.&lt;br&gt;Promise to be more pleasant next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-409390864458374912?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/409390864458374912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=409390864458374912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/409390864458374912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/409390864458374912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day.html' title='....another day....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1940176157302121811</id><published>2009-08-20T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:10:20.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One less....</title><content type='html'>Now.... I am down to one other prego I know......&lt;br&gt;Congrats Cynthia on the baby!&lt;br&gt;Lindsay..... Your the only one left.&lt;p&gt;Oh when will it be my turn........ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1940176157302121811?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1940176157302121811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1940176157302121811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1940176157302121811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1940176157302121811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-less.html' title='One less....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4266128274756145320</id><published>2009-08-16T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:24:44.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 days....</title><content type='html'>35 days till our 2nd doctor appointed due date.&lt;br&gt;25 days till my first doctors appointed due date.&lt;br&gt;And about 18 or 19 days till my own.....&lt;br&gt;So&lt;br&gt;Slowly&lt;br&gt;But&lt;br&gt;Surely&lt;br&gt;We are getting there.&lt;p&gt;Progress:&lt;br&gt;We are almost there with the nursery..... Minus as few last minute  &lt;br&gt;odds and ends... Haha like sheets and such.  It&amp;#39;s is completely  &lt;br&gt;full... However... With all sorts of of baby odds and ends. More than  &lt;br&gt;the kid will actually need I&amp;#39;m sure.&lt;br&gt;Artwork now hangs on my sons walls...due to a creative &amp;quot;nesting&amp;quot; thing  &lt;br&gt;I went through last week....( God bless the ppl around me).&lt;br&gt;Contracting: more frequent....&lt;br&gt;Along with all sorts of other nasties.&lt;br&gt;My mom has been here for almost 2 weeks now... Which I am thankful for  &lt;br&gt;because jon has been gone and if left alone I most assuredly would  &lt;br&gt;have gone crazy and burned something down.  However..,, she leaves  &lt;br&gt;Wednesday.... And then I&amp;#39;m alone again for most of every day... Which  &lt;br&gt;can be nice. BUT for me it makes the days go by sooooo much slower!!!!&lt;br&gt;I just want to hold my baby...... That&amp;#39;s about as big as my world is  &lt;br&gt;right now.... Baby:)&lt;p&gt;But for now i try to hold onto some sanity..... What little I have left.&lt;br&gt;Again....&lt;br&gt;I am not a patient person!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4266128274756145320?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4266128274756145320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4266128274756145320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4266128274756145320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4266128274756145320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/08/35-days.html' title='35 days....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1395391434224218652</id><published>2009-08-15T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:21:16.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Fact: We are closer to having our baby in our arms every day&lt;p&gt;Fact: natural progression is happening, however slow it may be&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;SUPER ANNOYING FACT: 2 of the 4 currently pregnant women I know had  &lt;br&gt;their babies this last week......&lt;p&gt;New revelation: I am MUCH less patient than I thought.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1395391434224218652?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1395391434224218652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1395391434224218652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1395391434224218652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1395391434224218652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/08/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-7148259549248794876</id><published>2009-08-07T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:07:07.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>44 days and counting.... But time is not moving quickly!</title><content type='html'>44 days..... Till the doctors due date that is.....&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s seems close.....&lt;br&gt;But so far away at the same time....&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m as ready as I&amp;#39;ll ever be for our little bundle......so let&amp;#39;s get  &lt;br&gt;the show on the road......&lt;p&gt;That being said....&lt;br&gt;My body hs totally changed over the last 2 weeks.... And pregnancy is  &lt;br&gt;a horse of a different color now.  No longer are we just growing a  &lt;br&gt;baby.... Now..... We are trying to get it out.,,. And my body is  &lt;br&gt;screaming!&lt;br&gt;I have less energy than I did in the first tri while I was super sick!&lt;br&gt;And in turn i feel quite useless as a human being right now.&lt;br&gt;I hate that.&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s all ....&lt;br&gt;I want my baby now!&lt;br&gt;Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-7148259549248794876?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/7148259549248794876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=7148259549248794876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7148259549248794876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7148259549248794876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/08/44-days-and-counting-but-time-is-not.html' title='44 days and counting.... But time is not moving quickly!'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-3437943409633727687</id><published>2009-07-31T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:11:34.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts for today</title><content type='html'>I hate contractions!&lt;br&gt;HATE!&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s been every night this week.....&lt;br&gt;And they r not the cute little...&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;oh look..... My tummy feels hard&amp;quot; contractions.&lt;br&gt;They freaking hurt!&lt;br&gt;Yay..... Can&amp;#39;t wait till they get worse!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-3437943409633727687?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/3437943409633727687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=3437943409633727687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3437943409633727687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3437943409633727687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-thoughts-for-today.html' title='My thoughts for today'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-9055350785456554468</id><published>2009-07-29T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:23:53.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby update week 32...( or 33....34...35... Who the hell knows)</title><content type='html'>Doctors appointment: Monday July 27, 2009 1:00p.m.&lt;p&gt;Walk in waiting room... See favorite receptionist... Talk to the other  &lt;br&gt;one.&lt;br&gt;Pay copayment (whoopie....not) and move along to the bathroom to pee  &lt;br&gt;in the cup... A task which women were never meant to do.&lt;p&gt;Wait..&lt;br&gt;Wait.....&lt;br&gt;Wait........&lt;p&gt;Snobby nurse comes to get me.....&lt;br&gt;Scale time.... My favorite! ( cough)&lt;br&gt;GAINED 5 LBS IN TWO WEEKS!!!!&lt;br&gt;That can&amp;#39;t be right?!?!?!?&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;water wieght&amp;quot; I&amp;#39;m reassured....&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;your puffy&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Well gee thanks I think!&lt;br&gt;Feeling rather large and complicated we make our way to the room....&lt;br&gt;Wait....&lt;br&gt;Blood pressure:ok&lt;br&gt;Natalie!!!  My favorite midwife:)&lt;br&gt;Smile&lt;br&gt;Nod&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;your much bigger&amp;quot; says she&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;it happens&amp;quot; says I&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s measure....&lt;br&gt;Eyes pop!!!&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;um.... Do u feel like he&amp;#39;s dropped?!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Me:&amp;quot;oh most definately.... Try moving a house with a head between your  &lt;br&gt;legs!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Laugh&lt;br&gt;Smile&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;well..... He has most definately dropped....A LOT...... It&amp;#39;s pretty  &lt;br&gt;early for him to be that low&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Me:&amp;quot; well just maybe....we are not that early ...,, like I&amp;#39;ve been  &lt;br&gt;saying all along&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Her:&amp;quot; that is most definately a possability!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Now I enjoy a bit of my &amp;quot; I told u so &amp;quot; moment&lt;br&gt;Her:&amp;quot; we could definately be having this baby sooner than we thought!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Doppler: HR 140... Good boy&lt;br&gt;Runs from the darn thing every time...&lt;p&gt;Talk peds....alt. Vaccine schedule.... Recommend local naturalpath....  &lt;br&gt;Not a freaky one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-9055350785456554468?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/9055350785456554468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=9055350785456554468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/9055350785456554468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/9055350785456554468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-update-week-32-or-333435-who-hell.html' title='baby update week 32...( or 33....34...35... Who the hell knows)'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-3019852278114629755</id><published>2009-07-27T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:39:54.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thought for today...</title><content type='html'>..... My thought for today :&lt;p&gt;Why must it be so f#%*^%~&amp;#165; hot?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-3019852278114629755?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/3019852278114629755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=3019852278114629755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3019852278114629755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3019852278114629755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-thought-for-today.html' title='My thought for today...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1081662369812281816</id><published>2009-07-24T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:24:28.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br&gt;We are moved.... Officially....&lt;br&gt;Though there are still many boxes.... Still overflowing with stuff. My  &lt;br&gt;favorite ones being those random boxes that just end up being a giant  &lt;br&gt;junk drawer.  They save time in the beginning.... But certainly not  &lt;br&gt;the end!&lt;p&gt;My mother painted the nursery yesterday...... It&amp;#39;s is now a beautiful  &lt;br&gt;shade of Green for our Jaden boy:)&lt;br&gt;So.... Today I get to start setting up the nursery !!!!! I have felt  &lt;br&gt;so deprived up till now! I knew we would be moving so all that cute  &lt;br&gt;little baby stuff just stayed in boxes and bags till now.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m excited&lt;p&gt;Almost giddy&lt;p&gt;Let the nesting begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1081662369812281816?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1081662369812281816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1081662369812281816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1081662369812281816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1081662369812281816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/07/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-5756461234492457398</id><published>2009-07-18T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:53:23.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures...( well no..... Just picture)</title><content type='html'>Dad and I up at mount baker comparing bellies:) I am 30 weeks 4 days   (or 33 weeks 2 days)  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="cid:3BC4169E-0B5F-4765-80DD-A3D966FF4F31"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-5756461234492457398?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/5756461234492457398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=5756461234492457398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5756461234492457398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5756461234492457398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures-well-no-just-picture.html' title='Pictures...( well no..... Just picture)'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-5558022505028362529</id><published>2009-07-18T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:49:35.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh.......</title><content type='html'>Have house.....&lt;br&gt;Have regained some sanity because of it.....&lt;br&gt;Still pregnant....&lt;br&gt;Have lost a lot of sanity because of it....&lt;br&gt;Moving starting Wednesday.....&lt;br&gt;Paint nursery......( well not ME)&lt;br&gt;No living in car.....&lt;br&gt;Have 6-9 weeks leftish of prego belly....&lt;br&gt;Have another shower soon....&lt;br&gt;Happy to set up for baby Finally....&lt;br&gt;Happy now....&lt;br&gt;Not so much stress.....&lt;br&gt;I hate moving.....well&lt;br&gt;I hate packing/ moving out ....&lt;br&gt;I like unpacking/ moving in....&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s hot....&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m fat.....&lt;br&gt;Getting fatter....&lt;br&gt;And hotter.......&lt;br&gt;But it&amp;#39;s okay.....&lt;p&gt;Just some thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-5558022505028362529?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/5558022505028362529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=5558022505028362529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5558022505028362529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5558022505028362529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhh.......'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-5455101820429588892</id><published>2009-07-15T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:44:50.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving out of the ghetto...</title><content type='html'>So it would seem we are taking the monster house.... I am glad about  &lt;br&gt;this.&lt;br&gt;I am glad for a number of reasons:&lt;br&gt;1. This no longer means we will have to live out of our car and  &lt;br&gt;scavenge through fast food dumpsters after hours.&lt;br&gt;2. I am quite sure that the space of a house would be a little more  &lt;br&gt;desirable to jon an I once baby comes..... I would think the car would  &lt;br&gt;get a little cramped.&lt;br&gt;3. I would no longer have to mow my lawn with a a aweful pushmower  &lt;br&gt;from the 50&amp;#39;s.....( on more attempt to be Eco friendly that is NOT  &lt;br&gt;worth it)&lt;br&gt;4. This would be the first time...( and notice my attempts of this not  &lt;br&gt;sounding aweful of me)......that Jon and I will have lived in a town  &lt;br&gt;that was not (almost) strictly Hispanic.  I dont speak Spanish....  &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s not a good fit.....gosh I&amp;#39;m from north Idaho...not used to  &lt;br&gt;diversityr. What do you exspect?  That by no means suggests that I am  &lt;br&gt;not for diversity...... I most certainly am..... Though it seems the  &lt;br&gt;last few years have been not so diverse and very strictly Hispanic.&lt;br&gt;Which.... Is only one.&lt;br&gt;5.everything nicely withing walking distance....aplus for baby and I.&lt;br&gt;6.this is just one more absolutely possitive way that shows how well  &lt;br&gt;the Lord provides for our needs!&lt;p&gt;CONS:&lt;br&gt;1.the packing and moving&lt;br&gt;2. Further away from our birthplace&lt;br&gt;3. The packing and moving&lt;br&gt;4. Still having to scrape for pennies ( yes I know this will never end)&lt;br&gt;5. The packing and moving&lt;p&gt;So.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-5455101820429588892?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/5455101820429588892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=5455101820429588892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5455101820429588892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5455101820429588892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-out-of-ghetto.html' title='Moving out of the ghetto...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-668248617865009989</id><published>2009-07-13T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:45:16.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><title type='text'>life....according to a stressaholic</title><content type='html'>It seems to me that when God wants to throw you a trial......they come in twos or threes.&lt;br /&gt;As of now we have about 13 days to come up with a place to live...and be 100% moved out of our current place.  I guess this wouldn't seem like so much if it didn't happen to fall on top of being pregnant.   I have to pack in shifts, evidently this pregnancy thing takes your energy or something:P  I can only manage an hour or two at a time before i have to go sit down and eat a snack and drink about 5 gallons of water to get myself in working order again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found a possible place in Anacortes....&lt;br /&gt;it looks like a monster from "Where the Wild Things Are" &lt;br /&gt;very 70's but fun too.....a typical coastal beach house.  I like the idea of living on the water now.....I know Mount Vernon isn't to far away but it feels like it.  Its smaller though.....but i don't think i'll go crazy....burlington is only about 20 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;We went to look at the place on Sunday.....and met with the current residents AND the landlords.  The landlords.....Don and Pinky.....are in their mid 60's i would guess.....and the total grandma and grandpa type.  They have already invited us to their farm to pick veggies from the garden and get fresh eggs.  They are very cute and seemingly awesome landlords. &lt;br /&gt;Our big problem with house hunting has been our two dogs.  All the cheaper places around here are in the college towns.....which means no pets because they dont want the college students to have them.  Which i understand....but I would like to think us a little more responsible:P  One place we checked out wanted $1000.00 PER pet NONREFUNDABLE deposit.  outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;so.....&lt;br /&gt;these people love animals.....and require NO deposites other than security......&lt;br /&gt;we can paint...&lt;br /&gt;we have a garden....&lt;br /&gt;the neighbors are retired nursary owners so the place is brimming with beautiful flowers that I cant kill:P  but can still enjoy.....&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;even though this is cheaper than the place we are in now.....&lt;br /&gt;its is not as cheap as we would like....&lt;br /&gt;and will be a stretch for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we need to make up our mind....&lt;br /&gt;to take it or not to take it.....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know....&lt;br /&gt;I find myself compairing every other place to this one now.....&lt;br /&gt;but is it worth it? &lt;br /&gt;will it be a mistake if we take it....?&lt;br /&gt;or a mistake if we dont?&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord help these scatter-brained people!&lt;br /&gt;It may not sound like that big of deal....&lt;br /&gt;but it is.....&lt;br /&gt;and has been&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to not be living in our car when Jaden comes.....&lt;br /&gt;just small things like that worry me...&lt;br /&gt;ugh....&lt;br /&gt;more prayers please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-668248617865009989?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/668248617865009989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=668248617865009989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/668248617865009989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/668248617865009989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifeaccording-to-stressaholic.html' title='life....according to a stressaholic'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4868829695569407102</id><published>2009-07-07T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:40:18.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update: no portland as of right now</title><content type='html'>so yes.....&lt;br /&gt;it has been forever since I have been on here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has consistantly been crazy.....so i'll try to sum in all up as best and as quickly as i can.&lt;br /&gt;29 1/2 weeks prego (by docs schedule)&lt;br /&gt;Jon did not get the job he was hoping for in Portland....&lt;br /&gt;although there may be another shot.&lt;br /&gt;at this point we are just planning on staying here at least for another year....&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;we still need to find a new place no matter what is happening because we need something cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;yes that does mean i am still unemployed....&lt;br /&gt;and probably will be till after baby.&lt;br /&gt;so......house hunting....&lt;br /&gt;and since it is sooo hard to find a place in this town.....cheap place....thats not ghetto......and where you will not get stabbed while you sleep....we may be moving to Bellingham....&lt;br /&gt;which isn't that far away.....and will not make that much difference in commute time for Jon as our rounds while I was working IN TOWN had us covering about 50 miles a day!  In town...thats so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;but.....&lt;br /&gt;we are trying to figure it all out....&lt;br /&gt;we need to tell our current landlord we are leaving by the end of the week.....&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;no pressure or anything.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i hate packing........&lt;br /&gt;and that is never having done it while prego.&lt;br /&gt;oh well at least its cool....&lt;br /&gt;so..........&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants to help..........&lt;br /&gt;feel free:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gotta run....&lt;br /&gt;-Lyss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4868829695569407102?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4868829695569407102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4868829695569407102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4868829695569407102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4868829695569407102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-update-no-portland-as-of-right.html' title='quick update: no portland as of right now'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-622075257215543787</id><published>2009-06-11T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:47:03.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on life.....</title><content type='html'>I lie here.....&lt;br&gt;On a normal day I&amp;#39;d be amidst the marathon drivingon I5 right  &lt;br&gt;now.....but no.  It would seem I am still, more or less, unemployed.   &lt;br&gt;Though mostly by my own chosing at the moment.&lt;br&gt;I told my would be boss that I didn&amp;#39;t want to harm my good name....  &lt;br&gt;And therefore would not be back until Everything blew over...if at all.&lt;br&gt;More roomers and more people involved now ....&lt;br&gt;I just want nothing to do with it.&lt;br&gt;I am praying for my own little Christmas miracle of Portland opening  &lt;br&gt;up soon...... Which would put us down there theend of July. I know  &lt;br&gt;time crunch...... But a nice new start.  Maybe that me just wanting  &lt;br&gt;the easy way out of this mess.&lt;br&gt;But for now I&amp;#39;m at home..... Not really doing anything..... Just  &lt;br&gt;waiting.....( ya it&amp;#39;s totally like a few pages out of dr. Suess&amp;#39; &amp;quot;Oh  &lt;br&gt;the places you&amp;#39;ll go&amp;quot;....)&lt;br&gt;I wait....&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s really nothing I can do at home....&lt;br&gt;The lawn needs a trim....but alas....we have an old fashion push  &lt;br&gt;mower( the type without a motor) and I surrendered that soully to my  &lt;br&gt;hubby a lot earlier in my pregnancy. I&amp;#39;m weak:)&lt;br&gt;I suppose I could clean the house.... Again.....&lt;br&gt;I would be setting up the nursery...... But it&amp;#39;s pointless since we  &lt;br&gt;might be moving in a few weeks.&lt;br&gt;Ugh.....&lt;br&gt;I feel frustrated and overwhelmed.....so much is happening and there  &lt;br&gt;is literally nothing I can do about any of it. Does that make me sound  &lt;br&gt;like a control freak , well yeah, maybe a little.&lt;br&gt;Trusting God is hard sometimes.....exspecially in those times you need  &lt;br&gt;to the most.&lt;br&gt;And so...&lt;br&gt;Inconclusion....&lt;br&gt;Prayer is still a nessessity/priority.... And much needed/wanted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-622075257215543787?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/622075257215543787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=622075257215543787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/622075257215543787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/622075257215543787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-life.html' title='Update on life.....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-3190474555598528322</id><published>2009-06-04T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:43:59.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama...drama...DRAMA</title><content type='html'>So.... Let me tell y&amp;#39;all a little story.....&lt;p&gt;It starts a few months ago when my boss.... Who was at the time going  &lt;br&gt;through a divorse...recieved an email.  A parent at the daycare had  &lt;br&gt;forwarded it to her because it was ABOUT her.  A lovely ( cough) lady,  &lt;br&gt;who is losely connected to my boss family, had circulated a Nasty,  &lt;br&gt;slanderous letter about my boss.  It professed that my boss was  &lt;br&gt;turning tricks , dissed her an her family to no end, and blamed a  &lt;br&gt;whole bunch of other things on her.  This lady works for the red and  &lt;br&gt;therefore knows a lot if ppl.&lt;br&gt;Since my boss now had proof, she contacted this ladies employer. (She  &lt;br&gt;had sent these emails out from her work email.... During work hours.)   &lt;br&gt;So my boss informed her boss of what his employee was doing on company  &lt;br&gt;time.... That it was slander.... And that it was hurting her business.  &lt;br&gt;He thanked her.... And we all went on with our life.....&lt;br&gt;or so we thought!&lt;br&gt;  today after I was off 3 state workers came by to take away our  &lt;br&gt;license.  Turns out that lovely lady.... In retaliation for talking to  &lt;br&gt;the boss.... Called the state and told them my boss was on drugs.&lt;br&gt;So.... Now she must reapply for a license.... And prove she&amp;#39;s not on  &lt;br&gt;drugs( which she&amp;#39;s not)&lt;p&gt;Which could&lt;br&gt;Take months.....&lt;p&gt;Hence I am currently unemployed.....&lt;p&gt;Ugh......&lt;p&gt;Not&lt;br&gt;Many jobs out there for Very pregnant women!!!!&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s on Gods  hands and I&amp;#39;m not worried ...&lt;br&gt;I do feel bad for my hubby though.....&lt;p&gt;So hey..... Anyone need a babysitter personal chef/ anything????  &lt;br&gt;Anything. Within reason of course:)&lt;p&gt;What a happy day....&lt;br&gt;Not to meantion it&amp;#39;s hot.... And I am Prego and miserable!&lt;p&gt;Prayers are appreciated !!!!&lt;br&gt;Thanks guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-3190474555598528322?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/3190474555598528322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=3190474555598528322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3190474555598528322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3190474555598528322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/06/dramadramadrama.html' title='Drama...drama...DRAMA'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4580062215766158111</id><published>2009-05-21T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:40:14.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again.... Finally....</title><content type='html'>So I&amp;#39;m on the very tippy top of snowqualmie pass right now.... It&amp;#39;s a  &lt;br&gt;lovely day.&lt;br&gt;My hubby is driving like crazy person all the while yelling at the  &lt;br&gt;voice talking to him on his iPhone.&lt;br&gt;He has become a mark lavin(sp?) junkie lately.&lt;br&gt;I personally don&amp;#39;t care for the guy.&lt;br&gt;Anyway&lt;br&gt;We r on our way to Idaho.....&lt;br&gt;Last time we were there it was to tell everyone we were prego.... So  &lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s been since January.   I am definately ready to go back for a  &lt;br&gt;visit.  I miss ppl:(&lt;p&gt;Lentsch family news:&lt;br&gt;Baby boy has a name now.... Whoohoo&lt;br&gt;Twenty three weeks this weekend....( they saystill don&amp;#39;t believe em)&lt;br&gt;Appointment was yesterday and both of us are still measuring large:)&lt;br&gt;However I was happy when they made&lt;br&gt;Me step on the scale and I only gained 1 1/2 lbs in a month..... Ahhh  &lt;br&gt;and yet I&amp;#39;m twice as big:) at lease I know it&amp;#39;s baby and not fat.&lt;p&gt;Still no news about the Portland job....&lt;br&gt;( yes we may move this summer)&lt;br&gt;We shall see.... Lord willin it will work.&lt;p&gt;I talked with my midewife and she said there is an awesome midwifery  &lt;br&gt;service down there thatshe knows.... She could set t all up AND they  &lt;br&gt;specialize in water births!! So that will ease my mind to know the  &lt;br&gt;doctor thing won&amp;#39;t be an issue.&lt;br&gt;Okay getting car s idk... Gotta go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4580062215766158111?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4580062215766158111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4580062215766158111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4580062215766158111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4580062215766158111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-road-again-finally.html' title='On the road again.... Finally....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1316591335833125657</id><published>2009-05-13T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:45:25.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ups and downs....</title><content type='html'>Ahhh pregnancy..... It&amp;#39;s a beautiful/ horrid thing.&lt;br&gt;My poor body... While never being gorgeous to begin with...... Will  &lt;br&gt;never see better days.....&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m a hairy, stretch marked, water retaining, aching mess.&lt;br&gt;But there&amp;#39;s a promise of a baby at the end that makes it worth while....&lt;br&gt;  today I am going for a mommy-to-be massage.... A lovely mothers day  &lt;br&gt;present from my wonderful hubby...&lt;br&gt;Ahhh 4 more more months:)&lt;br&gt;It still is rather wonderful though... Don&amp;#39;t get me wrong.... I just  &lt;br&gt;feel like I&amp;#39;ve been prego forever now:)&lt;br&gt;Okay back to work..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1316591335833125657?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1316591335833125657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1316591335833125657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1316591335833125657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1316591335833125657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/05/ups-and-downs.html' title='The ups and downs....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4764023704188701160</id><published>2009-05-07T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:38:00.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our son.....</title><content type='html'>Well.... It&amp;#39;s a boy .... Most definately a boy... In fact it&amp;#39;s one of  &lt;br&gt;the first things the doctor said while looking at him. His other words  &lt;br&gt;included &amp;quot;he&amp;#39;s her healthy&amp;quot; &amp;quot;perfect&amp;quot; and &amp;quot; hes a big boy!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Music to our ears....&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m thrilled..I knew it ...&lt;br&gt;Jon is beside himself.....&lt;br&gt;I love the way he stops and gets teary eyed every time he says the  &lt;br&gt;words &amp;quot;my son&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Thank you Lord!&lt;br&gt;I just want him now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4764023704188701160?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4764023704188701160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4764023704188701160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4764023704188701160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4764023704188701160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-son.html' title='Our son.....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1758420749927858554</id><published>2009-05-04T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:44:19.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just two days...</title><content type='html'>Just 2 ........ 2 days till we (hopefully) find out what baby bob  &lt;br&gt;is:)  I can&amp;#39;t wait!&lt;br&gt;I am so not patient!!! I&amp;#39;m glad I don&amp;#39;t have to wait till the end....  &lt;br&gt;I would go crazy!&lt;br&gt;The hospital called today.... They wanted to bump me up 2 hours ...&lt;br&gt;The receptionist remembers me and laughed when she said she thought  &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d be happy cause she knew I really really want to know:)&lt;br&gt;So yep....&lt;br&gt;I hope baby cooperates!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1758420749927858554?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1758420749927858554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1758420749927858554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1758420749927858554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1758420749927858554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-two-days.html' title='Just two days...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4198881529523826682</id><published>2009-04-29T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:10:37.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long....Long week!!!</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s Wednesday ......&lt;br&gt;I am so done! What can&amp;#39;t it be Friday already..... ?&lt;p&gt;My kids have been Horrific(!) this week.... And I have been getting up  &lt;br&gt;at 4am to take jon to work since we are down to one car now.   That  &lt;br&gt;leaves me with about 41/2 hours of sleep at night because it takes mr  &lt;br&gt;SO LONG to get comfortable at night now!!! ( thanks baby!)&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m spent....&lt;br&gt;The end....(please)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4198881529523826682?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4198881529523826682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4198881529523826682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4198881529523826682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4198881529523826682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/04/longlong-week.html' title='A long....Long week!!!'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4121774150260942450</id><published>2009-04-27T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:13:32.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from email</title><content type='html'>Does this work?&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s see....&lt;br&gt;Send*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4121774150260942450?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4121774150260942450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4121774150260942450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4121774150260942450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4121774150260942450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-from-email.html' title='Blogging from email'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-2196751085425921050</id><published>2009-04-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:37:01.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots.....</title><content type='html'>So.....&lt;br /&gt;as the baby actually being outside of my tummy is drawing nearer.....&lt;br /&gt;we have to start making the choices that are hard....&lt;br /&gt;one being immunizing.  What to do what to do.....&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I do not fully support the whole shot thing......&lt;br /&gt;Oh i think some of them are okay........but there are so many things you are pumping into your babies body.....and i REALLY don't think its that good.  How could it be?&lt;br /&gt;I work with children with disabilities every day......and of course i wonder why there seems to be so many children with issues these days.   &lt;br /&gt;Most people think that its a paranoid mindset to think it has anything to do with the shots.  And i do think that it can be taken to far.  But.....I do think it plays a role.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do full immunizations.....at least as of now....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know....however....if i want to pick and chose them......&lt;br /&gt;or rule them out all together......&lt;br /&gt;its such a big thing.....&lt;br /&gt;the more i research it though.....the less thrilled i am about it.&lt;br /&gt;Lord help us do what is right.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-2196751085425921050?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/2196751085425921050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=2196751085425921050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2196751085425921050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2196751085425921050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/04/shots.html' title='Shots.....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-336472278041904394</id><published>2009-04-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:29:01.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, April 24th</title><content type='html'>Its a beautiful day........but its nap time and i'm stuck inside.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Yakima tonight for Danielle and matts wedding.....&lt;br /&gt;so we get to see everyone....(its been a while so i'm excited to see my Abby girl)&lt;br /&gt;But i'm also faced with the problem of having nothing to wear!  ahhh i know...no biggie right.....i just don't want to look like a slob for the wedding and the people i haven't seen in forever.  oh gosh.....why should it even matter:P  it shouldn't.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so lets see.....I'll be 19 weeks on sunday......&lt;br /&gt;Baby is a gymnist:P &lt;br /&gt;Midwife told me i was huge:P&lt;br /&gt;I measure 23 so i'm big:P  but i knew that already.&lt;br /&gt;Found heartbeat AS SOON as they put the doppler on me....&lt;br /&gt;said baby IS VERY large and healthy.....&lt;br /&gt;which is WONDERFUL ......but i can't help thinking that that huge baby has to come out of me at some point:P .......outch&lt;br /&gt;I have more energy......&lt;br /&gt;but now my belly is RUNNING INTO EVERYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;small animals can sleep on top of my tummy now....&lt;br /&gt;I can easily rest objects....such as laptops......on my belly with no effort whatsoever:P&lt;br /&gt;Ultrasound is May 6th.....can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Jons getting so excited....&lt;br /&gt;I told him i've held out on shopping until then,.....then i get to buy SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;hehe....&lt;br /&gt;still think its gunna be a boy.....&lt;br /&gt;still dont' know what i want&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;just not at the same time:P&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.....&lt;br /&gt;I actually have been asked by more than a few ppl if i'm having twins......&lt;br /&gt;thanks.....&lt;br /&gt;and even though that would be a possibility......&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness......&lt;br /&gt;ones enough for now thanks&lt;br /&gt;ummmm......&lt;br /&gt;yep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-336472278041904394?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/336472278041904394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=336472278041904394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/336472278041904394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/336472278041904394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-april-24th.html' title='Friday, April 24th'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-6298302179709860048</id><published>2009-04-10T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:56:34.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy as of week.....16</title><content type='html'>I am almost finished with week sixteen...it feels like i should be so much further along.  But I think that has to do with having to relive weeks i thought were already over.  oh well. we are getting there.  It is pretty awesome to think we are almost half way though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So updates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my baby now.....that is SO wonderful!!  Its so much easier to feel it there than wonder about it all the time.  Sometimes its soft and fluttery.....(I'm not sure fluttery is really the way i would explain it.....but its close enough.....its kinda how bubbles feel after you jump into a pool and the bubbles rush along your body to get to the surface)  sometimes its harder....and it feels like its scratching my insides:P  Oh and he....(NO i don't know its a he....but because of my husband calling it a he.....now i do to)&lt;br /&gt;hates church bells:P  it makes him jump every time:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next appointment is april 22.....its at that appointment that we will make the appointment for the ultrasound.  He...(Dr. somthingorother) is really easy to get in with usually so i'm hoping its only a few days after our regular checkup!!!!!!!!!!!  i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;So what is it?  I don't know.   I think i'm more sure with other pregnancies that with my own:P  (like for swingrovers for instance......i swore it was a boy:P)   I have said from the beginning that it was a girl........but i think i just hold to that because i'm stubborn :P  same reason my husband continues to swear its a boy!   I say its a girl but it just doesn't sit right.....I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....heres what I'll say:  If its a boy i wont be surprised at all.......BUT if its a girl i would be surprised i was right........&lt;br /&gt;I asked jon what he honestly thought it was....all stubborness aside.....he says he really believes it a girl deep down.  So i don't know......&lt;br /&gt;it just bothers me that i don't know yet&lt;br /&gt;i don't do well with secrets:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my belly is getting huge:P  I can rest it on counters now......and it seems to catch all my food.  &lt;br /&gt;my dog actually can sleep on my belly shelf now. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am huge compaired to people who are similar weeks......&lt;br /&gt;but i'm guessing because i'm so short and have a short middle:P  baby is going straight out and down:P&lt;br /&gt;I'm just now starting to gain weight though....which is odd because i've gotten so much bigger but haven't gained weight.  I lost about 20 lbs at the beginning of the pregnancy and then the baby sucked all the fat out of every part of my body and took it to my tummy.  Its SO true that baby changes your body.........but i honestly think i like this way better...as i wasn't to fond of my boyish figure beforeP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE having a belly.....i cant keep my hands off of it......its comforting just to hold it:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are starting to rub my belly now....its a little weird...but kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm lets see.....baby is the size of an orange now.......at out last appointment its heart rate was 155:P  Its very much alive and healthy....praise God:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i guess i'm done blabbering now.....got work to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-6298302179709860048?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/6298302179709860048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=6298302179709860048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6298302179709860048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6298302179709860048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/04/pregnancy-as-of-week16.html' title='Pregnancy as of week.....16'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1763126995794121179</id><published>2009-03-18T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:13:04.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy.....</title><content type='html'>Okay so i finally found a moment where i'm home, not asleep, and not vomiting. ahhhh relief......at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy so far.....&lt;br /&gt;is terrible and wonderful at the same time.  I wouldn't trade it for the world.....but its not so fun all the time:P  I know i haven't had it as bad as some i know....but i still feel sorry for myself from time to time.  It was such a big physical change that i think i am just now starting to get used to what i can and cant do during pregnancy.....how much energy i have and how long it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;My belly is HUGE....at least i think so......I love stretch pants.&lt;br /&gt;September still seems like a long way away......even though i know it will go by fast.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hold my baby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's getting more exited every day.....hes talking to my tummy on a regular basis now.  I love it...its so cute:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to find out what we are having.......ugh that seems like so far away too......&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know.....and to not call it an IT anymore:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats life....&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy......&lt;br /&gt;its a love/hate relationship....&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldn't trade it for the world......&lt;br /&gt;Its my baby:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1763126995794121179?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1763126995794121179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1763126995794121179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1763126995794121179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1763126995794121179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnancy.html' title='Pregnancy.....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-6061281515579675908</id><published>2009-02-03T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:01:57.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>most specifically to jewel</title><content type='html'>I must say i'm so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth ya'll....&lt;br /&gt;Biblestudy mostly....&lt;br /&gt;I have felt like crap quite honestly.....&lt;br /&gt;and thats why i haven't shown up....&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bum:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-6061281515579675908?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/6061281515579675908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=6061281515579675908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6061281515579675908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6061281515579675908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-specifically-to-jewel.html' title='most specifically to jewel'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-876901615057499915</id><published>2009-02-01T19:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:06:42.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay here goes....</title><content type='html'>I'm pregnant....PRAISE THE LORD!!!¡¡!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-3431019436209632167</id><published>2009-01-27T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:28:21.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't written much lately ... But with good reason...all in good time my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-3431019436209632167?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/3431019436209632167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=3431019436209632167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3431019436209632167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3431019436209632167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-waiting.html' title='Still waiting'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-2441295805367754793</id><published>2009-01-27T17:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:27:16.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When he sleeps he snores...</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep and so I'm just laying here...thank goodness for the invention of the iphonesnd mobile blogging aye?&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose I'm thinking about anything particular....just pondering.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last halfan hour or so reading the blog of a recently engaged friend of mine....well she is a friend but I can't say I'm as close to her as those around me are .  My own fault I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that she is really truely happy...and because of that I am happyfor her.&lt;br /&gt;So it's a new year... With new expectations,letdowns,wants,needs....etc.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what god has in store for us this year....I can only hope:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired....maybe I'll sleep....or try.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-2441295805367754793?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/2441295805367754793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=2441295805367754793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2441295805367754793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2441295805367754793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-he-sleeps-he-snores.html' title='When he sleeps he snores...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-2896309062431337120</id><published>2009-01-13T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:50:02.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have so so much to say....but i can't yet!!! I cant!!!!!!!! I will soon i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-2896309062431337120?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/2896309062431337120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=2896309062431337120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2896309062431337120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2896309062431337120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-so-so-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1566814558593045965</id><published>2008-12-31T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:19:35.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year...</title><content type='html'>How tired am I of hearing "this year will for sure be better than the last eight "&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...that is such a childish phrase.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Obama is not going to save the world...he is just a man...please quit treating him like he's a god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.bush has made mistakes...yes...but may I remind you of the president before him who also made a laughing stock of our country ... Or have we forgotten his weakness and direct lies to us??? I'm pretty sure he was an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes Obama is black....and that is a huge thing......but if that and the promise of unxlairified change is all he offers...this country would better be run by a flock of geese.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1566814558593045965?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1566814558593045965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1566814558593045965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1566814558593045965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1566814558593045965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='New year...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4999984934382390520</id><published>2008-12-21T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:33:26.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>So Christmas is on Thursday and we are suppose to go to my grandparents house............but weather being what it is...I'm starting to doubt thatwill happen....  &lt;br /&gt;Normally that would be...whatever...but this time I really want to go....&lt;br /&gt;My hubbu isn't being very nice about it either....&lt;br /&gt;We stall see what may come...I pray we can&lt;br /&gt;It wouldbe nice tosee my family...the last time was thanksgiving last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4999984934382390520?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4999984934382390520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4999984934382390520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4999984934382390520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4999984934382390520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-3179389336240259756</id><published>2008-12-20T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:47:39.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Okay so here I am again..&lt;br /&gt;Snow snow snow snow is all I see&lt;br /&gt;I love snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-3179389336240259756?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/3179389336240259756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=3179389336240259756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3179389336240259756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3179389336240259756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-back.html' title='I&amp;#39;m back'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-5625153686688334784</id><published>2008-12-10T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:08.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Provideth...He provideth well!</title><content type='html'>so much for my last post....I think God planned on humbling me a bit....&lt;br /&gt;Money is tight.....plus its christmas....&lt;br /&gt;we were wondering if we would even get to have a christmas between Jon and I....&lt;br /&gt;today my boss handed me a bag full of goodies and a $100 gift card to the co-op.&lt;br /&gt;SO...we will eat this month:P and we shall eat well.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord provides each and every time...&lt;br /&gt;even if we doubt him.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for all you do and have done for us....we are most undeserving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-5625153686688334784?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/5625153686688334784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=5625153686688334784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5625153686688334784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5625153686688334784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-providethhe-provideth-well.html' title='He Provideth...He provideth well!'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-6988314177521049147</id><published>2008-12-09T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:20:14.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....*grumble grumble*.....</title><content type='html'>I WANT CHRISTMAS TO BE OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;no no no don't get me wrong I LOVE christmas and i LOVE this season.....but I also love my husband and i'm tired of him getting home at 1:30 in the morning....I hate Fedex.&lt;br /&gt;oh well....I'm single till next year. ..now that i have that out.....&lt;br /&gt;time for something more serious.....&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I are still trying to get pregnant.....&lt;br /&gt;3 months now....I know thats not that long....but it breaks my heart every month when i find out I'm not.  I break....and it hurts so bad. &lt;br /&gt;With my family history I am so afraid that it wont be possible....&lt;br /&gt;Month after month it gets worse...&lt;br /&gt;I know and I DO trust that the Lord will take care of us....&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't always mean that we wont hurt.....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-6988314177521049147?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/6988314177521049147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=6988314177521049147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6988314177521049147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6988314177521049147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/12/grumble-grumble.html' title='.....*grumble grumble*.....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4744048902252341663</id><published>2008-12-08T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:22:06.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day another dollar</title><content type='html'>just home from work....I'm tired.  A rather emotionally draining day...but mondays usually are. ugh....&lt;br /&gt;...deep breath....&lt;br /&gt;I am home...&lt;br /&gt;with my christmas tree....&lt;br /&gt;my puppies...&lt;br /&gt;my lunch....&lt;br /&gt;life is good.....&lt;br /&gt;God is good......&lt;br /&gt;thats all i need....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4744048902252341663?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4744048902252341663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4744048902252341663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4744048902252341663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4744048902252341663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='another day another dollar'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-1100126728064022947</id><published>2008-12-03T14:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:09:50.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't really know....</title><content type='html'>have you every felt like something big was about to happen....but you had no idea what!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I soo feel that way right now...like something is about to happen in our lifes.....&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it is....is it good or bad....&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea....&lt;br /&gt;I just have a funny feeling....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...maybe i'm crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-1100126728064022947?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/1100126728064022947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=1100126728064022947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1100126728064022947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/1100126728064022947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-really-know.html' title='i don&apos;t really know....'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-7066361451409849424</id><published>2008-12-01T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:39:54.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i am sitting here........first work day between thanksgiving and christmas....&lt;br /&gt;and my hubby is nowhere to be found:(&lt;br /&gt;He gets so busy......&lt;br /&gt;and i will not really get the chance to see him till January....&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you my darling....&lt;br /&gt;see you next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-7066361451409849424?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/7066361451409849424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=7066361451409849424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7066361451409849424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7066361451409849424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-am-sitting-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-7796643587408226240</id><published>2008-11-30T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:37:00.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbyZRWYaI/AAAAAAAAACI/k-KA8-9NVmU/s1600-h/candle+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbyZRWYaI/AAAAAAAAACI/k-KA8-9NVmU/s320/candle+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660509916225954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbtfwNXWI/AAAAAAAAACA/-4eU8HJT_10/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbtfwNXWI/AAAAAAAAACA/-4eU8HJT_10/s320/candle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660425756925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbnp7H4nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zfmiD_pl6hE/s1600-h/wine+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbnp7H4nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zfmiD_pl6hE/s320/wine+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660325407842930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbg06ok5I/AAAAAAAAABw/uAOD4ehv6xk/s1600-h/wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbg06ok5I/AAAAAAAAABw/uAOD4ehv6xk/s320/wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660208099496850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbUO0lOXI/AAAAAAAAABo/5GPHl-TR6Bc/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2008+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbUO0lOXI/AAAAAAAAABo/5GPHl-TR6Bc/s320/thanksgiving+2008+glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274659991715133810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbLaBrdyI/AAAAAAAAABg/xAPY-lrtKVw/s1600-h/wheres+the+wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbLaBrdyI/AAAAAAAAABg/xAPY-lrtKVw/s320/wheres+the+wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274659840104036130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbDynWQRI/AAAAAAAAABY/b64Fv5kktr4/s1600-h/fork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbDynWQRI/AAAAAAAAABY/b64Fv5kktr4/s320/fork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274659709265527058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNa2otXcXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Bj7U96CAnus/s1600-h/balsamic+tomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNa2otXcXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Bj7U96CAnus/s320/balsamic+tomato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274659483268116850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNadTkKKXI/AAAAAAAAABI/9XjqMMSM70M/s1600-h/vegan+thanksgiving+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNadTkKKXI/AAAAAAAAABI/9XjqMMSM70M/s320/vegan+thanksgiving+dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274659048095623538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought i'd upload a few pics from thanksgiving....and from those who think it can't be done....there before you is a fully vegan thanksgiving meal:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNadTkKKXI/AAAAAAAAABI/9XjqMMSM70M/s1600-h/vegan+thanksgiving+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-7796643587408226240?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/7796643587408226240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=7796643587408226240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7796643587408226240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/7796643587408226240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-thought-id-upload-few-pics-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/STNbyZRWYaI/AAAAAAAAACI/k-KA8-9NVmU/s72-c/candle+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-18904252480976329</id><published>2008-11-30T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:06:39.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...so last day of November....can hardly believe it. &lt;br /&gt;This IS the best time of the year in my opinion! I am afraid I'll be missing my Eastern Washington feet and feet of snow though....&lt;br /&gt;I do love snow!&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was great....actually quite nice...i was surprised....&lt;br /&gt;except for the hours BEFORE thanksgiving dinner.....when all the people we drove to Yakima to see magically disappeared....(and I'm still not sure where they went)...It seem they had better things to do:)&lt;br /&gt;anyway....time to focus on Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;I know we have made Christmas into a bunch of tradition....&lt;br /&gt;but i must say....I love tradition! &lt;br /&gt;anyway....I'm off to put up my christmas tree.....&lt;br /&gt;its a miracle I have made it this long without putting it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-18904252480976329?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/18904252480976329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=18904252480976329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/18904252480976329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/18904252480976329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-2459372334287449973</id><published>2008-11-26T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:01:43.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yakima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Off to celebrate...</title><content type='html'>Well the hours are passing....as i sit at home...bags packed...ready and waiting for my hubby to get home so we may make the drive to yakima.  Am i looking forward to it....no.  I say no only because it seems a long trip for nothing.....seeing we have to be back by friday so that jon can work.&lt;br /&gt;Also....it would seem we are having thanksgiving dinner at my inlaws inlaws......which are quite a carnivorous bunch...making it hard for a vegan like me to enjoy her thanksgiving feast. ugh...my brain is screaming!&lt;br /&gt;oh well...i shall make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;It is thanksgiving afterall.....and i should be thankful is suppose:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-2459372334287449973?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/2459372334287449973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=2459372334287449973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2459372334287449973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2459372334287449973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-to-celebrate.html' title='Off to celebrate...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-3601248925346319225</id><published>2008-11-25T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:59:06.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SSyDLpv6F8I/AAAAAAAAABA/ft_bF1GUXQ4/s1600-h/bentley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SSyDLpv6F8I/AAAAAAAAABA/ft_bF1GUXQ4/s320/bentley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272733499952601026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SSyC637Q7pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iVlH-MiIu1Q/s1600-h/boy+and+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SSyC637Q7pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iVlH-MiIu1Q/s320/boy+and+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272733211700555410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we have had our youngest "child" for about a month now....so I  had to post a pic.  Our babies.....soooo full of personality:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-3601248925346319225?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/3601248925346319225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=3601248925346319225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3601248925346319225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/3601248925346319225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-we-have-had-our-youngest-child-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SSyDLpv6F8I/AAAAAAAAABA/ft_bF1GUXQ4/s72-c/bentley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-2559602551278900594</id><published>2008-11-25T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:13:43.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again...reflecting</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm back....seems that as I am not yet used to this sight being one of my "regulars" I forgot the password and was to lazy to do anything about it.  But i know that writing is soo good for me once i get back into it.  So...I will continue in hopes that that love for the written word resurfaces:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that life is just now starting to calm down.  I just now feel as though we are starting to settle where we are.  We have lived in Mount Vernon since June but is hard when you don't know anyone...I tend to feel isolated.   I am a people person and its hard when i don't have any people! &lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that after a year and a half we actually have a church....even though i don't feel totally comfortable yet.  Its not that there is anything wrong with it...it just hard to get close to people when you only see the backs of their heads a few hours a week.  I long for good friendships.....I really don't do well without them.  I have my dearest Abz and Mal,  both of which live back in Idaho so its hard being all alone.  I love my hubby.....but i need other people too:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes me so long to open up to people.....I think it because i put so much into a relationship....I am not one of those people who can have lots and lots of great relationships and maintain them all.  I put my heart and soul into my friendships....because they are that important to me. &lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of women at the church.....but they have all known each other for a while....and its hard to feel like I belong..........I'm working on it thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel now.....that in my life it is time for me to start over.  I think that thats why God allowed us to move here....a fresh start.  And I thank Him for that. &lt;br /&gt;Its not that I have spent the last two years hardened...although some people have thought that....its just that I HAD to be the strong one....my family and friends around me NEEDED me to be...I saw that......and I tried to do my best but obviously i didn't go about that quite the right way....I did not pull my strength fully from the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;All the while i was broken inside.....and for fear of letting my loved ones down i hid it. &lt;br /&gt;That continued to break me.  And i allowed it to put  a wedge between my Lord and I. &lt;br /&gt;I saw it all along...it wasn't a surprise to me.&lt;br /&gt;But now...now is the time to heal.  And it is a slow process......I have soooo much to be thankful for and i need to start living like I AM thankful for them.&lt;br /&gt;There are still things that i don't understand.....but I'm okay with it....and even though i went through a hard time i see how strong it is making me now.  strength is Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;I also see how strong our hardships have in turn made my marriage...I would never want to go through them again...but i'm thankful we did.....and I am thankful for what the Lord has made of us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway enough rambling.....just felt the need to exclaim that.....Christ has made me whole.......and for once in a long time....I fell it...I feel whole.  Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lyss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-2559602551278900594?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/2559602551278900594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=2559602551278900594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2559602551278900594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/2559602551278900594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-againreflecting.html' title='Back again...reflecting'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-4066017878486971627</id><published>2008-11-03T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:04:22.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being open...</title><content type='html'>I...am generally not an open person unless i truly trust you.  And even then it takes a lot to let people see all of me.  But once i have found those people whom i can love and trust I hold on very tight to them. &lt;br /&gt;I saw....once again...last night just how blessed I am with the husband that God has so graciously provided for me.  He is...amazing.  He is my buddy, my confidant,  my fellow debater, my fellow adventurer, my "lets just stay in bed and watch a movie...maybe order pizza" buddy.  He is by best friend.  And i see more and more every day how important that is. &lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't imagine being in a marriage with anyone other that your best friend.  Having a bond beyond sex is seemingly inconceivable to our modern society, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking beyond the same sex marriages and the incredibly high divorce rate that almost exceeds the marriage rate.  Beyond those things....(even though i think them most terrible!!!)...we come to the simple, healthy, biblical marriage between a man and a woman, a husband and a wife, even that has become dirty.  Marriage is more of a cuss word now that a word representing something we should cherish.  How sad that marriage has become an afterthought....something that comes after people have lived together for 7 years or after the birth of their 4th child.  Instead of congratulations when learning of an engagement or upcoming marriage...more often than not....come the question of "Why?".  Now that why could either be a "What did they get themselves into, and why do they have to get married now?"  Or "Whats the purpose of getting married.....you can live the life without the ties"&lt;br /&gt;anyway....I know i'm ranting....but i just don't get it.  I don't understand peoples logic.  I don't understand or like what marriage has become to both the secular and the christian world.  We should be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for the Husband i have....and the marriage i have....though its not perfect it is made wonderful in the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....okay off to make dinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-4066017878486971627?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/4066017878486971627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=4066017878486971627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4066017878486971627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/4066017878486971627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-being-open.html' title='On being open...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-5471385649374465639</id><published>2008-10-20T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:03:07.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>monday...bloody monday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP1iSpFqEwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XOACIh09XDo/s1600-h/meg+and+jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP1iSpFqEwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XOACIh09XDo/s400/meg+and+jon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259468012245357314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span title="" lang="sq"&gt;Përshëndetje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;thats hi in albanian:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a lighter note...I have something wonderful to boast about:P&lt;br /&gt;.over a yummy lunch of red robin french fries and boca burgers...my hubby told me hes ready to be a daddy!  Ohhh goodness!  I can't explain how wonderful it was to hear those words.  I never thought it would come now....if you would have asked me six months ago if i thought he would say those words now I probably would have laughed at you....and then cried.&lt;br /&gt;Jon has grown and changed so much in the last year....as have I...I know.  We have gone through so many things....SO many....things i would never want to do again....but i am glad we had to because i see how strong it makes us now.  I could not ask for a better husband, I am so blessed!  He is a strong reliable loving man with a huge heart and a great sense of humor.  I think we mesh pretty well.  And now...he wants to be my baby-daddy:P&lt;br /&gt;So now....the waiting game....we wait and wait.....and as each month comes we are faced with the reality of....Maybe. Ugh...i hate the maybe game....before it was totally different than it should be now.  So...babies on the mind all the time...ALL THE TIME!  haha...I pray that the Lord give me control over my emotions...and longing to be a mommy....and that the disappointment that will probably come month to month wont discourage me to much.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...off to bed...I have a terrible headache...and can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;br /&gt;(the above picture is Jon with his youngest niece....see hes cute with a little ones isn't he:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-5471385649374465639?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/5471385649374465639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=5471385649374465639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5471385649374465639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/5471385649374465639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/10/mondaybloody-monday.html' title='monday...bloody monday...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP1iSpFqEwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XOACIh09XDo/s72-c/meg+and+jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009825097310967151.post-6399094592302578018</id><published>2008-10-20T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:33:57.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to blogging'/><title type='text'>Newness...</title><content type='html'>Okay...so I started over.&lt;br /&gt;Back to blogging just like the old days:P&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to tell...i just have to work back into writing my thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;I'll work on it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5009825097310967151-6399094592302578018?l=lyssal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/feeds/6399094592302578018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5009825097310967151&amp;postID=6399094592302578018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6399094592302578018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5009825097310967151/posts/default/6399094592302578018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyssal.blogspot.com/2008/10/newness.html' title='Newness...'/><author><name>Lyssa Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700103531742808461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kp7omBB69x8/SP0YOZ6CD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ei7h2eHHqUQ/S220/jon+and+alyssa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
