<?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-12179717</id><updated>2011-11-06T01:57:44.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for The Beans</title><subtitle type='html'>An online story of our babies making their way into the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112854299325555421</id><published>2005-10-05T16:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:25:28.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Springer Girls</title><content type='html'>Check out our photos! &lt;a href="http://mommabean.com/"&gt;The Springer Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop snapping photos of these girls! I've created their own blog of photos I've taken throughout the day. I've got a million, but only have some of them up. And I don't have any stories to go with them, as it's hard for me to get away for a second to type a little anecdote to go along with the picture. Hopefully I will be able to add more in the future, once we get this parenting twins thing down pat. Until then, enjoy the show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112854299325555421?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112854299325555421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112854299325555421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112854299325555421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112854299325555421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/10/springer-girls.html' title='The Springer Girls'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112725544389886278</id><published>2005-09-20T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:01:29.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/Maggie%20awake%20finally!1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/Maggie%20awake%20finally%211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Margaret Marceau Springer.&lt;br /&gt;Born September 8, 2005 at 5:39 p.m. 6 lbs. 2 0z., 19.5 in. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112725544389886278?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112725544389886278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112725544389886278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112725544389886278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112725544389886278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/09/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112725528875348592</id><published>2005-09-20T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:46:41.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Audrey Adelaide Springer.&lt;br /&gt;Born on September 8, 2005 at 5:40 p.m. 5 lbs. 0 oz., 18 in. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112725528875348592?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112725528875348592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112725528875348592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112725528875348592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112725528875348592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/09/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112683477688715539</id><published>2005-09-15T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:45:44.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're heeeeeerrrrreeee!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've finally got a couple of minutes to write more than a couple of lines...I've literally started this birth story at least five times in the past four weeks and haven't been able to finish it until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a lot of you know, my c-section was scheduled for September 14, our four year anniversary, because Audrey was still transverse.  I was still on strict bedrest and taking Procardia XL for the PTL, and had my last OB appointment on September 8.  My mom drove me and on our way to the office, I warned my mother that if my OB makes me go to the hospital for more "monitoring", I would demand that the girls be delivered that day!!  Little did I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the appointment, my blood pressure was checked twice and both times, it was dangerously high.  Also, my legs and feet were extremely swollen beyond recognition and my urine revealed that I had protein in it.  All of that combined with the fact that I had made it to 36 weeks (I was 36 weeks 3 days) convinced my OB to deliver the girls that day.  When she told me that I had finally developed pre-eclampsia and that I should go home and get ready, I was shocked.  We had been expecting this for six weeks because of the PTL, but when it actually became real, I was freaked out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim met me at the condo and we packed up and drove to the hospital.  We arrived at 2:30 p.m. and got prepped and strapped to the monitors.  I began contracting more often, about every 2-3 minutes, and it began to get more painful!  My OB hadn't arrived yet and I wondered if we'd even make it to the operating room!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and mother-in-law came into Triage at around 4:30 p.m. to let us know they had arrived...I think my dad was more nervous than any of us!  I was just anxious to get it over with...I was terrified of the surgery and though I knew what to expect, I still just wanted to get in there and get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the nurse anesthetist arrived and told me the anesthesiologist was on his way and that things would start happening quickly.  Meanwhile, my OB arrived and visited with me and eased my fears a little.  Jim was whisked away to put on his little operating room uniform and I didn't see him until I was strapped down and numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operating room was so bright and cold and busy.  There were people everywhere, but my nurse (Donna!) and OB were wonderful, rubbing my hands and legs while I received the spinal and telling me everything would be wonderful.  Finally, Jim was allowed back in and things got under way really quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel a thing, not even the pushing and pulling that I had been warned about.  I was surprisingly calm, but still anxious to see my girls.  All of a sudden, my nurse anesthetist shouted to an NA that there wasn't a mirror in the room.  They called other operating rooms looking for one, but my OB announced that it is too late, that Baby A was coming.  Sure enough, seconds later, I heard a strong squeal and at 5:39 p.m. Margaret Marceau was born. &lt;br /&gt;Immediately I began to cry and ask Jim over and over if he could see her.  He couldn't because she was taken immediately by the pediatricians.  At 5:40 p.m., another hearty cry errupted and Audrey Adelaide arrived into the world (hand first!).  I heard a few chuckles and my doctor announce that Audrey had just peed all over her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were unable to see them for what seemed like forever, and I kept asking Jim if everything was okay.  I heard them crying, but we hadn't seen them yet.  Maggie's team announced that she was 6 lbs. 2 oz. and 19.5 in. and that her APGAR score was 9.  Then Audrey's team announced that she was 5 lbs. 0 oz. and 18 inches and her APGAR score was also 9.  A nurse giggled and said Audrey was peeing again!  I was so relieved to know that they were okay, but still we were unable to see them!  I was starting to get very nauseus and headachy from the spinal and became a little disoriented and distracted, but soon enough, the girls were brought to Jim and he was able to hold them up to me and let me see and kiss them.  They were gorgeous.  More beautiful than I could have ever imagined!  And they looked NOTHING alike!  Later, after comparing baby pictures, we determined that Maggie, though named after my side of the family, looks just like her daddy and Audrey, named after his side of the family, looks just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the c-section, I was sent to Labor &amp; Delivery because of my pre-eclampsia.  I was put on Magnesium Sulfate (for the fourth time in six weeks!) for 24 hours to prevent seizures associated with pre-eclampsia and I didn't really see my girls too much in that period of time.  I was in and out of conciousness because of the Mag and the pain medication and they were being monitored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next evening, we were admitted to Postpartum and the girls were able to spend most of their time with us.  They were only taken away for vital checks.  I was still in quite a bit of pain, but Jim is a natural and took such good care of them while I was recovering in the hospital.  We were discharged on September 12th and are adjusting wonderfully at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie and Audrey are amazing.  They are growing bigger and bigger right before my eyes.  You wouldn't know that they were a month premature.  They eat and sleep and that's about it!  Maggie is a little more easy going than Audrey, and I wonder if that's because Audrey is smaller.  She just needs to be cuddled more, it seems, than Maggie does.  But they are both so precious and just the best little girls I know.  The furbabies are in love, as are anyone that meet them.  They are sleeping in four hour increments and I'm waking them up at the same time so that they are on the same schedule.  Once in awhile it doesn't work out, but for the most part, these girls are so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who wished us well as we struggled through preterm labor and the hospital bedrest.  I was so frustrated for so long with the strict bedrest and hospital stay but I can see now that it was all worth while to have two beautiful and healthy baby girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112683477688715539?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112683477688715539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112683477688715539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112683477688715539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112683477688715539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/09/theyre-heeeeeerrrrreeee.html' title='They&apos;re heeeeeerrrrreeee!!!!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112603424438179815</id><published>2005-09-06T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:33:36.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.au.edu.tw/club/astro/main/download/star/astrology/virgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;September 14, 2005 at 8:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be our 4 year wedding anniversary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I still have 7 days between now and then...who knows, the girls may have other plans. But if the past several weeks are any indication, Maggie and Audrey should be here next Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your support and good wishes! It's been a long few weeks but the end is near!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For better or for worse, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrology.com/sun_virgo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; baby is plenty fussy! How else do you expect these kids to grow up to be perfectionists? Get used to it: The Virgo baby can be quite particular and needs to have a routine. At least having a routine isn't all bad, but don't even think of changing it! This baby will not respond well to lots of change. The Virgo baby can also be picky about food, so keep it simple at mealtimes. Aside from these peculiarities, this tot doesn't require a lot. A clean bedroom and simple clothing are sure to keep this baby dry-eyed. The Virgo baby is quite good at amusing itself for hours with the most basic of games, feeling very little need for the attention of others. The Virgo child also wants to talk early on, probably earlier than most of the other babies around. There's a lot going on in that mind wanting to come out! From an early age, this baby can also be seen as mother's little helper, as the need to serve others is a strong Virgo trait. They also won't make a fuss over their accomplishments, since by nature these kids are a bit shy. To sum up, the Virgo baby is fine on their own but also happy to help others, loves cleanliness, and can easily keep themselves amused. All this adds up to a pretty good (albeit picky!) kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112603424438179815?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112603424438179815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112603424438179815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112603424438179815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112603424438179815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-date.html' title='It&apos;s a date!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112603305877937659</id><published>2005-09-06T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:57:38.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How your baby's growing: Your baby is still putting on the pounds — about an ounce a day. She now weighs almost 6 pounds and is a little less than 19 inches long. She's shedding most of the downy covering of hair that covered her body as well as the vernix caseosa, the creamy substance that covered and protected her skin during its submersion in amniotic fluid. Your baby swallows both of these substances, along with other secretions, which will stay in her bowels until birth. This blackish mixture, called meconium, will become her first bowel movement.At the end of this week, your baby will be considered full-term. (Babies between 37 and 42 weeks are considered full-term; a baby born before 37 weeks is pre-term and after 42 is post-term.) Most likely she's in a head-down position by now, which is optimal for a smooth delivery, but if she isn't in the next week, your provider may suggest scheduling an "external cephalic version," which is a fancy way of saying she'll try to coax your baby into a head-down position manually, by manipulating her from the outside of your belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112603305877937659?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112603305877937659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112603305877937659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112603305877937659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112603305877937659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/09/36-weeks.html' title='36 Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112585232472087249</id><published>2005-09-04T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:07:15.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Cried Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The thing is, every time I was sent to the hospital by my doctors, I was &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; that THIS time would be IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On July 25, when it was discovered that I had dilated and was having frequent contractions, I would have bet my last dollar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On August 16, when the nurse administering the non-stress test told me that she would have to page my doctors and have me admitted, I called in the soldiers, stating that this time, it's got to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And on Friday, Sept. 2, only three days away from being 36 weeks, having not slept for the last week, and feeling as if I was nearing the end of my rope, I just knew that Friday would be a birthday. In fact, when Dr. W. said that she was sending me to the hospital because of the indications of pre-eclampsia (my horribly swollen legs and feet, my raised blood pressure, and the presence of protein in my urine), I made the calls, again, and told my friends and family that I was making what I thought was going to be my third and final trip to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I arrived, sister and nephew in tow, I checked into the now familiar Family Birthing Center and prepared for what I knew was to come: bloodwork, monitoring, blood pressure and urine check, cervical exam, IV for potential dehydration and numerous visits by the residents, all of whom weren't completely familiar with my records. We were there for eight hours. In those eight hours, my contractions increased in intensity and frequency (every 2 minutes) but everything else returned to normal and my cervix remained unchanged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When J. left his office, co-workers were slapping his back and shaking his hand, congratulating him on the impending births of his children. They were sure, like the rest of us, that the third time would be the charm. When he arrived at Triage, his frustration of seeing me in pain, the lack of progress, and the ignorance of the residents overflowed and he lashed out at the current resident. She was about to admit me to Antepartum for the third time for "theraputic rest" and he could see the desperation in my eyes at the thought of another day in the hospital. I begged her that since she, nor the doctor on call (a physician from another practice that was covering for mine over the weekend), were planning on delivering the babies tonight, to let me go home. She reluctantly agreed and I was discharged at 9:00 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earlier that day, Dr. W. told me that if I haven't gone into labor naturally, that a cesarean section would be scheduled close to 37 weeks - September 12, 2005. So, on Tuesday, I'm calling the office, scheduling the surgery, and if by chance I happen to have to return to the hospital before then, I will not call, text, page or tell anyone what's going on. Maybe, just maybe, I'll have these girls soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112585232472087249?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112585232472087249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112585232472087249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112585232472087249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112585232472087249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/09/girl-who-cried-wolf.html' title='The Girl Who Cried Wolf'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112552504760853114</id><published>2005-08-31T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:09:51.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>34 &amp; 35 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thirty-Four Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your baby gets bigger and bigger as each day passes. As of week 34, the baby weighs almost 5 pounds (2268 g), and is between 19 and 20 inches long (roughly 49 cm). There are lots of new developments in progress. The baby's skin is starting to be less wrinkled and while the hair covering the baby's skin (lanugo) is decreasing, the vernix white coating is getting thicker in preparation for the delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you've seen or felt something drip from your breasts, you're not imagining things. Pre-milk substance (colostrum) is in the making, thanks to the hormones from the placenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thirty-Five Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nearing the ninth month, your baby weighs approximately 5 1/2 pounds (roughly 2495 g), and measures approximately 20 inches from head to toe. The baby will continue to grow, putting on about a half a pound per week until delivery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the next few weeks, the organs (which are all present), are just putting on the final touches before birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112552504760853114?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112552504760853114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112552504760853114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112552504760853114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112552504760853114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/34-35-weeks.html' title='34 &amp; 35 Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112482706383744159</id><published>2005-08-23T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:57:43.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Father-to-Be</title><content type='html'>First of all, Jean wants to apologize for not returning phone calls oremails. I told her she was being silly for apologizing but she making medo it. Below is a summary of the last 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just from my memory, the days are starting to blend together. For me a Monday doesn't feel like a Monday anymore, it just feels like any other day.  Also, Jean is not up for visitors. She is pretty darn miserable and is just concentrating on what she is going through.  Jean and I went to the hospital Wed morning at 7:30am for a 'non-stress test'. Just a normal test to make sure everything is okay. At this time the nurses noticed that Jean was contracting every 2 minutes. We stayed in the emergency birthing dept for about 4 hours so they could continue to monitor the babies. The doctors then decided to admit Jean to the Labor and Delivery dept and give here an IV of magnesium sulfate (not fun) to help stop the contractions. The contractions started to slow around 4am on Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday they decided to move Jean to the antepartum dept because she was doing better. She stayed there all day Thursday. Her contractions were happening about every 8 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning Jean's contractions started getting closer together and more painful. So, the doctor's sent her back to labor and delivery for more magnesium. Jean's contractions were so bad on Friday night that the doc's gave her asleeping pill and morphine to help with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Jean was doing better, her contractions were every 8-10 min, so they sent her back to the antepartum dept. The doc's decided that since Monday (today) is exactly 34 weeks they were not going to give Jean any drugs to stop the labor. So, Saturday afternoon and Saturday night Jean's contractions were happening every 2-3 min. On a pain scale of 1-10 (10 being the worst pain you can imagine) Jean's pain was about 6-7. The doc's decided to give her pain meds to help with the pain and help her sleep. I was 99% sure that the babies were going to be born Saturday night.  Sunday was very very similar to Saturday. A lot of contractions and a lot of pain. I spent the night at the hospital Wed, Thur, Fri, and Saturday. The funny thing is that with all of the contractions, Jean is only dilated to 2 cm. Maggie is extremely low and in perfect birthing position, but Jean is still not dilating any further. Also on Sunday night the doc's didn't want to give Jean any paid meds. Finally, around 12 midnight they gave Jean morphine for the pain but it didn't help much, she only ended up getting about 2 hours sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's pretty much it. Jean and I were positive that the babies were going to be born over the weekend. However, the doctor's will not perform a c-section, no matter how much pain Jean is in, unless the babies are in danger. That's about it. It is killing me that I have to be at work while Jean is going through this, but there isn't much I or anyone else can do for her at this time. I will keep everyone posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112482706383744159?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112482706383744159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112482706383744159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112482706383744159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112482706383744159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/from-father-to-be.html' title='From the Father-to-Be'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112420654603420467</id><published>2005-08-16T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:35:46.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your baby continues to fill out and gain weight.  The organs are maturing and she is passing water from her bladder.  Her skin has turned from red to pink and is also becoming less wrinkled. Your baby has started preparing for life outside the womb by storing iron in her liver.  Your baby's skull is still quite pliable and not completely joined, in part so she can ease out of the relatively narrow birth canal. But the bones in the rest of her body are hardening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's full height is approximately 19.4 inches (49 cm).  Weight is about 4.4 pounds (2000 grams).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your baby should already be getting ready for delivery by turning upside-down -- her head should be pointing down. Your doctor or midwife will be paying careful attention to your baby's position in the coming weeks -- some babies do decide to turn back around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a first-time mother, your child's head may move into the pelvis this week and press firmly against your cervix. (This happens for about half of all first-time mothers.) If you're a second-time mom, you can expect this to happen a week before labor -- and for some this won't happen until the advanced stages of labor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112420654603420467?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112420654603420467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112420654603420467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112420654603420467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112420654603420467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/33-weeks.html' title='33 Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112420599233904593</id><published>2005-08-16T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:26:32.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last ultrasound??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning we had what was probably our last ultrasound! Yippee! We were unable to get photos of the babies b/c they are so big right now but we did get weights...Maggie is 4 lbs. 11 oz. (which is 1 lb. 4 oz. larger than she was exactly 3 weeks ago) and Audrey is 4 lbs. 4 oz. (which is 1 lb. 1 oz. larger than she was 3 weeks ago). Also, the technician was able to see some hair on Maggie's head! Awww!!! I can't wait!!!! Maggie is still head down, and Audrey is "mostly" head down...looks like she's curved and headed that way. No wonder I feel so much heavier!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 33 weeks 1 day today, which is further than I thought I'd be on July 25th! I'm thinking 2 more weeks, because I just really feel uncomfortable and immobile lately. More so than usual...feels like they are headed south and ready to arrive. Even their movement isn't as frequent because they are running out of room. Any guesses? I'll be shocked if I make it to 36 weeks (Sept. 5) but who knows!!! It's whenever they feel like finally meeting us, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now! I have my non-stress test tomorrow and doctor appt. on Thursday, where it will be interesting to see if I've dilated any more. The contractions are still coming but thankfully the medication is working!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112420599233904593?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112420599233904593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112420599233904593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112420599233904593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112420599233904593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-ultrasound.html' title='Last ultrasound??'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112362498688919073</id><published>2005-08-09T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:03:06.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor &amp; Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Everything after that happened really fast.  I was placed in a private L&amp;D room, which was fully equipped to handle just that – labor and delivery.  I think that it was good that it all happened so fast, because I didn’t have the time to think about what was actually happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hooked up to the monitoring system again and an IV was placed in my hand.  The IV is probably the worst of the pain that I had felt at that time.  It hurt so bad!  Dr. P finally came in and explained what was about to happen to me.  I was to be put on magnesium sulfate to slow the contractions for 24 hours at least.  At that time, I would be reevaluated to determine the next course of treatment.  The nurse warned me that the mag would make me feel miserable in the beginning, like I was having tremendous hot flashes.  She wasn’t lying – I was miserable.  I had never felt  that hot before, I felt like I had a temperature of 120!  I was also given a shot of steroids in my rear (the second most painful event of the evening).  The steroids are administered to women in pre-term labor to assist the babies in more rapidly developing their lungs, in case they were born soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nurse told me that I was only allowed ice chips and was not allowed to use the bathroom.  Yes, that means that I had to use a bedpan the whole time I was in L&amp;D.  Let me tell you, when you plan on having a baby, you need to check your modesty at the door, because there is no way to avoid some of the awkward situations you find yourself in.  And everyone sees EVERYTHING.  I was uncomfortable, embarrassed, hungry and scared and I just wanted everything to be okay for my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; A little later in the evening, I was given a shot of morphine to help to alleviate the pain of the contractions.  The morphine caused an immediate reaction for me, I felt like my throat was closing and that someone was lifting my chin and choking me.  It only lasted about 30 seconds, but it terrified me.  After that, I couldn’t tell if and when I had a contraction.  This lasted for almost 24 hours!  But I still couldn’t get any sleep because I was constantly being monitored and my vitals were being checked every hour on the hour.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;J stayed the night with me because we were still uncertain if the babies would be delivered that evening or soon after.  But eventually, my contractions went from every two minutes, to five minutes, to 10 minutes and finally every 15-20 minutes.  I was on the mag until Wednesday morning, when they took me off the IV because four contractions an hour was controllable with an oral medication.  Later that day, I was transferred to Antepartum, the division of the Birthing Center that houses the women with high-risk pregnancies and pre-term labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112362498688919073?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112362498688919073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112362498688919073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112362498688919073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112362498688919073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/labor-delivery.html' title='Labor &amp; Delivery'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112361563790598872</id><published>2005-08-09T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:27:17.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>By the eighth month, your baby is becoming her own little person. The baby weighs around 4 pounds (1800 g) and measuring about 16 inches long (40 cm). She is almost ready to make an appearance. The baby has red, wrinkled skin but would likely survive outside the uterus at this point in time. The baby will still continue to grow inside your uterus with every body part still maturing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112361563790598872?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112361563790598872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112361563790598872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112361563790598872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112361563790598872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/32-weeks.html' title='32 Weeks!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112346585294082253</id><published>2005-08-07T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:50:52.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Triage in the Birthing Center</title><content type='html'>As I was leaving the doctors’ office to head towards the hospital, I called J, my mom and sisters to give them an update of the situation.  I began each phone call with, “Don’t panic but…” It didn’t work.  My mom called my dad and basically informed him that I was about to give birth and J was terrified of the thought of what was to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up J before heading towards the hospital, because we had been carpooling for several weeks due to my exhaustion, and going directly to the hospital would leave him stranded at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Triage, my blood was taken and I was placed on the monitors.  They monitored each baby’s heartbeat and my contractions (which, at the time, I did not realize I was having).  Everything seemed fine, if not a little boring for both me and J, just sitting there, listening to the girls’ heartbeats.  After about a half an hour on the monitor, I began to feel really uncomfortable cramps in my uterus.  But, since I had no idea what a contraction actually felt like, I just assumed it was partly just the pregnancy and the uncomfortable way that I was laying, strapped to the machines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over an hour of monitoring, the nurse came in and looked at the results.  She informed us that the babies looked wonderful, and asked me if I had felt any contractions.  I told her that I just felt really crampy, and the cramps felt like menstrual cramps.  She then told us that I was contracting every two minutes and she had to get a doctor in to see me.  When she left, the knowledge that I was in labor finally sank in.  I was in labor!!!  I was so upset, I immediately thought, the girls aren’t ready!  If they survive, they will be in the hospital for weeks, and may suffer long-term repercussions of an early birth at 30 weeks!  J tried to calm me down but I know that he was terrified as well.  But all we could do was wait for the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the doctor came in to see me.  She was a resident and looked no more than 23 years old.  She reviewed the results of the monitoring, felt my abdomen and checked my cervix.  I was still dilated to 1 cm and was effaced 50%.  But the contractions were still coming.  She advised us that I would have to be admitted to labor and delivery and that they would administer medication to slow the contractions as well as an IV to keep me from becoming dehydrated.  The nurse gave me a hospital gown to change into and soon we were whisked away to Labor and Delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112346585294082253?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112346585294082253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112346585294082253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112346585294082253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112346585294082253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/at-triage-in-birthing-center.html' title='At Triage in the Birthing Center'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112317372706296934</id><published>2005-08-04T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:46:55.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 &amp; 31 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTY WEEKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your baby continues to grow taller and fill out as you near the end of your pregnancy. By now, he weighs approximately 3 pounds (1400 g) and measures about 17 inches (38 cm) in total length. Your baby is continuing to grow rapidly now. In preparation for the journey to the new world, the baby is making movements that represent breathing even though the breathing inside remains the amniotic fluid. Sometimes at this point the baby may get hiccups and you may feel that happen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIRTY-ONE WEEKS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only 31 weeks, your baby weighs in at about 3 pounds 5 ounces (1590 g), and measures over 18 inches (46 cm) tall. Thanks to the deposits of white fat underneath the skin, the baby's color is changing from red to pink. At this point, the baby's irises dilate and contract in response to light, and his fingernails may extend to the end of the hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organs are also in a growth period. Don't worry: Even if your lungs (and heart) make you feel breathless when you climb a flight of stairs or walk around the block, your womb mate is getting plenty of oxygen from your placenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112317372706296934?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112317372706296934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112317372706296934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112317372706296934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112317372706296934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/30-31-weeks.html' title='30 &amp; 31 Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112315508807167619</id><published>2005-08-04T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T07:31:28.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Monday, July 25, 2005, I woke up reluctantly and began what I hoped would be my last week of work.  For about three to four weeks before that, I had progressively become more and more uncomfortable and exhausted from my eight-hour days at the office.  I kept telling J and my family that at the next appointment, I would ask to be released from work.  At that time, my next appointment was scheduled for Wednesday, July 27, 2005.  But, I did have something to look forward to that morning:  we were scheduled for our latest ultrasound at the hospital at 8:00 a.m. that morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going to the bathroom that morning, I noticed a slight tinge of blood…I didn’t panic like last time, because I was 30 weeks that day and I knew from experience that there wasn’t enough to worry me, that it could be another broken blood vessel.  I mentioned it to J and he, being the ever vigilant and overprotective father and husband, demanded that I contact my doctors as soon as possible to report this finding.  I was tempted to brush it off, since I was feeling fine (well, fine for any other woman in her third trimester with twins during one of the hottest summers on record in Michigan) and already had my appointment scheduled for Wednesday.  But I conceded to ease his mind and on the way to the hospital I began trying to contact my doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultrasound was quick and uneventful.  The girls are too big to be able to clearly see on the screen at this point, and they were so active that they weren’t cooperating well for measurements.  Eventually the technician was able to get the correct shot and informed us that Maggie was 3 lbs. 7 oz. and Audrey was 3 lbs. 3 oz.  Right on track, according to the technician.  She told us that these were good weights and that we shouldn’t be concerned about the slight difference between the two girls.  Good weights!!  I was shocked!  The last ultrasound was on July 1, so that meant that Maggie had gained 1 lb. 1 oz. and Audrey gained 1 lb. 2 oz. in 24 days!!!  Unfortunately, we only got one shot of Audrey (which will be posted at a later date) because of the cramped spaces they are living in at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to work, I continued to try to reach my doctor’s office.  For some reason, the answering service kept picking up, even though it was well past the time that they opened.  I considered forgetting about it and just waiting for my Wednesday appointment, but I thought about how concerned J was and about J&amp;A’s experience and I continued dialing.  By 10:00 a.m. I had been to the bathroom several times and hadn’t noticed any more blood at all, but still tried calling to get a hold of someone at the office.  Finally, at around 10:30 a.m., I was able to reach the office, but then had to leave a voicemail for my nurse.  One of her assistants called me back a few minutes later, took down my symptoms and decided that I should be seen on Monday rather than Wednesday, just in case anything else was wrong.  I made my appointment for 1:40 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left the office, I told Sharon that I should be back in a couple of hours.  She told me that I should just go home, because what was the use of coming back to work for a couple of hours and then turning around and leaving again.  I was tempted to, but then I remembered that J and I were carpooling now and I couldn’t just go home, like I would have done before.  I told her I planned on seeing her at around 3:30 p.m. and to let Lynn know where I was.  She wished me luck and off I went, completely confident that I would be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appointment was pretty typical of all of the other appointments I’d been having every two weeks since 20 weeks.  I did mention to Dr. M that I would prefer to be taken off work this week, if possible.  She agreed that I should go off, if I was okay with it financially.  I told her that I have short-term disability and was unconcerned about that, but more concerned that I couldn’t really make it through an eight-hour day anymore.  So, she wrote up a note, dismissing me from work from that date until delivery.  Already, in my mind, I wasn’t planning on turning in the note until Tuesday morning, so I could get all of my projects reassigned, straighten up my office and conduct a little training for the women that would be filling my shoes while I was out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing Dr. M did before the end of the appointment was check my cervix.  I had quite a shock when she told me that I was 1 cm dilated.  I immediately became terrified!!  What does that mean?!?!  I had been reading my pregnancy books in weekly increments, never reading ahead to what to expect during labor and delivery.  I think it was denial or fear of what was about to happen to me that kept me from reading the most crucial chapters of the books….My eyes welled up as I began to imagine going into labor right then and there and the thought that my babies are way too small and underdeveloped to come out TODAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. M calmed me a bit by saying that it could be nothing and I could be dilated like this for weeks.  She asked if I was feeling any pain and discomfort and I thought back to the past few days.  I really hadn’t noticed anything significant except for my backache, beginning on Saturday night when J and I went to see ”The Wedding Crashers”.  Other than that, I chalked my aches and slight cramping up to growing pains and the simple fact that I’m 30 weeks pregnant with twins, I  am going to be a little uncomfortable now and then!!  Had I just read further in my books, I would have been able to detect some of the early signs of labor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dr. M instructed me to go directly to Triage and told me that I would likely be monitored for a few hours and would then be sent home for rest.  She indicated that she would notify my on-call doctor, Dr. P. and the hospital would be ready for me to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112315508807167619?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112315508807167619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112315508807167619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112315508807167619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112315508807167619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end...'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112206878118721206</id><published>2005-07-22T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:37:30.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!  It's a Diaper Dinner!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many thanks and hugs go out to the Ladies of R&amp;P for throwing Jim and me a surprise Diaper Dinner on July 20, 2005! Here are some &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/jmarc_23/slideshow?.dir=/9c77&amp;amp;.src=ph"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; of the event. My co-workers are the greatest! Always asking about me and the girls, offering wonderful advice and excited to hear my appointment/ultrasound updates! And they really did it this time, when we went to Olive Garden, expecting to meet up with old friends, but finding them waiting for us with boxes and boxes of diapers! We had a wonderful dinner and delicious cake for dessert! You guys are the best! I'll miss you (not the work!) while I'm away!!! xxxooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112206878118721206?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112206878118721206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112206878118721206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112206878118721206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112206878118721206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/surprise-its-diaper-dinner.html' title='Surprise!  It&apos;s a Diaper Dinner!!!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112206824607270691</id><published>2005-07-22T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:39:06.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/pregnancy/week-by-week/week30.asp"&gt;73 days until our due date!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Birthstone is &lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/birthstones"&gt;Opal&lt;/a&gt; (Hope) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/flowersbirthmonth/"&gt;Flower&lt;/a&gt; is Calendula or Cosmos (White, Yellow and Varied) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Astrological Sign is &lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/horoscope/Libra.asp"&gt;Libra&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be born in the Chinese Year of &lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/horoscope/chinesezodiac/Rooster.asp" target="_top"&gt;The Rooster&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll will start kindergarten in 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be old enough to drive a car in 2021&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll graduate High School with the Class of 2024&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The meaning of the names &lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/babynames/index.asp?name=Margaret"&gt;Margaret&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/babynames/index.asp?name=Audrey"&gt;Audrey &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.historychannel.com/cgi-bin/today_relocate_frames.cgi?month=10&amp;amp;day=03" target="history"&gt;See who else was born on our due date!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112206824607270691?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112206824607270691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112206824607270691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112206824607270691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112206824607270691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-facts.html' title='Fun Facts'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112188984676876540</id><published>2005-07-20T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:04:06.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28 &amp; 29 Weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 Weeks:  &lt;/strong&gt;Your baby's eye lashes are developing, as subcutaneous fat is deposited. If you have a baby boy, his testes will probably begin descending. Your baby is about 13.8 inches long  and weighs about 2 pounds 4 ounces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby born at this time has a good &lt;a href="http://pregnancy.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://preemie.info/cms/modules/news/index.php%3Fstorytopic=7"&gt;chance of survival&lt;/a&gt; with the help of medical technology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Twin tip:  Many practitioners ask that you stop working and get at least 6 hours of rest a day, even if you don't have a high stress or physically demanding job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 Weeks:  &lt;/strong&gt;Your baby is busy getting ready for the birthday! The baby is beginning to regulate his own temperature and the bone marrow is completely in charge of production of the red blood cells. The baby is even urinating about a half liter of urine into the amniotic fluid everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movements that you feel will probably begin to change at this point. You once were the home of wild gymnastic parties, now as the space becomes cramped you will notice smaller movements, such as elbows and knees. Try monitoring the baby yourself, using &lt;a href="http://pregnancy.about.com/library/weekly/aa061697.htm"&gt;fetal kick counts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby weighs in at about two pounds nine ounces (1.16 kilograms)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Twin tip:  If you're finding yourself out of breath or having trouble breathing while you sleep, try propping yourself up on some pillows to help alleviate one other sleep stealer. Also mention this problem to your practitioner to ensure it's not another problem unrelated to pregnancy like allergies or asthma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112188984676876540?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112188984676876540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112188984676876540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112188984676876540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112188984676876540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/28-29-weeks.html' title='28 &amp; 29 Weeks...'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112174229442542390</id><published>2005-07-18T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:06:16.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baby Shower - July 16, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/1600/DSC003621.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/jmarc_23/slideshow?.dir=/f30a&amp;.src=ph"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; of our baby shower, held on July 16, 2005 at Sajo's of Clinton. It was a great day for a shower, since it was raining cats and dogs all morning long! But it turned out wonderfully, thanks our family: Mom &amp;amp; Dad M., Mom &amp;amp; Dad S., Tracy, Arisa, Amanda and Kimberly! Even Jack helped out that day! Thanks to all of you, it was a success! We love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112174229442542390?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112174229442542390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112174229442542390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112174229442542390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112174229442542390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/baby-shower-july-16-2005.html' title='The Baby Shower - July 16, 2005'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112173689177857640</id><published>2005-07-18T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:40:01.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Springer nursery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crib &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112173689177857640?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112173689177857640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112173689177857640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173689177857640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173689177857640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/welcome-to-springer-nursery.html' title='Welcome to the Springer nursery!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112173670617175825</id><published>2005-07-18T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:31:46.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC003601.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC003601.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112173670617175825?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112173670617175825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112173670617175825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173670617175825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173670617175825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/closet.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112173665591448586</id><published>2005-07-18T21:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:30:55.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00359.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00359.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the little girls...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112173665591448586?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112173665591448586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112173665591448586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173665591448586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173665591448586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/waiting-for-little-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112173664026185341</id><published>2005-07-18T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:30:40.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00358.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00358.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile &amp; Stuffies&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112173664026185341?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112173664026185341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112173664026185341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173664026185341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173664026185341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/mobile.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112173658891099447</id><published>2005-07-18T21:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:29:48.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00357.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00357.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crib.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112173658891099447?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112173658891099447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112173658891099447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173658891099447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173658891099447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/crib.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112173656564834001</id><published>2005-07-18T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:29:25.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00356.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00356.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Box &amp; Bath Essentials&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112173656564834001?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112173656564834001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112173656564834001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173656564834001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173656564834001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/toy-box.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112173650346482050</id><published>2005-07-18T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:28:23.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00355.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00355.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changing table.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112173650346482050?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112173650346482050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112173650346482050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173650346482050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173650346482050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/changing-table.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112173647891832977</id><published>2005-07-18T21:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:27:58.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00354.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00354.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the second crib will go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112173647891832977?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112173647891832977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112173647891832977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173647891832977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173647891832977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-second-crib-will-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112173644795469087</id><published>2005-07-18T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:27:27.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC003531.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC003531.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nursery&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112173644795469087?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112173644795469087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112173644795469087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173644795469087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112173644795469087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/nursery.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112171448472867972</id><published>2005-07-18T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:22:13.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The results are in....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/1600/icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/400/icecream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed! I passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was given strict orders by my nurse to have an ice cream cone A.S.A.P.!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo! I was seriously worried folks, as I am an admitted carb addict. I was getting nervous and having nightmares about medical professionals swiping a steaming plate of pasta right from under my nose! I even had a sort of going away party for myself this weekend, going into carb overdrive in anticipation that I'd be reduced to a low carb, protein rich diet for the next 6-8 weeks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can breathe a sigh of relief. I don't have to start dieting until &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the girls arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112171448472867972?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112171448472867972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112171448472867972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112171448472867972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112171448472867972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/results-are-in.html' title='The results are in....'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112084063857906648</id><published>2005-07-08T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:05:34.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let her eat cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't have many cravings in the past 27 weeks. I loved my Doritos in the beginning, and then there were the pizza rolls. I needed mangos for a bit and couldn't get enough of Thai food (still can't, I don't think it's the pregnancy, I just think it's me). The queso incident and the Krispy Kreme mentioned in a book that sent me reeling one midnight are moments I'll not soon forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Food. I love it. If you know me, you know I'm not a dieter. Yes, I do get the guilt that every women wrongfully feels when she puts fork to mouth. But, I can never be one of those women that have willpower to attain the perfect body through fasting or low-carbs or only watermelon, or whatever the plan may be. I just think life is too short and I like myself too much to deprive myself of something so good. So, pregnancy has been very good to me in the food department. I haven't taken advantage of it like I thought I would, but there have been a few insane moments where all I could think about was food, food, FOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been craving cake ever since Sunday. I wanted it so bad. I made J. search through the pantry for cake mix. I whined and begged and I even managed to make a few tears sprout in my eyes. I had hoped that the dramatics would convince him that he needed to run to Kroger at that very moment (probably 10:48 p.m. on Tuesday night) to pick up one of those ready-made ones and get back here with the goods and a large fork immediately. No such luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, on the way home last night, I made him pull over and let me have what I had been covetting for five days!! It was a beautiful cake and I couldn't wait to finish dinner and have my slice. My eyes were like saucers and my mouth watered as if I'd been starved for weeks. I rushed through my dinner and wished the minutes away for that to settle (as you get bigger with beans, your stomach has less room to expand, therefore you get fuller quicker - not good for a woman on a mission!). Finally, I had my slice! It looked like the best cake I'd ever had. I couldn't wait to eat it and was already thinking of asking for a second slice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But...like everything in life, my desire for the cake and the anticipation of getting it far outweighed the experience of eating it. It was a letdown. It was good cake, don't get me wrong. It wasn't the best I ever had, but definitely not the worst. But. It just didn't scratch that itch. It didn't hit the spot, like I thought it would. What a disappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I have another five slices left to finish off (J, as per &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; norm, cut the slices to their exact serving slice, so that he could have one on his "Cheat Day" and know exactly what he was eating). I'm not in a rush, I won't be shedding any tears. Well, not for cake at least. I've got about 10 weeks to go and I'm sure between now and then I'll have another food breakdown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112084063857906648?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112084063857906648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112084063857906648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112084063857906648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112084063857906648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/let-her-eat-cake.html' title='Let her eat cake!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112059232489682203</id><published>2005-07-05T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:38:44.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your frisky baby is on another growth spurt, shooting up half an inch this week to measure about 15 inches from head to toe. She weighs roughly 2 1/2 pounds, and will gain approximately half a pound each week for the next 10 weeks. The average full-term baby weighs about 7 1/2 pounds and measures from 18 to 20 1/2 inches, but many normal, healthy babies fall outside this range. Unless your practitioner has told you of a potential problem, it's safe to assume that your little one is right on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone puts his or her ear up to your belly, over the fetal back, your baby's heartbeat will probably be distinguishable! Your baby will probably be very active between weeks 24 and 28. You may notice in the weeks to come that your baby will begin to have regular, predictable patterns of movement and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the outside, her skin looks wrinkled from floating in water. So don't be surprised if your newborn has a crinkled, prune-like appearance for a few weeks after birth as she fills out into a baby. The lungs and immune system are still continuing to mature during this period of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, the membrane that has covered your baby's eyes will split apart to create the eyelids. Now a new visual discovery begins for baby. At this point the baby's eyes are probably blue. They will only take their true color some time after birth. The eyelashes and eyebrows are now in place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112059232489682203?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112059232489682203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112059232489682203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112059232489682203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112059232489682203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/27-weeks.html' title='27 Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112027687416222905</id><published>2005-07-02T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:01:14.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00329.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00329.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey's profile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112027687416222905?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112027687416222905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112027687416222905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027687416222905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027687416222905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/audreys-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112027685848159335</id><published>2005-07-02T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:00:58.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00327.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00327.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey rubbing her face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112027685848159335?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112027685848159335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112027685848159335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027685848159335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027685848159335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/audrey-rubbing-her-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112027684555733656</id><published>2005-07-02T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:00:45.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00326.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00326.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey facing us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112027684555733656?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112027684555733656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112027684555733656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027684555733656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027684555733656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/audrey-facing-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112027683366919912</id><published>2005-07-02T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:00:33.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00325.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00325.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie's profile and Audrey's foot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112027683366919912?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112027683366919912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112027683366919912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027683366919912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027683366919912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/maggies-profile-and-audreys-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112027681830531988</id><published>2005-07-02T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:00:18.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00323.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00323.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie looking at us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112027681830531988?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112027681830531988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112027681830531988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027681830531988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027681830531988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/maggie-looking-at-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112027674971209808</id><published>2005-07-01T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:59:09.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00322.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00322.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1, 2005 Ultrasound&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112027674971209808?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112027674971209808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112027674971209808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027674971209808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112027674971209808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-1-2005-ultrasound.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112026795237590653</id><published>2005-07-01T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:32:32.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the nursery together - June 27, 2005.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112026795237590653?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112026795237590653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112026795237590653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112026795237590653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112026795237590653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/putting-nursery-together-june-27-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112023009281657011</id><published>2005-07-01T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T11:04:21.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Week  Ultrasound Update!</title><content type='html'>This morning’s ultrasound went wonderfully.  Our ultrasound tech was the best we’ve had.  He was very thorough and descriptive and took his time with each girl.  Both have posterior placentas, Baby A’s [Maggie] is lower than Baby B’s [Audrey].  Maggie is weighing in at 2 lbs. 6 oz. and Audrey is weighing in at 2 lbs. 1 oz.  They were both 1 lb. 4 oz. on June 9th.  So they are growing little beans!!!  We saw both girls waving and Maggie opening and closing her mouth.  Audrey seemed to be kicking Maggie in the head at one point!  Maggie is in the head down position, as she always has been.  Audrey is transverse.  She was so active this time that he was having a difficult time getting good measurements of her!  I’ll post the new picture this weekend.  They are just adorable!  J. was on Cloud Nine after this ultrasound.  He’s so excited for them to get here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. [RE: Monday's OB appointment].  On Monday, I was exactly 26 weeks and had to do my second 1-hour glucose test.  Yesterday, I got the call from my OB and was informed that I failed my 1-hour test and now I have to do the 3-hour test on July 11th.  They had warned me before that my chances of gestational diabetes may be higher because my mom has diabetes and I’m carrying twins, but I was hoping that wouldn’t be the case.  We’ll see.  Cross your fingers for me for July 11th!  Also, my nurse informed me that I have an iron deficiency now and will have to begin taking iron pills along with my prenatal vitamins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next appointment is July 11th, after the 3-hour glucose test.  I’m trying to schedule my next ultrasound for the end of the month.  30 weeks!  Wow!  I’ll be beginning my weekly appointments and weekly NSTs soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112023009281657011?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112023009281657011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112023009281657011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112023009281657011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112023009281657011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/26-week-ultrasound-update.html' title='26 Week  Ultrasound Update!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112018602052048484</id><published>2005-06-30T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:49:36.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Stacy...</title><content type='html'>Since she's offering to go on my diet, should my 3 hour glucose test come back just as bad as the one this past Monday (and I hear she's offering to poke her finger five times a day too! What a trooper!), I'll honor her request and post the sites for the registries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/registry.html/102-5695928-3607306?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;id=2EHB32OBDCU3L"&gt;Babies R Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/registry/registry.html/ref=cm_lc_sr_1/602-9143145-9758266?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;type=babyreg&amp;amp;id=1SKVTSNXJC0M6"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aboyandhistiger.com/"&gt;Ann Taylor Loft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. S: are you also going to join me in my Iron supplements &amp;amp; Prune Juice??? Puh-leeze?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112018602052048484?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112018602052048484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112018602052048484' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112018602052048484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112018602052048484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-stacy.html' title='For Stacy...'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-112007223711146506</id><published>2005-06-29T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T15:10:37.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Six Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/1600/pregweek26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/320/pregweek26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby weighs approximately 1.5 - 2.0 pounds (850 g) and measures 9.2 inches (23 cm) from crown to rump. At this point, the baby's lungs and brain are much more developed than before. The baby has eyelashes and is able to recognize light from dark that reveals the optic nerve has developed. Your baby can hear you and your bodily functions - heartbeat and digestion, among others - as well as outside noises. So if a sudden sound startles you, imagine what it does to your baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating a new life is nothing short of a miracle. With this &lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercydesmoines.org/ADAM/PregCenter/9monthmiracle/tools/fetaltool.asp" target="_blank"&gt;fetal development tool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you can get an insider's view of a baby in the making -- from conception to term. On this quick-time animation, you will be able to watch the entire development, specify portions of the pregnancy (i.e., weeks 15-25), or freeze the frame on a specific week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-112007223711146506?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112007223711146506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=112007223711146506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112007223711146506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/112007223711146506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/twenty-six-weeks.html' title='Twenty Six Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111991726128871277</id><published>2005-06-27T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:07:44.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Size Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/1600/momflowersweeble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/200/momflowersweeble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I feel like a weeble wobble. I. AM. HUGE. I'm growing out of my maternity clothes. My size larges are now getting a little snug. I must...*gasp* buy XL on my next shopping trip!! I haven't seen anything below my belly button for weeks. My toes touch each other from being so swollen and I contemplate just leaving whatever I've dropped on the floor until someone comes by to pick it up for me. I. AM. HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, according to my doctor, I lost 5 lbs. over the course of two weeks. She questioned my eating habits!!! My husband and the rest of our family can attest...I have NO problem eating at all. Though...because the girls are growing and pushing my insides out of the way, it's becoming increasingly more difficult to eat. My stomach doesn't have the room to expand that it used to. And if, on any particular meal, my eyes are bigger than my stomach and I decide to overindulge, I feel miserable for the next two hours and try to ease the pain by overdosing on Tums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other appointment news, the babies' hearts were beating away and everything looks good so far. Dr. W. was concerned about my extreme drowsiness. J and I now carpool to work after I mentioned to him that I've been falling asleep at the wheel and one day actuallly had to pull into a Meijer for five minutes to snap out of it. She warned me to expect to be taken off work in the next two to four weeks, which terrifies me. I can't even think about it. I will be miserable! I don't know what I'll do on house arrest!! Expect more posts, I guess. I'll be bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111991726128871277?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111991726128871277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111991726128871277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111991726128871277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111991726128871277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/super-size-me.html' title='Super Size Me!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111988161427271817</id><published>2005-06-27T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T15:02:34.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind of Town....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/1600/chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/1019/400/chicago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend! If you know me, you know I love Chicago! We go every year and I can never get enough of it. I didn't think we'd be going this year because of the girls but at the last minute last week, we decided to make the trip with my parents and my nephew Jack. My dad had a free suite at the Renaissance, so we packed our bags and left Saturday morning. We spent the day at &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/special_sections/taste/"&gt;Taste of Chicago&lt;/a&gt; where we saw Leann Rhimes in concert and ate a ton of food from restaurants all over the city. My dad had ordered a wheelchair for us to use for the day and J. wheeled me around all day, through the millions of people at the festival. Later, we walked down Michigan Avenue to do a little shopping. The beans were quiet all day long...I don't know if it was the bumpiness of the L, the wheelchair ride up and down the streets of Chicago, or the heat, but they weren't having any of it! On Sunday, we took Jack to the &lt;a href="http://www.navypier.com/"&gt;The Navy Pier&lt;/a&gt;, where we walked along the water, rode the Ferris Wheel and went to the Children's Museum. I can't wait to bring the girls back next year!!! We've promised Jack that we'd take him back to see the Shedd Aquarium and Field Museum, and I definitely need to hit Giordano's, Ghiridelli's, The Cheesecake Factories and H&amp;amp;M, which I missed this trip. I know the girls will love it as much as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111988161427271817?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111988161427271817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111988161427271817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111988161427271817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111988161427271817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-kind-of-town.html' title='My Kind of Town....'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111930868797121432</id><published>2005-06-20T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:39:38.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Five Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The babies are becoming more and more aware of their surroundings this week. By this week, a baby is responsive to both light and touch. Additionally, her lungs go through an important developmental process this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Light: The baby is responsive to light now, which seems to indicate that the optic nerve is working. If you shine a bright light on your belly, the baby will move away from it. This may become an effective way of getting the baby repositioned when she's sitting in an uncomfortable place. So, it appears that the baby is responding well to stimuli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Touch: The baby responds to outside touch now. It is recommended that this time is used as a way of bonding, by trying to tickle the baby's foot or roll back and forth to see how the baby responds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lungs: This week, the lungs begin to secrete surfactant, a fatty substance that covers the inner lining of the air sacs and allows the lungs to expand normally so breathing can occur. Although it will be approximately 10 more weeks before the lungs are fully operational, the production of surfactant is an essential step in making the fetus viable outside the womb."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you were to go into labor now, your baby would have a strong chance of surviving. Some of the greatest advances in medicine over the past years has been the care of premature babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your baby at this stage weights only 2 pounds and is still extremely small, and although the chances of him/her surviving should he be born now, he/she would probabaly spend serveral months in hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111930868797121432?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111930868797121432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111930868797121432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111930868797121432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111930868797121432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/twenty-five-weeks.html' title='Twenty Five Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111877346614373812</id><published>2005-06-14T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:24:26.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes....another appointment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear, I don't know what I'm going to do when I have to start the non-stress test appointments every week in 6 weeks!  I think I'll just do bi-weekly updates because this is getting ridiculous!  Thank God for insurance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is going smoothly so far.  Cervix is long &amp; closed, babies are both at 150 BPM and are growing well and have a good level of fluid.  Audrey was moving around a bit, but when Dr. P put the dopplar on Maggie she laughed out loud.  Maggie was rambunctious and causing a lot of commotion in there.  Poor Audrey!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was given a prescription for Abuterol (Yessss!) to help with my shortness of breath/asthma and instructed to sleep in a semi-upright position or in a Lazy-Boy.  Gee, that should be very comfortable.  And in the same breath she told me to continue getting a full night's sleep (hah!) and try to nap or lay down as often as possible (hah! hah!).  She also suggested reducing my work hours, which I'm definitely not ready for yet.  Yes, I'm feeling them a lot more and I'm getting more and more tired and uncomfortable, but I was planning on going at least to 35 weeks.  J thinks I'm living in a dream world, but a girl can hope, right?  The truth is, I'm terrified of being at home all day with Avery.  She's a little hellion and I think I rest more at work than I would at home with her running around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yes, I've gained another 3 lbs.  TWENTY POUNDS!  The total number itself doesn't phase me anymore, because I know I can't do anything about it.  So I just go by pounds gained from Day 1 to Day ?.  And so far, my doctors are happy with the 20 lbs. and the girls are doing well.  But driving back to work and contemplating stopping by McDonald's for a sausage biscuit, I thought...I'm going to gain at least 10 more in the next 10 weeks!  If not 20!  (The famous Dr. Luke suggests 1.5 lbs. per week!).  AND THEN I've got to lose it starting in October/November!!!!!!  Needless to say, I didn't stop by Ronald's house.  Sigh.  At least everyone is being kind and saying, "It's all baby!" since I don't seem to be growing anywhere else.  It only looks like I swallowed a watermelon! And...my clothes are starting to not fit anymore!!!  Specifically, my work slacks.  Aaarrrggghhhh!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111877346614373812?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111877346614373812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111877346614373812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111877346614373812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111877346614373812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/yesanother-appointment.html' title='Yes....another appointment....'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111869039782117714</id><published>2005-06-13T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:21:35.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gray skies are going to clear up, put on a happy face!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I repeat, my dear, my love, my sweetie pie: &lt;em&gt;"Who can be grumpy with a wiggly belly? 'Not I,' said the fly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at your beans and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I have a feeling...so do the girls.  Even if they won't high-five you anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111869039782117714?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111869039782117714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111869039782117714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111869039782117714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111869039782117714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/gray-skies-are-going-to-clear-up-put.html' title='&quot;Gray skies are going to clear up, put on a happy face!&quot;'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111868342694552838</id><published>2005-06-13T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T13:23:46.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your baby weighs in at one pound, six ounces, and measures 21 centimeters crown to rump. Rapid eye movement has begun.  She can hear everything now, and also has a sense of equilibrium. She can tell the difference of what would feel upside down as opposed to right side up, even in such a small amount of space to move around! Now that she's almost completely formed, your baby will build up body fat to help her retain heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111868342694552838?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111868342694552838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111868342694552838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111868342694552838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111868342694552838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/24-weeks.html' title='24 Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111850032416431790</id><published>2005-06-11T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T10:38:04.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Soccer Player??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9, 2005.  Maggie tried to kick at the ultrasound tech at the beginning of the examination, and we were rewarded with a  great shot of her foot.  Obviously she doesn't take after her mother in the foot department!  Look at that thing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls must have been riled up after the exam, because on the way back to work, I was treated to a flurry of kicks and punches from the two of them.   There are a few things that are sure to get them kicking like mad...on the rare occasion that I have to use one of the antique typewriters in my office, when we go to the movie theater, or if I've gone a little too long without eating.  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111850032416431790?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111850032416431790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111850032416431790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111850032416431790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111850032416431790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/future-soccer-player.html' title='Future Soccer Player??'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111849998535942722</id><published>2005-06-11T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T10:31:24.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 9, 2005 ~ 23 Weeks 3 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie ...Can you see her?  I know these ultrasound photos can be difficult to make out sometimes.  When I'm describing them to people, I sometimes get confused myself.  This is Maggie laying on her back.  You see her chest and abdomen to the left of the  photo, and her chin, lips, nose, eyes and head toward the middle of the photo and what appears to be her placenta to the right.  She's rubbing her eyes right now.  Maggie was, as usual, rambunctious and wiggly during her photo shoot.  She is currently head down.  She weighs the same as her sister, 1 lb. 4 oz.  I've verified the culprit.  She's the one who's been kicking me so furiously.    &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111849998535942722?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111849998535942722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111849998535942722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111849998535942722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111849998535942722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/june-9-2005-23-weeks-3-days_11.html' title='June 9, 2005 ~ 23 Weeks 3 days'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111849961089009584</id><published>2005-06-11T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T10:23:35.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 9, 2005 ~ 23 Weeks, 3 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey was non-cooperative as usual.  She weighed in at 1 lb. 4 oz. and is currently in breech position.  She had her head tucked and facing down, so we weren't able to get a good shot of her face.  Everything looked fine though and she's growing like a weed!  Hopefuly next time she won't be camera shy! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111849961089009584?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111849961089009584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111849961089009584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111849961089009584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111849961089009584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/june-9-2005-23-weeks-3-days.html' title='June 9, 2005 ~ 23 Weeks, 3 days'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111808427610464404</id><published>2005-06-06T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:57:56.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Three Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Your baby is now about 8 inches (20 cm) crown to rump and hovering around the one-pound (500 grams) mark. Her body is well proportioned, but it still slender, with little fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also sporting new developments from head to toe.  Meconium, the baby's first bowel movement, is forming in her intestines.  The lanugo that covers her body is darkening.  Your baby's lungs have begun to develop surfactant, a substance that will help the lungs to expand following birth.  The nerve cells are all in place now.  Soon they will begin to join together to form a full nervous system. The dental buds are in place now and the enamel that will create the milk teeth starts to construct itself.  Tiny lines begin to appear on the fingers and palms.  These will become the future fingerprints. And her fingernails are now completely formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're probably feeling a lot of movement and may even notice some early, relatively painless contractions, called Braxton Hicks. Don't worry -- these contractions don't mean you're going into labor, and your baby is unaffected by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111808427610464404?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111808427610464404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111808427610464404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111808427610464404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111808427610464404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/twenty-three-weeks.html' title='Twenty Three Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111781579775004295</id><published>2005-06-03T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:23:17.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another appointment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PSA:  Beginning with this one, I'll start to go every two weeks, so you may start to get a little more than bored at my progress reports.  But, this is mainly for documentation purposes, since I find myself too busy or exhausted to pick up a pen, so feel free to skip them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that that is out of the way...I was late again to my appointment.  And to think, I'm the only one in my family who is close to being on time!  I arrived to discover that as of August 1, Dr. P will no longer be practicing obstetrics, just gynecology.  I'm a little upset by this, since she is my primary doctor.  But, during this pregnancy, I've been able to meet with all of the doctors and have no complaints about any of them.  In order to maintain their on-call practice, they will be working with three OBs from Farmington Hills...and one is a MAN!!!  YIKES! A young man!  I'm sure he's seen it all but I am crossing everything that he won't deliver the beans.  My first choice would be Dr. W.  She's wonderful and just had a baby, so she &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On to our progress...I've gained 17, yes SEVENTEEN POUNDS (eat &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; CVS cashier!), since the beginning of the pregnancy.  Dr. W. was beginning to worry that I wasn't gaining as much weight as I should (Dr. Barbara Luke suggests at least 24 lbs. by Week 24!) and asked if I have been eating enough.  I had to giggle at that one...I feel like a vacuum cleaner or garbage disposal!  Put a plate of anything in front of me and it'll be gone before you know it!  The beans had good heartrates, at 150 bpm and 140 bpm and everything else looks great!  She said I've developed carpal tunnel in both, not just my right hand, and that I have to reduce my salt intake (No!!) and elevate my feet &amp; legs every evening.  Poor J. - he's been so good about everything...he goes to work and then comes home and takes care of me, the condo and the dog.  And always with a good attitude and no complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Starting at my next appointment, they will be monitoring me for pre-term labor.  I'll be going for check-ups every two weeks beginning June 14th and for non-stress tests at the hospital every week, beginning August 8th.  They will also be monitoring the babies' growth with ultrasounds every 3-4 weeks, beginning June 8th.   Finally, my next glucose test is on June 28th to double-check for gestational diabetes.  I'm very impressed with how thorough these doctors are with regard to this multiple pregnancy.  After watching what Angie and James went through, I have been terrified that something will be missed.  But with this sort of treatment, I think all of us are in good, capable hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111781579775004295?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111781579775004295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111781579775004295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111781579775004295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111781579775004295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-appointment.html' title='Another appointment...'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111740881760259773</id><published>2005-05-29T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:21:36.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-Two Weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/baby%20toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/baby%20toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your baby now weighs nearly one pound! He or she measures 19 centimeters from crown to rump. Your baby now has eyelids and eyebrows and has developed fat, which helps to keeps it warm. In boys, the testes descend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the follicles from which your baby's hair will grow are in place. Some babies are born with long, thick hair, others with almost none, but it will all fall out during the first months of life. Fingernails grow longer this month, and toenails are just starting to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of nerve cells in your baby's brain increases rapidly this month, especially in the front of the brain, where thinking takes place. Your baby's system begins to produce the white cells that will enable it to fight illnesses and infections. The baby's senses, too, are beginning to awaken, and it may be able to hear sounds, such as the flow of blood, the beating of your heart, and the rumblings of your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside your baby's intestines, the first stool, called meconium, is forming. If your baby is a girl, eggs are starting to develop in her ovaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, believe it or not, those teeny, tiny ears can now hear sounds from outside. She reacts to external stimuli like your caresses and voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111740881760259773?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111740881760259773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111740881760259773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111740881760259773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111740881760259773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/twenty-two-weeks.html' title='Twenty-Two Weeks...'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111706331540202133</id><published>2005-05-25T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:25:21.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/bedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/bedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Actually, this isn’t the nursery, just a photo of the bedding that we decided on. I still wonder if there is something better out there for the girls, but this is quite adorable. Not too girly and pastel, but with some character and wonderful colors. I want to get started on the nursery soon before I get too uncomfortable to do anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed with a wonderful, generous family who are helping to create our dream nursery, including our cherry wood cribs (from Grandma &amp; Grandpa S. and Aunt Amanda &amp;amp; Victor) and our changing table (from Aunt Tracy). I can’t wait to see how it’s all going to come together. Even though this is only their temporary nursery, I’m so excited!! I’ll post photos as it develops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111706331540202133?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111706331540202133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111706331540202133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111706331540202133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111706331540202133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/nursery_25.html' title='The Nursery'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111685901578925831</id><published>2005-05-23T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:36:55.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Weeks Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Weighing in at 13 to 14 ounces, and measuring 17.5 centimeters crown-to-rump, your baby is now busy putting fat onto those bones. Most likely, you have felt your baby's in-utero gymnastics. With lots of amniotic fluid providing room to move, your baby will be very active. Babies have sleep and wake cycles and you may find that these get more predictable as the months progress. Babies are typically active in the late evening, just when Mom is trying to get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby’s digestive system is developing and by now can absorb some nutrients such as sugars, which are found in the amniotic fluid inside the womb. However, your baby continues to get almost all food from mom, through the placenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vernix (soft downy hairs) completely cover the body now.  This will protect it during the last 3 months in the amniotic fluid (the urine content of which will increase).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vernix will dissolve itself before birth, but enough will remain to assist in the lubrication needed to facilitate childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of this trimester the baby will begin to settle, usually in a head down position (Although some babies do not turn head down until late in the last trimester.). About 3-4% of babies will remain in a  breech position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111685901578925831?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111685901578925831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111685901578925831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111685901578925831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111685901578925831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/21-weeks-today.html' title='21 Weeks Today!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111661486688728912</id><published>2005-05-20T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:47:46.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm preggers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;The following list is subject to editing and by no means the sum and substance of my experience as a pregnant woman.  Just some of the quirky little perks (or pitfalls) of being pregnant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What I love about being pregnant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     My girls.&lt;br /&gt;2.     My girls twirling and kicking inside me.&lt;br /&gt;3.     J kissing my belly every night, twice.  One for each of them.&lt;br /&gt;4.     My family’s joy at the thought of these two.&lt;br /&gt;5.     Eating whatever I want, whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;6.     Daydreaming about what the beans will become.&lt;br /&gt;7.     Guiltless naps.&lt;br /&gt;8.     Being spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;9.     My nails!&lt;br /&gt;10.   Reading and singing to the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate about being pregnant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Stretch marks.&lt;br /&gt;2.     Cankles.&lt;br /&gt;3.     Swollen fingers and feet.&lt;br /&gt;4.     Having to go to the bathroom three times a night.&lt;br /&gt;5.     Breathlessness.&lt;br /&gt;6.     Not being able to do all the things I used to do.&lt;br /&gt;7.     Lack of energy.&lt;br /&gt;8.     Not being able to reach my toes.&lt;br /&gt;9.     Carpal tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;10.  Bleeding gums.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111661486688728912?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111661486688728912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111661486688728912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111661486688728912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111661486688728912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-preggers.html' title='I&apos;m preggers...'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111652867917540801</id><published>2005-05-19T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:01:46.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The more the merrier!!</title><content type='html'>Hooray! We just discovered that our family friends, M&amp;K, are expecting twins too! We couldn't be happier for them! We've been able to study the anatomy of a twin family through J&amp;amp;A and have learned so much through them, so I hope that we can impart some words of wisdom on to M&amp;amp;K as they make their journey through this wonderful stage of their lives! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111652867917540801?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111652867917540801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111652867917540801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111652867917540801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111652867917540801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-merrier.html' title='The more the merrier!!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111634965529432935</id><published>2005-05-17T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:07:35.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Stupid Questions People Ask About Multiples</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came across this article and had to laugh out loud...and share with you.  I've already had the pleasure of being asked more than a couple of these questions and I just grit my teeth and try to come up with some sort of response.  I guess it goes along with the weight questions/statements and the belly rubbing that complete strangers feel they are entitled to...  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twins and other multiples are naturally the subject of public curiosity. Families with multiples quickly become accustomed to being targeted with questions, and constantly having to answer the inquires of strangers on the street. My twin daughters and I compiled this list of silly, rude, annoying or otherwise aggravating questions that people most commonly ask us about twins and multiples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Are they twins?&lt;/strong&gt;  We've all heard it. It's the most common way for strangers to start up a conversation about your kids. Although it's harmless, this ubiquitous question can be annoying. Perhaps because the answer seems self-evident, or maybe because you know that answering it will induce the interrogator to ask another stupid question (like the ones below!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiples.about.com/library/weekly/aa060101a.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are they identical or fraternal/paternal/maternal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason, people want to classify twins into two categories: identical and not-identical. Most people know that there are two types of twins, but they really have no idea what that actually means. This question exasperates me because I feel compelled to enlighten the asker, yet at the same time I want to minimize the distinction between twin types. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Which one is older?&lt;/strong&gt;Why do people feel compelled to know this? Birth order typecasting is not relevant to multiples. You're talking about a matter of minutes between births, not enough time for anything meaningful to impact their personalities. This really makes me crazy now that my twins are older and people pose the question to them directly. Their answer? "We don't know." (They really don't; we haven't told them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiples.about.com/library/weekly/aa081001a.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which one is the good one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one would ever ask a mother of singletons to label her children in this way! No child is all good or all bad. Certainly, there will be times when one kid acts like an "angel" in response to her twin's misbehavior, but ... wait five minutes and they'll switch roles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiples.about.com/library/weekly/aa092701a.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do twins run in your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is another seemingly innocuous question that parents of twins hate to answer. It's just too difficult to explain what causes multiple birth and why it may or may not be hereditary. Usually when strangers pose this question, they care less about the actual answer than about sharing their own family history of twins. [More: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiples.about.com/library/weekly/aa092701a.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Are The Odds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiples.about.com/cs/names/a/namingtwins.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How come their names don't match?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When we chose names for our twin daughters, we purposely selected ones that didn't sound too "twinny." Yet, the general public always seems disappointed that their names don't rhyme, start with the same letter, or otherwise "go together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;How do you tell them apart?&lt;/strong&gt;If your twins are identical -- and even if they're not! -- this is a very common question generated sometimes by politeness, and other times out of curiosity. Some people genuinely want a physical signal to help them identify and distinguish between children with similar appearance. But many others simply want to pick apart the physical characterists of supposedly duplicate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;Did you have them "naturally?"&lt;/strong&gt;This is an extremely personal question, and one which strangers have no business asking. There are two interpretations of this inquiry, referring to either how the multiples were conceived (ie with fertility enhancements) or how they were delivered (vaginally vs. c-section). In either case, its nobody's business, and its simply not polite to ask unless you are already on familiar terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiples.about.com/cs/twinsinschool/a/aaspeechdelay.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do they have their own language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like any individuals that share an extremely close relationship, twins can sometimes develop a pattern of communication unique to them. The reason that this ranks as a stupid question is that people often ask it of parents of infants -- who haven't yet developed any language, much less one of their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiples.about.com/library/weekly/aa011702a.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever dress them alike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dressing alike is a sensitive issue for multiples. Some like it, some don't. Some parents elect to do it, some don't. But for some reason, some non-twin people seem to think that twins aren't twins if they're not dressed in cloned clothing. Just like the saying goes, "Clothes don't make the man." Well, they don't make the twins, either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111634965529432935?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111634965529432935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111634965529432935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111634965529432935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111634965529432935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/top-10-stupid-questions-people-ask.html' title='Top 10 Stupid Questions People Ask About Multiples'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111625899285033850</id><published>2005-05-16T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:56:32.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Weeks/5 Months!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;Your baby is growing quickly; by now it is about half the length it will be at birth (but only about 12% of the weight).  The weight is now up to 10 ounces (283 grams) and the baby measures about 25 cm. total length, about 9.8 inches. The legs are in good proportion to the rest of the body from this point onwards.  A white, waxy-looking substance called vernix now protects your baby's skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's muscles are getting stronger every day.   You have definitely begun to feel movement by now.  Its movements become even more complex and acrobatic.  You may be aware of sleep wake cycles in your little one. She may sit upright with straightened back in a yoga-like position or she could be lounging back with her arms folded under her head.  She may pedal her legs, make crawling movements, roll over or turn somersaults.  These games will be the basis for your daily rhythm from now on, especially when you go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111625899285033850?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111625899285033850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111625899285033850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111625899285033850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111625899285033850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/20-weeks5-months.html' title='20 Weeks/5 Months!!!!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111608901479244640</id><published>2005-05-14T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T14:23:06.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Max and Avery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max was our first baby. We moved into our new condo about 2 1/2 months after we were married and the next day we went up to Birch Run to meet the breeder. We came home with our Max and now I can't imagine my life without him. He's my little shadow, a mamma's boy, who is maybe a little too coddled and a little too in love, but I'm his and he makes sure I know it. When we found Avery two years later and brought her home, Max was devastated. The first day, he huddled behind the couch and frothed at the mouth in terror and confusion. I think he knew exactly what we were getting ourselves into, while we only saw a little bundle of fur and love in Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery was named after a feisty little hockey player and boy has she lived up to her name. She's more than feisty. She's defiant and stubborn and selective and indifferent. She's more like a cat than a dog and we cherish the moments, however few and far between, that she allows us to cuddle her and be sweet. She doesn't have time for it, there is too much trouble to get into and it's too much fun spending her days harassing Max. But. She has a little secret. This little devil turns into an angel of mush at night time. She must be with you and must be loved. In fact, she demands it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've both grown up with dogs in our lives and we can't wait to share with Maggie and Audrey the joys of being loved by a dog. I know that it will take some adjustment for the dogs to get used to our beans (especially Maximus), but I have a feeling that Max and Avery will fall in love as quickly as we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111608901479244640?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111608901479244640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111608901479244640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111608901479244640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111608901479244640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/max-and-avery.html' title='Max and Avery'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111607475521196108</id><published>2005-05-14T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T08:58:48.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 6, 2005. 18 weeks 4 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our beans!  It's getting easier and easier to see what they look like.  As I posted before, #2 is 9.4 oz. and #1 is 9.5 oz.  It was so wonderful to see them...I am so glad that I get to have so many ultrasounds throughout my pregnancy.  It makes it more real (as if this ridiculously growing belly isn't proof enough!).#2 was curled up and sleepy throughout the scan.  In fact, I had to roll this way and that in order for the tech to properly measure her!  In both photos, you can see her placenta, which she was resting on at one point.  In the first photo, she appears to be clasping her hands together and in the second one you can see her little legs scrunched up.  #1 was flipping all over the place.  At one point on her back and then soon after on her belly.  The black spot towards her bottom is her stomach and the larger divided dark spot are the four chambers of her heart.  In her second photo, she looks like she's rubbing her head or eyes.  It's amazing how big they are getting.  I've said before that I can't believe how they are going to fit in here, but I guess that's why I just keep growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111607475521196108?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111607475521196108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111607475521196108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111607475521196108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111607475521196108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-6-2005-18-weeks-4-days.html' title='May 6, 2005. 18 weeks 4 days.'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111582886420803530</id><published>2005-05-11T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:27:44.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a bean, always a bean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, now that we know who they are, we have begun calling them by their soon-to-be given names.  Maggie and Audrey.  We’ve always had Maggie, or at least I did, since I was a teen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie will be named after my paternal grandmother, a saint on earth in my book.  She was loving and flighty and silly and protective.  She cooked a mean chicken and dumplings and I can still remember the way she looked when she giggled or absent-mindedly wiped the table with her hands as she talked.  We originally had “Grace” as a middle name for Maggie, but it’s been changed to my maiden name.  Not for “feminist” reasons or anything like that, but because I just love the name.  It’s beautiful and suits Margaret well.  My father and uncle have informed me that they will be calling my girl "Peggy", which is what Margaret Sr. was called by those who loved her.  I don't mind, as long as she's Maggie to us.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey wasn’t a relative (that we know of), but a name we fell in love with.  Actually, J did first, and he wouldn’t budge on it.  I was surprised that he liked it so much.  Audrey means noble strength.  Which is exactly how I already imagine her.  While Maggie has been extroverted and makes herself known often, Audrey is more reserved, quiet, petite and dainty.  She gently taps me while Maggie hauls off and whales on me on a daily basis.  Audrey likes to sleep more and during our ultrasounds, we’ve often had to nudge her to wake her up to cooperate with us.  I would be surprised if they don’t retain these personality traits after they are born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey’s middle name will be Adelaide.  Adelaide was the name of J’s maternal grandmother.  I was unfortunate to have never met her, but it seems that she meant as much to him and his family as my gram meant to us.  I don’t think that it’s coincidence that she passed away around the same time that my gram did, after hearing how wonderful she was.  I think God was calling his favorites back that year.  He’s told me stories of spending the night at her house or going to the movies with her and I can tell she was an amazing woman to love him so much and leave such an impact on his life.  He tells me she’d love me and I’m sure I’d love her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest thing happened while the ultrasound technician was attempting to get a profile photo of Maggie.  Throughout the scan, Maggie was flipping around and pushing back at the tech, but Audrey was curled up into a little ball, apparently unbothered by all of the poking and prodding she was enduring.  All of a sudden, when the tech was about to get the shot she wanted of Maggie, Audrey rolled over onto Maggie’s belly and rested on her sister!  It was the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.  Maggie, who is 9.5 ounces, was finally able to get a profile shot, but Audrey, who is 9.4 ounces, wasn’t as cooperative, as she was still curled a little in the fetal position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that I’ll still call them my beans even when they are grown up and out of the house.  I imagine a lot of things about these two and hope they’re ready for us.  We are a little more than nervous about the prospect of having them here and being good enough for them, but we couldn’t be happier or more excited to finally meet them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; And with that, Maggie just gave me a solid shove.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111582886420803530?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111582886420803530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111582886420803530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111582886420803530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111582886420803530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/once-bean-always-bean.html' title='Once a bean, always a bean.'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111565701779607418</id><published>2005-05-09T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T17:28:39.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nineteen Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This week of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surebaby.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;, your baby is about 5 ½- 6 inches in length and weighs 7-8 ounces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Your baby is swallowing amniotic fluid and her kidneys are making urine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She is very active and energetic.  She goes through the motions of crying, and is equipped with a complete set of vocal cords, but without air, cannot make a sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Vernix is forming at this point. This is a creamy-looking substance that covers the baby’s skin in order to protect&lt;/span&gt; it and it’s developing glands and sensory cells. The vernix is composed of dead skin, oil and lanugo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This week, permanent teeth buds are forming behind the milk teeth buds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Organs of reproduction are developing rapidly, getting ready to sustain future generations. The uterus is clearly visible in the female and the testes are apparent in the male fetus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111565701779607418?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111565701779607418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111565701779607418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111565701779607418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111565701779607418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/nineteen-weeks.html' title='Nineteen Weeks!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111558023893377114</id><published>2005-05-08T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:23:58.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/twins.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/twins.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official!  On Friday, May 6, 2005, we discovered that we are having twin girls!  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111558023893377114?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111558023893377114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111558023893377114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111558023893377114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111558023893377114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-official-on-friday-may-6-2005-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111530089467900424</id><published>2005-05-05T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:48:14.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the sugar!</title><content type='html'>I passed the first glucose tolerance test!  I was a little more than concerned that this was one test I would not pass, considering the added risks, but I did it!  I'll have to take another one in about six weeks.  Hopefully I'll still be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111530089467900424?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111530089467900424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111530089467900424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111530089467900424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111530089467900424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/bring-on-sugar.html' title='Bring on the sugar!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111506469462990547</id><published>2005-05-02T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T17:08:39.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Appointment update...and other news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I don't, as a rule, post all of the appointment information, but this one was especially memorable. At this appointment, I had to take the glucose tolerence test, which was absolutely disgusting, but simple enough. I had to drink 10 ounces of orange flavored, carbonated glucose drink in five minutes. It was no easy feat and I didn't think I could make it. I have to test twice during my pregnancy because of the fact that multiple pregnancies hold a greater risk of gestational diabetes, as does a family history of diabetes. Two strikes. So, keep your fingers crossed and we'll see soon if I've got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I'm writing is because I was able to hear the cutest thing ever! Dr. M. was checking heartbeats (and didn't give me a heart rate which is frustrating...Dr. P. is the only OB in the practice that will tell me the heart rates...the others just indicate that they are good, etc.) and I was able to distinctly hear both of them loud and clear. But!!! She continued checking and told me they were fighting in there!!! AHAHAHA!!!! I thought I heard something different, a sort of thump-thump-thump. J was proud of that and desperately wants to get them matching "Tap Out or Pass Out" t-shirts. I have grown quite a bit in the past few weeks, but it looks like they are already running out of room and are jostling for space. It's put a smile on my face that likely won't leave for a few hours at least. Just thinking of them growing in there and developing personalities already - or at least I think so - makes my heart warm and makes them so much more real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am sad to say, I've seen the Starlight bedding in person and I'm so disappointed. It's not nearly as beautiful as what I saw on the website. So, now we're back to square one. I looked around for awhile to see if anything else would catch my eye, but nothing stood out. I think I may get a better idea after we find out who's in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma &amp; Grampa M. bought the beans their  &lt;a href="http://www.thebabyoutlet.com/Level3.asp?Page=4940&amp;Category="&gt;side-by-side stroller&lt;/a&gt; and I can't wait to get it! We weren't able to get a crib this weekend because of the fact that I wasn't able to find just the right bedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned! On Friday, we have our fetal anatomy scan at the hospital. We've taken the day off in hopes that we can celebrate (1) healthy babies and (2) finding out who the heck are in there! We're keeping it a secret for ourselves for a couple of days, just to savor the news on our own, and we're sharing the news (if we are able to find out) with our families on Sunday - Mother's Day! It's also Grandma S.'s birthday, so hopefully it will be extra special for her!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111506469462990547?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111506469462990547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111506469462990547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111506469462990547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111506469462990547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/appointment-updateand-other-news.html' title='Appointment update...and other news...'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111505351077220329</id><published>2005-05-02T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T13:05:10.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're in Week 18!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 5 1/2 inches (14 cm) in length and some 7 ounces (200 g) in weight, the fetus is growing fast and looking more and more babyish. During this week, your baby sense of hearing has become much more acute. The baby can hear noises within the uterus of your bowel moving and even the blood pumping within your vessels. Additionally, the baby can hear things outside the uterus. So if you are talking to your partner, the baby is hearing some sound. (You may even feel the baby get startled inside from noises that take place outside!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of your baby’s bones have begun to harden into bone, rather than rubbery cartilage.  Pads are forming on the fingertips and toes, and the eyes are looking forward rather than out the sides of the head. Meconium, the baby's first bowel movement, is accumulating within the bowel. If your baby is a boy, his prostate gland is beginning to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice your belly making jerky movements in sync, don't panic; your baby may have the hiccups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111505351077220329?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111505351077220329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111505351077220329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111505351077220329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111505351077220329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/were-in-week-18.html' title='We&apos;re in Week 18!!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111471770675679314</id><published>2005-04-28T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:51:23.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrath of the Weeble Wobble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It appears that someone didn't read the rules. Since when is it appropriate to indicate to a woman, &lt;strong&gt;ANY WOMAN&lt;/strong&gt;, that she is fat, big, large, obese, abnormal, etc.? And since when is it appropriate to assume that just because said woman is pregnant, you can comment on her weight as if you're mentioning the weather? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Before I rant, let me do a bit of justification (it makes me feel better, so just deal with it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not that big. I'm my own worst critic and I can say with all honesty, &lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT THAT BIG&lt;/strong&gt;. I was actually worried in the beginning because I was not gaining any weight in the first trimester. In fact, I asked my OB whether I should be concerned about it. She wasn't, so I reveled in my non-changing body for the few days that I had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've gained 7 lbs. over 4 months. I'm not a big person, so I knew that I would show quicker, PLUS I'm HAVING TWINS!!!! I've read that you show two months ahead of a person your size with a singleton....GRRRRR!!!! Thank you public for making me doubt myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Incident #1 (last week): I'm walking towards the office kitchen to get water. Atty. is walking out of the meeting, smirks and says, &lt;em&gt;"Geez, don't go and have them here!"&lt;/em&gt; Forced smiles cause headaches. I've learned that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Incident #2 (last night @ Target):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: &lt;em&gt;"When are you due?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"December, I mean, October 3rd."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: &lt;em&gt;"Wow!"&lt;/em&gt; (with annoyingly shocked look on her face)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"I'm having twins."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: &lt;em&gt;"Are you serious? Wow! Congratulations. For a minute there, I was thinking, you look really big for only 4 months!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #3: (5 minutes ago in front of Sharon's cube):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atty:&lt;em&gt; "Hey! What's going on?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Sharon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Hi Atty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Atty: &lt;em&gt;"Wow, you're getting big!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's two in there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Atty: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Really? Oh, I didn't know that! I was going to say, you better slow down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Ha!"&lt;/em&gt; (As I reach for the bowl of jelly beans.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Dear Public: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I have allowed you to touch my belly, question my genetic background, give me unsolicited advice and educate me on the horrors of childbirth. I think I've endured enough without having to be told that I am fat. Next time you reference my weight or size in anyway, I will look at you with wondering eyes and tell you point blank, &lt;em&gt;"I'm not pregnant."&lt;/em&gt; and watch you squirm with uneasiness as I waddle away giggling. You have been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111471770675679314?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111471770675679314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111471770675679314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111471770675679314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111471770675679314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/wrath-of-weeble-wobble.html' title='Wrath of the Weeble Wobble'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111461630966493434</id><published>2005-04-27T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T11:38:29.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life with you makes perfect sense..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Warning!  Sappy Story Alert!&lt;/em&gt; The beans are so lucky.  And so am I!  Saturday, while (im)patiently waiting outside of a dressing room at Mimi Maternity, with thoughts of lunch at PF Changs on his mind, J began to think about the recent months and our pregnancy and became a little sad.  When I finally made my choices and checked out, he told me that he was feeling sad about the thought that this may be the last time he sees me pregnant...&lt;em&gt;Awwww!&lt;/em&gt;  Doesn't that just melt your heart??  He's just plain wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111461630966493434?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111461630966493434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111461630966493434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111461630966493434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111461630966493434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-with-you-makes-perfect-sense.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&quot;Life with you makes perfect sense...&quot;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111444255200627547</id><published>2005-04-25T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:22:32.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Week 17!</title><content type='html'>If you saw an ultrasound of your fetus right now, you'd spot a number of recognizable features. Your baby-to-be has thin eyebrows, hair on his scalp, and well-developed limbs. He's mastered a few simple reflexes, too -- sucking, swallowing, and blinking. Head to rump, the fetus measures 5 inches (12.7 cm) long and weighs approximately 6 ounces (170 g). Underneath the baby's skin, fat is forming. By the end of your pregnancy, this fat will account for 2% to 6% of the baby's weight and help maintain his body temperature at birth. At this age, your baby's hearing is pretty sharp. He can make out your conversations and may even be startled by loud noises! Whether you feel it or not, your baby is becoming very active, moving his head, arms, and legs, and making breathing movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you're getting about 120 grams of protein a day for twins, more for higher order multiples. It's not as hard as it might seem. A quick peanut butter sandwich, or an egg can help boost those numbers up there. Some women find that protein powders added to other meals is easier for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111444255200627547?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111444255200627547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111444255200627547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111444255200627547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111444255200627547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/welcome-to-week-17.html' title='Welcome to Week 17!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111417699515354045</id><published>2005-04-22T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T09:36:35.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The nursery...a work in project.</title><content type='html'>I think we've found something that would work for girls or boys.  I have just started listing necessities on our registry at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/browse/-/540744/ref%3Drd%5Fbru%5Fhp%5FSTE/102-3751387-3052927"&gt;Babies R Us&lt;/a&gt; and found this beautiful set.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.wendybellissimo.com/nursery/starlight/gallery.php"&gt;"The Starlight Nursery"&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.wendybellissimo.com/home/index.php"&gt;Wendy Bellissimo&lt;/a&gt; and it's absolutely gorgeous!  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111417699515354045?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111417699515354045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111417699515354045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111417699515354045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111417699515354045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/nurserya-work-in-project.html' title='The nursery...a work in project.'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111400730140092527</id><published>2005-04-20T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:35:31.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute...but is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>So, last night I purchased this &lt;a href="http://www.apeainthepod.com/Product.asp?Product_ID=02914151#"&gt;fuschia tank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.apeainthepod.com/enter.asp?Media=&amp;referer=&amp;EntryPoint=Home&amp;YahooRedirect=True"&gt;A Pea in the Pod&lt;/a&gt;.  I can't believe the price of maternity clothes!  There are so many cute things but can I really justify spending so much on something I probably will never wear again?  Luckily I was able to raid my friend Angie's closet for some of her clothes and Mom, MIL &amp; SIL have spoiled me with little tops here and there, but still!  And hopefully I'll be back to pre-pregnancy shape after the babies, or there's a whole other wardrobe I'll have to buy!  Darn.  Good thing I love to shop.  Poor J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111400730140092527?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111400730140092527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111400730140092527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111400730140092527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111400730140092527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/cutebut-is-it-worth-it.html' title='Cute...but is it worth it?'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111392181700323672</id><published>2005-04-19T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T10:43:37.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be the chili?</title><content type='html'>I can't be certain, but yesterday afternoon, these beans were doing a little dance all over my belly!  As if I couldn't concentrate already at work lately, any productivity flew out the window then.  I have a feeling this will be a trend as the days and weeks go by.  I just get so fascinated by the feelings and I'm sure that anyone that walks by my office as I'm gazing down at my belly in a trance will be certain that I've finally gone off the deep end.  This time it felt like tiny little nudges and bumps all over the place.  Very different from the fluttering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, by the way, while drifting off to sleep last night, I was able to feel on my left side for the first time...#1 makes his/her appearance!  It lasted much longer than the first time with #2.  I tried to get J. to feel it, but I guess they're just too small to be felt on the outside of me yet.  He was again a little disappointed that he couldn't experience it.  Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we got word that our good friend, CV, (a lifelong bachelor we assumed) is also expecting a bundle of joy this year!  We were shocked and thrilled at the same time and can't wait to share in this with him and his girlfriend.  They are due in early December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111392181700323672?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111392181700323672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111392181700323672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111392181700323672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111392181700323672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/could-it-be-chili.html' title='Could it be the chili?'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111384204420615416</id><published>2005-04-18T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:34:04.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Things Not To Say To A Pregnant Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Are you pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;2.   Want a glass of wine?&lt;br /&gt;3.   Got milk?&lt;br /&gt;4.   Wow, you sure do look further along than only 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;5.   It’ll be a 45-minute wait for your table, ma’am.&lt;br /&gt;6.   Are you going to eat all of that?&lt;br /&gt;7.   Don’t worry; you’ll forget the pain!&lt;br /&gt;8.   I never gained that much weight when I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;9.   Sorry!  I ate the last of the Doritos [or insert craving of the moment]!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. So, who’s the lucky guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111384204420615416?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111384204420615416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111384204420615416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111384204420615416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111384204420615416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/top-10-things-not-to-say-to-pregnant.html' title='Top 10 Things Not To Say To A Pregnant Woman'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111383100561817729</id><published>2005-04-18T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T09:30:05.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Weeks</title><content type='html'>Your baby's nails are well formed, and some babies are even in need of having their nails trimmed at birth. The ears have also moved from the neck to the head. The eyes have come closer together so that they face forward, and the baby begins to blink.  Baby's head is now held high, and limb movements occur in a coordinated fashion. Fine lanugo hair covers your baby's body and head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your baby is emptying his or her bladder every 40-45 minutes. The limb movements are becoming more coordinated. Your baby is about 3 ounces (85 grams) and 6.3 inches (16 cms). The &lt;a href="http://pregnancy.about.com/library/blgender.htm"&gt;gender&lt;/a&gt; may be detectable by ultrasound.   On an ultrasound, you may catch sight of the sucking reflex as your baby sucks his or her thumb.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You may begin to feel movement now. Another "sign" that there are multiples is the mom who describes fetal movement like an octopus, or "all over the place."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111383100561817729?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111383100561817729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111383100561817729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111383100561817729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111383100561817729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/sixteen-weeks.html' title='Sixteen Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370601944973753</id><published>2005-04-16T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:46:59.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/ghs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/ghs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 11, 2005:  Baby #2.  Later that afternoon, I was getting ready to leave work for the day and began to feel a little fluttering in my belly, where #2 was lying.  It felt like butterfly wings fluttering against my belly.  It was amazing.  When I put my hand over the spot, it stopped.  I haven't been able to feel them since, but I try every day to focus to see if they're tickling me.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370601944973753?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370601944973753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370601944973753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370601944973753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370601944973753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-11-2005-baby-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370577630264153</id><published>2005-04-16T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:42:56.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/trgfgh.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/trgfgh.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 11, 2005:  Baby #1.  Here is a back view of #1.  We were hoping to find out their gender, but the beans were not cooperating!  We did get to see fingers, toes, brain and kidneys, but everything else must remain a surprise I guess...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370577630264153?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370577630264153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370577630264153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370577630264153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370577630264153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-11-2005-baby-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370555101172184</id><published>2005-04-16T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:39:11.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/zxczxc.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/zxczxc.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 11, 2005:  15 weeks 1 day.  The beans are about 4.5 inches now and getting bigger and bigger.  It's crazy how much I miss them in between ultrasound appointments.  This time they weren't as active, but they were bouncing around...like popcorn!  They are running out of space already though.  I don't know how they are going to get along in there for the next 20+ weeks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370555101172184?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370555101172184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370555101172184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370555101172184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370555101172184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-11-2005-15-weeks-1-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370517417640126</id><published>2005-04-16T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:32:54.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00254.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00254.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10, 2005:  Baby #2 was napping when we went for our ultrasound.  The tech had to nudge him/her a bit to wake the baby.  S/he wasn't too happy and flailed his/her arms about!  It looked like s/he was waving at us!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370517417640126?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370517417640126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370517417640126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370517417640126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370517417640126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/march-10-2005-baby-2-was-napping-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370503612344820</id><published>2005-04-16T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:30:36.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00252.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00252.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10, 2005:  Baby #1 is looking right at us.  His/her little legs were kicking like crazy.  It's amazing how much they've grown in only about 2 weeks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370503612344820?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370503612344820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370503612344820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370503612344820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370503612344820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/march-10-2005-baby-1-is-looking-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370488126286090</id><published>2005-04-16T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:28:01.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00253.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00253.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10, 2005:  10 weeks 4 days.  The beans are now measuring at 11 weeks.  Their hearts are pumping like little machines and they are starting to resemble babies a bit.  #2 is already showing signs of mischeviousness.  S/he is crowding #1!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370488126286090?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370488126286090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370488126286090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370488126286090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370488126286090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/march-10-2005-10-weeks-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370477831994899</id><published>2005-04-16T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:26:18.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00284.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00284.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 25, 2005:  Baby #2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370477831994899?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370477831994899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370477831994899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370477831994899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370477831994899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/february-25-2005-baby-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370468184456664</id><published>2005-04-16T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:24:41.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC002831.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC002831.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 25, 2005:  Baby #1&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370468184456664?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370468184456664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370468184456664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370468184456664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370468184456664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/february-25-2005-baby-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370453954166378</id><published>2005-04-16T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:22:19.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC002821.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC002821.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 25, 2005: 8 weeks 5 days. The babies are so tiny now and they don't look human yet. We've taken to calling them "The Beans". Most people don't know the news yet...we want to wait until I am 12 weeks along to tell everyone. Our immediate family knows now and are over the moon. It's amazing how something so small can change your life in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370453954166378?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370453954166378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370453954166378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370453954166378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370453954166378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/february-25-2005-8-weeks-5-days_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370376288430548</id><published>2005-04-16T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:09:22.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/DSC00281.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/DSC00281.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2, 2005.  Suprise!  Not only are we pregnant, but we're expecting twins!!!! 5 weeks 3 days.  We were floored.  It was so overwhelming, and we're still not used to it...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370376288430548?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370376288430548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370376288430548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370376288430548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370376288430548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/february-2-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111370302228207013</id><published>2005-04-16T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:20:41.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/640/1stPositive!!!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/136/1692/320/1stPositive%21%21%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive!!!!! On January 25, 2005, we found out we were expecting!!!!! We had a 1/2 day from work that day and celebrated at one of our old favorites - Don Pablo's. I had a tiny inkling for the past couple of days because I was a little queasy in the morning, but I was afraid to take the test because I was sure it would be negative... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111370302228207013?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111370302228207013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111370302228207013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370302228207013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111370302228207013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/positive-on-january-25-2005-we-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12179717.post-111351006436862024</id><published>2005-04-14T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:51:32.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Springer Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;Thanks to the smooth persuasion of Stacy, I’ve decided to document the life and times of me and us and awaiting the beans. So, sit back, relax and enjoy the Springer Show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12179717-111351006436862024?l=beanshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111351006436862024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12179717&amp;postID=111351006436862024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111351006436862024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12179717/posts/default/111351006436862024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beanshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/welcome-to-springer-show.html' title='Welcome to the Springer Show!'/><author><name>Momma Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17348325351327677491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c149/jmarc_23/fefc4a2e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
