<?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-8700280364691070257</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:04:05.324-08:00</updated><category term='father&apos;s day 2009'/><category term='Debby'/><category term='baby registry'/><category term='jp'/><category term='baby shower'/><category term='jasper welsh'/><category term='Video Birth Announcement'/><category term='new parents'/><category term='new grandpa'/><category term='first mother&apos;s day'/><category term='jp welsh 3'/><category term='Tatlo'/><category term='Photo Birth Announcement'/><category term='jasper prentiss'/><category term='baby boy'/><category term='baby pool'/><category term='birthday pool'/><category term='JP3'/><category term='baby homecoming'/><category term='welcome home'/><category term='on my nerves'/><category term='new grandma'/><category term='jpw3'/><category term='a new addition to the family'/><category term='#1 dad'/><category term='new addition to the family'/><category term='family'/><category term='3d ultrasound'/><category term='debby welsh'/><category term='4d'/><category term='jp welsh'/><category term='first baby'/><category term='1st'/><category term='jasper'/><category term='JP Welsh III'/><category term='first father&apos;s day'/><category term='Baby birth announcements'/><category term='tribute to mom'/><category term='final ultrasound'/><title type='text'>Baby Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-8453439025428936939</id><published>2009-06-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:35:46.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasper welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#1 dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first father&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st'/><title type='text'>Dedication to Dad (Happy Father's Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's something special about dads that everyone really needs growing up. It is a great blessing my sister and I have a strong, loyal and loving father in our lives. He provided for our family and made sure that his girls were safe and taken care of, even if that meant we could take his brand new SUV because it was more reliable than driving an older, used car (he couldn't stand the idea of our cars breaking down.) There was little he wouldn't do for us. He played with us and cooked for us our favorite meals. My sister and I are definitely spoiled. But I recognize his many sacrifices and I am forever thankful for him. He is a great example of one who acts selflessly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't forget to thank Richard, Jasper's father, for continually encouraging Jasper to trust God totally in all of life. I admire that family time has always been so important to Richard as his three boys were growing up. To this day, I can see the relationship between Jasper and him is strong. I pray with great confidence JP will have the same strong relationship with Jasper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I also thank God for blessing my son with Jasper as his Father. He, too has been a great support for me during my pregnancy and now that JP is with us, I see him stepping up into his new role with joy and eagerness. Jasper has shown himself to be committed to his role as a spiritual leader for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me how little recognition fathers typically receive on Father's day, but as I reflect on how important my father was in my growing up, I'd like to express my most sincere gratitude to each of the fathers in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extra :&lt;/span&gt; So... our family took a vote to name the #1 Dad, and with all the amazing fathers in our lives you can imagine the results were close...&lt;br /&gt;The results are in and the 2009 winner is... Jasper Welsh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the video of the #1 DAD, below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C4g15IUHaCs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C4g15IUHaCs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JP &amp;amp; I decided to write and put together a book for his daddy.  Check out Jasper's Father's Day gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEn7FyvTGnU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEn7FyvTGnU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;Happy Father's Day everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-8453439025428936939?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8453439025428936939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=8453439025428936939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/8453439025428936939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/8453439025428936939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/06/dedication-to-dad-happy-fathers-day.html' title='Dedication to Dad (Happy Father&apos;s Day)'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-3483742229640111675</id><published>2009-05-25T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:34:22.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute to mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debby welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st'/><title type='text'>Tribute to Mothers (Happy mother's Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I remember playing "house" when I was a child. Diane &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;wanted to be the "baby" and I played the "mom." It's so hard to believe I have a real baby of my own now, and it is nothing like I imagined. I'm not talking about all the challenging aspects like lack of sleep and time for myself. I mean the overwhelming joy I feel now that he's in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my first thoughts when he arrived was how amazing it was that I could love someone so much in so little time. All of a sudden this ridiculous over-protectiveness takes over me and then I think of my own mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like something out of our control. I know we all joke about how overboard mothers can be, but I have to say that I now understand it. This baby is born completely dependent on you and that is a whole lot of responsibility laid on our shoulders. One that I completely accept, thankfully and joyfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Mother's Day was so special. I had the presence of my family: mom, dad, sister Diane here in Arizona, along with my mother and father in law. Jasper and his dad prepared a tribute to us that was really heartwarming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jasper took this opportunity to reflect on his relationship with his mother and prepared and presented a tribute to his mother.&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/04LVgEwHeiU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/04LVgEwHeiU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Jasper reading his Mother's day letter to me...&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c07whWYHke0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c07whWYHke0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper's poetry skills impressed me!  He was a very brave daddy to do this in front of all of us, I was honored!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few tears and hugs, we all made our way over to Mimi's Cafe to celebrate the special moms in our lives. It was a great night of honoring moms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures from Mimi's Cafe that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SkaslUZa-tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aoYCHo9wE90/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352154964306885330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Picture : the Mother's being honor&lt;br /&gt;(From left to right: Grandma Portia, Aunty Nancy, Grandma Azun, Grandma Lety and last, but not least, Me Mommy Debby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SkasljfvS8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/NtB1cbdgQ6Q/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352154968359914434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jasper's GQ smile and Debby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SkUZTdQ9N-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/FI97Aptk9mk/s1600-h/mothers+day+-+ralph+lauren2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SkUZTdQ9N-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/FI97Aptk9mk/s1600-h/mothers+day+-+ralph+lauren2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SkaslGmoqyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NEYn3vpCTPM/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352154960604212002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with my Dad, Carlito hold JP.&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/8700280364691070257-3483742229640111675?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3483742229640111675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=3483742229640111675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/3483742229640111675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/3483742229640111675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/05/tribute-to-mothers-happy-mothers-day.html' title='Tribute to Mothers (Happy mother&apos;s Day)'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SkaslUZa-tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aoYCHo9wE90/s72-c/IMG_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-1104494569988937354</id><published>2009-05-10T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:13:31.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new grandpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby homecoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jp welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasper'/><title type='text'>Baby JP's Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Early Friday morning, April 10, 2009, JP and I were finally able to go home.  We had Aunty Diane and Uncle Gary who flew in from California, along with my cousin Nancy and her son Jaxon to welcome us home to "Welsh Stadium."  Later JP's very proud and excited grandparents came over to welcome him as well!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such an amazing labor, delivery, and recovery experience at our hospital.  We had an excellent group of medical staff who check in with us, monitoring me and the baby. I started to feel nervous when i thought of going home without any of that help there.  But that's just the worrier in me and everything turned out fine.  The support of family and friends really eased my worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our home is so much different now that we have JP and really is a sweet blessing.  It's hard to believe that there was a time when it was just me and Jasper.  Now our rooms and halls are filled with sounds of our baby giggling, cooing and crying, and we couldn't be any happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to put a lot of this experience on video and would love to share it with you.  Below, is a JP Welsh's Welcome Home Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_2laExZXIMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_2laExZXIMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-1104494569988937354?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1104494569988937354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=1104494569988937354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/1104494569988937354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/1104494569988937354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-jps-homecoming.html' title='Baby JP&apos;s Homecoming'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-1569018868390706752</id><published>2009-04-13T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:14:04.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tatlo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a new addition to the family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JP3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Birth Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debby welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby birth announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Birth Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JP Welsh III'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new addition to the family'/><title type='text'>Guess whose finally here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's hard to believe that the big day has finally arrived. After consulting with my OB doctor, we agreed to induce labor on Monday April 6, 2009. And on Wednesday morning, April 8th at 12:03am, our precious Jasper Prentiss Welsh III (JP) was born at 7 lbs 4 oz and 19-1/2" long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let me tell you now that it was a grueling 25 hour labor and delivery but as mommies and daddies know, it's all worth it in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jasper shot a brief video, while we were still in the hospital, wanting to introduce you to our new addition to our family. Check it out and enjoy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="435" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIhJ0hDaQDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIhJ0hDaQDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="435" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-1569018868390706752?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1569018868390706752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=1569018868390706752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/1569018868390706752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/1569018868390706752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-announcement-deb-title-after-you.html' title='Guess whose finally here!!'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-3730762239821638917</id><published>2009-04-02T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:34:20.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jp welsh 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debby welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jp welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jpw3'/><title type='text'>JP's Shower of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Saturday, March 14, my sister and family threw a baby shower for us. It was the perfect blend of everyone we loved coming to see us and celebrate before JP arrives. Of course all grandparents were present, along with Jasper's brother Jon and my favorite sister Diane from San Diego. Kim and Oneal arrived early early Friday morning. Lisa and Godfrey flew in Friday night and Rizza and co. came in early Saturday morning. SO GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the video overview of the Coed "Jack and Jill" Baby Shower:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="423" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UukPXfI4tM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UukPXfI4tM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="423" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday morning was a day of pampering as Kim, Diane, my cousin Nanny, and I went for a spa pedicure (you can't reach those toes when you've got a JP in the way.) We picked up Oneal and lunched at a creole restaurant called Papadeaux's...Yum! Then it was off to Scottsdale for some shopping fun. We got to Fashion Square where Diana bought me my Petunia Picklebottom Diaper Bag from Neiman. It's so cute! Water resistent and easy to organize baby stuff in. Here are some pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320290722447856194" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 172px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SdV4OVVPkkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9Rzwslk830E/s320/moonovermacau_280_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320313438399968514" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 166px; height: 169px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SdWM4k2RNQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6RzPe-cAmzE/s320/moonovermacau_280_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, this bag is already packed with JP's necessities for and after the hospital...YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went out to Sprinkles to reward ourselves for shopping so effectively that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the big day. Parents were busy prepping for BBQ and other Filipino dishes. Everyone else helped out by decorating the house with Sports MVP themed items. Our house looked so cute! From athletic ball streamers to football chip bowls, our family and friends went all out! My awesome friends from Moon Mountain came by to shower us with love and we had a blast playing baby games and guessing how big my belly was (enthusiastic "yay...")&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, the investive nature of the group arose and a pool was generated for when I was going to deliver...It was so exciting to see and hear the conversations and explanations for how they all wanted to choose their dates. I got a lot of long looks and for some that was it. Here's a copy of that pool calendar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3410080494_f0b90c608a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320530346047893042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 194px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SdZSKQze7jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q_4ZVwvX7AI/s320/JP+III+FUN+Raiser+List-+thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; (Click &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3410080494_f0b90c608a_b.jpg"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;or on image to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3410080070_307309b60a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320530272980963474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 247px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SdZSGAm-EJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/txR1OaJDGlk/s320/JP+III+FUN+Raiser+March+-+thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; (Click &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3410080070_307309b60a_b.jpg"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;or on image to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3586/3409272423_89db29950d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320530213887421474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 247px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SdZSCkd-LCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zorynxKwoLY/s320/JP+III+FUN+Raiser+April+-+thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; (Click &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3586/3409272423_89db29950d_b.jpg"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;or on image to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Continuing on with the investing theme, all the guys went to my cousins Jeff and Nancy's house to play a friendly game of Hold'em. With the guys gone, us girls got a chance to catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a great weekend filled with love and laughter. The gifts Jasper, JP and I received are blessings and we can't thank everyone enough for the love, gifts, prayers, support and advice that were shared during that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We apologize that the baby shower video is not up yet. We are having some technical difficulties, but we are still working on it so come back soon to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-3730762239821638917?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3730762239821638917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=3730762239821638917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/3730762239821638917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/3730762239821638917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/04/jps-shower-of-love.html' title='JP&apos;s Shower of Love'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SdV4OVVPkkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9Rzwslk830E/s72-c/moonovermacau_280_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-2175556154347744601</id><published>2009-03-05T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:22:14.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby registry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d ultrasound'/><title type='text'>A Final Peek at JP Before I Pop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;Just when we thought we got to see all we could of Baby JP, my OB told me at one of my visits to schedule for my "Growth Ultrasound." She said, "it would not be as in depth as our first ultrasound, but it would be enough to estimate the weight, length, and position of the baby." So, I set the appointment scheduled for my 34th week, February 27th, 2009. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;Jasper and I went for the ultrasound directly after I got off work. We got to the office and watched Toy Story as we waited to be called. JP loves to entertain me when I'm sitting around and keeps me from being bored. As we sat waiting, he kept moving inside my belly and Jasper and I watched my belly move while we waited (be sure to check out the size of my belly). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;Finally, we were called inside. The technician informed us this was actually going to take a little longer than most routine ultrasounds at this point because I haven't been to this particular location before and she had to gather extra data to properly examine the baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;That was a surprise to us, but definitely OK with us. We love being able to see the baby. Jasper and I were surprised to discover she was going to be using 3D ultrasounds for some portions of the ultrasound. Sweet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;She confirmed the sex of our baby again (when you watch the video it won't be dificult to see. She used plenty of arrows showing us that it's still JP). Then we got to see some profile shots in 3D, and while she was moving the probe around to my side we caught JP smiling for us. It was sooooo cute! I was hoping that he was happy in there! It was kind of tickling me, It may have tickled him as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;Here's a video of our ultrasound visit. Check out our baby's "Cheese" action!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTFbpXjB8Cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTFbpXjB8Cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;Well, after the tech left, the doctor came in to tell us about the baby. According to the doctor, JP seems to be doing very well! He is just the right size and length for this stage of the pregnancy. They estimated his weight around 5lbs. My cervix is a little thin, but at this point she would expect that to happen. (I was hoping it means JP will come out earlier, but as I researched this I found that women still go all the way up to their due date, some past their due date, even with a thinning cervix.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;Before we left their office, we received a cd, dvd, and print outs of the of the baby during the ultrasound. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;Jasper and I hope you enjoy the video and we look forward to hearing from you soon! The next time we will get to see little JP is when I give birth. I am still projected to "Pop" around April 8th... So, keep a look out for updates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;If you have any questions or would like to see something specific caught on video, feel free to make any suggestions here, or at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Jasby3"&gt;our Youtube channel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;______________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Click on the "Baby Shower" image below to go to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Debby and Jasper's Baby Gift Registry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesrus.com/ControllerServlet?registryNumber=71591377&amp;amp;target=search"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307979655918266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/Sam7X8oCKYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HYaQDKKqUNw/s320/JP3+BabyRegIcon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-2175556154347744601?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2175556154347744601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=2175556154347744601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/2175556154347744601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/2175556154347744601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-peek-at-jp-before-i-pop.html' title='A Final Peek at JP Before I Pop!'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/Sam7X8oCKYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HYaQDKKqUNw/s72-c/JP3+BabyRegIcon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-7798970254879177537</id><published>2009-02-27T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:01:54.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasper prentiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby registry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debby welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my nerves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasper'/><title type='text'>Lil JP is already on my nerves..Literally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="294" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A0ggbvM2igs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A0ggbvM2igs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="294"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, I have to brag that I am not much of a waddling pregnant woman. I have been doing my best to walk as normal as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there is anything wrong with it, but I do try to make a conscious effort to walk up straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday at work, I have to walk from my classroom to the restroom about 8 to 10 times a day. Which sounds like a lot, but when you factor in how FAAARR the two are from each other, I certainly get many chances to practice my pregnant walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, a lot of my trips to the restroom is because lil’ JP seems to favor leaning on my bladder. I guess it makes a cozy pillow, and on occasion it feels like he is using it for a punching bag. It certainly is very annoying to have to use the restroom so often during the day, especially when I am in the middle of teaching my class a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walking upright and without a pregnant waddle has been fairly easy to accomplish. That is, until of late…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP has been a serious pain, and getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, just on my Sciatic Nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my doctor says that this is common in pregnancy and there isn't much we can do about it. I was instructed to take Tylenol to help with the pain, but I hate taking medicine unless it's absolutely necessary. I also have a great massage therapist which I have been visiting regularly, but that seems to only alleviate the pain, temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure why my sciatic nerve hurts, and the pain does come and go. But this certainly makes it difficult to go out on weekends with Jasper. We have to plan almost everything around the baby… and he’s not even born yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is JP on my badder? Will he move to relieve my need to urinate? Where is the nearest restroom, just in case. And now, with the occasional pain in leg we have to shorten our outings, and even find closer parking spots if my leg is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or someone you know has experienced anything similar to this and can relate in some way. I really would love to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any remedies you can recommend? Tips? Or, even if you would just like to tell me about your experience when your baby got on your nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I look forward to hearing from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OH…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been receiving some calls regarding my Baby Gift Registry.&lt;br /&gt;You can click HERE to go directly to it and check it out, or click on the image below…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesrus.com/ControllerServlet?registryNumber=71591377&amp;amp;target=search"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307979655918266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/Sam7X8oCKYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HYaQDKKqUNw/s320/JP3+BabyRegIcon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-7798970254879177537?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7798970254879177537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=7798970254879177537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/7798970254879177537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/7798970254879177537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/02/lil-jp-is-already-on-my-nervesliterally.html' title='Lil JP is already on my nerves..Literally.'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/Sam7X8oCKYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HYaQDKKqUNw/s72-c/JP3+BabyRegIcon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-7425405398694228057</id><published>2009-02-08T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:26:11.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debby welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasper'/><title type='text'>I love being pregnant?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, Jasper and I were driving home from Costco.  We were talking about our plans for the day; put away groceries, have lunch with his parents, chores, etc.  As we were chatting I remember we were stopped at a stop light when little JP began to press and push pretty hard out.  Jasper reached over and met push with a playful press back, which began to make me feel like peeing.  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jasper was playing with little JP, I told him how often I feel him moving and shaking throughout my day at work.  What kind of made Jasper and me laugh was how i followed up my comment with, "This is my favorite part about being pregnant.  I just am constantly reminded he is there and I feel very close to him, and I know this something I am going to miss."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasper started to laugh.  I was not sure why at first, but he turned to me and recalled just a few months ago my firmly stating, "I don't want to do this [get pregnant] again!  You know with all the morning sickness and stuff.  How can other women do this more than once?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard that woment forget the woes of pregnancy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once the baby is born.  And I know in my heart that it is worth it.  I think about the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;"morning sickness"  yeah right all day sickness and nausea (getting in car, in car, after car ride, brushing teeth, waking up, sleeping, thinking about the next car ride, standing up, sitting down... you name it I was most likely feeling pretty nauseous...) 1st trimester cramping, and 3rd trimester sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm stating that I love being pregnant, being able to feel the baby moving, kicking, hiccuping.  It amazes me how quickly time passes.  I am g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oing to cherish every last moment I have while pregnant.  I am sure I could feel so much more comfortable doing the normal tasks of life.  But I sometimes forget this is an answered prayer and most certainly a blessing from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SamcDL-dT0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ru2WVbZci6c/s320/1-PregnantDebby%26Jasper_2-14-2009.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307945214401138498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you again to all of my family and friends who have been very supportive.  Please feel free to leave any of your comments or questions for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-7425405398694228057?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7425405398694228057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=7425405398694228057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/7425405398694228057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/7425405398694228057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-being-pregnant.html' title='I love being pregnant?'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SamcDL-dT0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ru2WVbZci6c/s72-c/1-PregnantDebby%26Jasper_2-14-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-662733581652000333</id><published>2009-01-24T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:52:37.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JPW3- What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Naming a child is an important decision for any parent to make.  You have to think about teasing potential, meaning, nick names, and making sure you're not stealing your best friend's dream name.   As a teacher, I've heard my share of interesting names.  Some that are perfect for the child, and some that make me giggle. There are even a few that I know I will never name my child because of spending a school year with a particular "special" friend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fortunately, Jasper and I didn't have to struggle over picking the perfect name.  I had always loved the name Josie for a girl and Jasper knew and was happy with that.  Of course we had the conversation about Jasmine.  Jasper explained to me that he liked that name too and it wasn't just because it had "Jas" in the beginning of it.  So it was set, Josie if a girl.  There was never a boy's name that stuck with me, so when Jasper suggested naming a boy after him, I thought it was perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jasper had always liked the idea of honoring his grandfather by naming our son Jasper Prentiss Welsh III.  I think it's a great name too and here's Jasper to explain further about that decision:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="294"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEILOMiRUl4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEILOMiRUl4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="294"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-662733581652000333?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/662733581652000333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=662733581652000333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/662733581652000333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/662733581652000333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/01/jpw3-whats-in-name.html' title='JPW3- What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-2725658599729649088</id><published>2009-01-22T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:09:04.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasper prentiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debby welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasper'/><title type='text'>3D/4D Ultrasound - Life in Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On January 10, 2009, Jasper and I headed over to Peek of You to get a 3/4D Ultrasound of JP.  I am just about 28 weeks and this is the time most people will reccommend getting these amazing little pictures because babies now have more fat on their bodies and look a little more human.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As big as I feel I am, I was excited to see his fat face and body.  I can feel him moving and kicking inside and I couldn't wait to be able to put a face on my little kickboxer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughtful sister, Diane (who lives in San Diego and didn't want to miss a beat with this new baby) gave us a Flip camera for Christmas which Jasper used to record this memorable event.   We had breakfast and he interviewed me and my thoughts before the ultrasound.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived to "Peek of You"  we were able to look at other 3D pictures displayed in the waiting area.  It's so neat that we have this technology to see what our little ones are doing in there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our room had a bed for me and a couch for any guests that we invited to share this moment with.  While the technician used her monitor, I got to watch it projected onto a big screen.  We confirmed the sex, and yes we still have JP on his way, and finally got to see the face of our sweet baby.  He made the cutest sucking lips, and yawned for us.  But this great view of our little one only lasted about five minutes before JP got camera shy and put his hands up to block his face. The tech did everything she could, practically jiggling and poking on my belly, to get him to move.  Jasper suggested I get up and walk around which I did, but he was just way to comfortable with his arms up in that position.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, we were able to get a few perfect shots of baby.  The whole session was put on a dvd for us and we were ok with that.  So, without further ado, here is our JP-his Life in Progress:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="294"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dy2jc_iQ7A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dy2jc_iQ7A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="294"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-2725658599729649088?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2725658599729649088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=2725658599729649088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/2725658599729649088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/2725658599729649088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2009/01/3d4d-ultrasound-life-in-progress.html' title='3D/4D Ultrasound - Life in Progress'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-7493735648613783603</id><published>2008-12-01T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:45:47.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Dance In My Belly</title><content type='html'>As you may already know, my first few months have been trying.  But now that I'm approaching my 6th month, I can honestly say pregnancy is not half as bad as I had originally thought.  I would even say that I'm enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last month, I've been feeling an occasional "flutter" in my belly.  I wasn't always sure if that was J.P. or if I just had gas.  In the last week, I am certain that I am feeling J.P. and it is the neatest feeling to know that my little one is in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt these flutters from inside my belly, and not from the outside.  This past Friday,  while Jasper and I were watching t.v., I put my hand over my belly and actually felt J.P. kick.  I told Jasper to put his hand over it, but I guess J.P. was shy because we couldn't feel him anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, as Jasper rolled over to wish me and J.P. good morning, J.P. decided to respond and Jasper was finally able to feel  him move inside of me.  I thought it was a kick, and Jasper describes it more as if he was moving his hand or foot across.  It was so exciting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about J.P. a lot, and once I start to forget I am pregnant he gives me a little kick, dance, or punch to let me know he's still around.  It always gives me a smile, and I know I'm not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-7493735648613783603?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7493735648613783603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=7493735648613783603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/7493735648613783603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/7493735648613783603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-dance-in-my-belly.html' title='The Little Dance In My Belly'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-4113627537227982653</id><published>2008-11-26T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:53:51.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were Right if You Said It's a...</title><content type='html'>Jasper and I had our ultrasound appointment and saw the most beautiful baby hanging out in my belly! The ultrasound was displayed on a t.v. monitor on the wall so Jasper and I could comfortably see what the tech was looking for. Right away the tech asked us if we wanted to know the gender and he gave us a definite answer. He said to put money on it, his name on it, Nicolas, bet the house, double down because he was certain of what we are having! Then he showed us the evidence. He even warned me that my girlfriends will try to tell me not to be too certain and that I am not to listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a video of our ultrasound visit:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="294" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBw2XPJu4D4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBw2XPJu4D4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="294"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks for following our blog and come back for more as I plan to update regularly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-4113627537227982653?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4113627537227982653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=4113627537227982653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/4113627537227982653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/4113627537227982653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-were-right-if-you-said-its.html' title='You Were Right if You Said It&apos;s a...'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-4333584243936862706</id><published>2008-11-13T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:57:36.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Wives Tales Tested.</title><content type='html'>"You're having a boy! I can just tell!" "I just know you're having a girl!" I have heard these comments during my pregnancy. And I love the different reasonings behind their prediction every time. Here are some Old Wives Tales that family and friends have used to support their theories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boy: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You're carrying low.&lt;br /&gt;-Your baby moves a lot.&lt;br /&gt;-Your husband is 1 of 3 brothers and you're one of 2 girls--boys win.&lt;br /&gt;-Your husband is a manly man.&lt;br /&gt;-You have bad morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;-You're ankles look swollen (ouch! they do?)&lt;br /&gt;-I'm Grandma. I just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girl:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You're carrying high&lt;br /&gt;-You're baby moves a lot.&lt;br /&gt;-You have really bad morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;-I see it in your face.&lt;br /&gt;-Your breasts got huge fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are several recent pics of me. I would like to invite you to study them and tell me whether I will be having a baby girl or boy. Please feel free to add a comment to this post with your prediction and how exactly you arrived at that conclusion or guess. Also, participate in my poll on the left side of this blog, on what you believe my baby is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268945235971499010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SR8NxqsRZAI/AAAAAAAAACM/XbrZhH8Z8bs/s200/IMG_1793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SR8OwN5RXVI/AAAAAAAAACU/lMH4hpdUUy8/s1600-h/IMG_1789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268946310573153618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SR8OwN5RXVI/AAAAAAAAACU/lMH4hpdUUy8/s200/IMG_1789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo was take at approximately 13 weeks. Am I carrying high? low? wide?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SR8Owdd1YiI/AAAAAAAAACc/iKsmEe32xec/s1600-h/Kim%27s+birthday+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268946314753040930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SR8Owdd1YiI/AAAAAAAAACc/iKsmEe32xec/s200/Kim%27s+birthday+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can you tell from this photo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SR8UCd_CpDI/AAAAAAAAACk/-l_8dQYkcPE/s1600-h/DSC03146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268952121688106034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SR8UCd_CpDI/AAAAAAAAACk/-l_8dQYkcPE/s200/DSC03146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here I am at approximately 17 weeks. What do my ankles tell you? My belly? etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very interested in finding out what you believe I will be having and why you believe you can say with some certainty. I hope you have fun and I will keep all of you posted as to the results of the polling and our visit with the doctor. Feel free to also share this post with your friends and family. Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-4333584243936862706?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4333584243936862706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=4333584243936862706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/4333584243936862706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/4333584243936862706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-or-she_15.html' title='Old Wives Tales Tested.'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SR8NxqsRZAI/AAAAAAAAACM/XbrZhH8Z8bs/s72-c/IMG_1793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-7521639741134084316</id><published>2008-10-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:28:36.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Sickness</title><content type='html'>On week 6, I stated earlier that the cramping stopped. In exchange for one terrible discomfort, I got another, morning (more like all day) sickness. Don't get me wrong though. I understand that my new ailment is actually a great sign for a healthy pregnancy, but for the sake of my memory and sanity, I'm going to go ahead and vent about how miserable it felt. It started August 9, a Saturday evening. Our friends, Anthony and Krystal invited me and Jasper to dinner and a movie. We went to Olive Garden, and usually I can go to town with italian food, but as soon as the lasagna hit my table I felt gross. I went to the bathroom, and luckily I didn't throw up, I thought I would but I didn't. I went back to the table feeling queasy. Later we went to watch Batman Dark Night, and I actually sat through that ok. The next morning I was throwing up all day. The day after that was my first day back to work. I teach 1st grade, and it was the first day of school. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywho, here are some things from americanpregnancy.org that are supposed to relieve morning sickness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat small meals often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink fluids 1/2 hour before or after a meal, but not with meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink small amounts of fluids during the day to avoid dehydration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat soda crackers 15 minutes before getting up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid foods and smells that increase nausea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone else to cook for you and open the windows or turn on fans if the odor bothers you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of rest and nap during the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid warm places (feeling hot adds to nausea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff lemons or ginger, drink lemonade, or eat watermelon to relieve nausea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat salty potato chips (they have been found to settle stomachs enough to eat a meal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some that were suggested by veteran mother friends and family of mine:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell and/or suck on a lemon (preferebly before you get out of bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a cracker an hour before you get out of bed (I could never get up this early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat gingersnaps or drink real ginger ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let someone else cook for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-7521639741134084316?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7521639741134084316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=7521639741134084316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/7521639741134084316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/7521639741134084316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2008/10/morning-sickness.html' title='Morning Sickness'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-3396175941195557648</id><published>2008-09-30T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:06:45.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our answered prayer</title><content type='html'>On July 25, I started to cramp really bad. It started to keep me up all night. By Monday morning, 3am, I asked Jasper to take me to the ER. We were checked in by this corky Filipina nurse who was very hyper. She reminded Jasper and me of Ate Emma. The doctor asked if I could be pregnant, and I said, "Actually yes, I'm on Clomid." They took blood and did some ultrasounds on me. They also gave me some pain meds for the cramping. Jasper sat by my side and kept me lighthearted. I closed my eyes while he watched t.v.. He envied my score with the bed, and I told him he had to be in serious medical pain to get something like this, and gloated about how comfy I was. Typical loving married couple banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the doctor came back and told me that the concern was that I was having a ectopic pregnancy. The ultrasound showed a mass near my fallopian tube, and there was no sign of anything growing in my uterus. The cramping was also a common sign of ectopic pregnancy. But after speaking to my gyno, he realized that since my bloodwork shows very low quantities of my hcg hormones it could be too early to tell. Jasper and I were stunned. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with that info. I nodded my head like, ok...He said my gyno would be here shortly. He left and Jasper and I looked at each other like, what does all that mean? When he came back, I had to ask, "so...am I pregnant or a little pregnant? too early to tell pregnant?" And he replied, "oh, your very pregnant, we just can't assume it's ectopic because your pregancy levels are still low which indicate that you are early in your pregnancy." Now we got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to think. I couldn't exactly be happy knowing that it probably wouldn't be a viable pregnancy anyway. I looked at Jasper and said" well we're pregnant" that's an interesting way to find out. Then the funny nurse came back and said, "well we are waiting for someone to take you into surgery." I didn't know about surgery. She said, "well you have an ectopic pregnancy so they have to remove it from your tube." I was very confused and explained to her what the doctor said. She went to verify and came back apologizing. I was scared that it was a sure deal, it being ectopic. But she just didn't get the latest news from my gyno. She said that I was going to get a laparoscopy so my gyno can get an actual look at what the mass was in my tube. The laparoscopy is when they make 2 incisions one in my belly button, and one above my pelvic area. There's a camera that goes in and takes pictures of what's inside. I got moved to the OR area, and there I met with my gyno and the anesthesioligist. My gyno informed me of what the risks were and what she may have to do. If it was ectopic, she would have to remove the egg, possibly one of the fallopian tubes. It definitely wouldn't be a viable pregnancy. I looked at Jasper and let him know that I was ok, and that we'd get through it. Then the anesthesiologist got me started as we were moving towards the OR, Jasper gave me a kiss and as my bed was rolling, I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and I was in another room. I remember dreaming and confused about what was going on. A nurse came by and right away told me that I was still pregnant. It took a while for everything to click then I was surprised and relieved. Jasper came and we got discharged that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, the aftermath of the anesthisia was horrible. I threw up on the way home, threw up that afternoon. I was soooo nauseated for 2 days. My throat was sore from the tubes I didn't know were down my throat during surgery. It was miserable. Jasper's mom came by and helped nurse me when Jasper had work. Nancy took me to my doctor appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass was actually a pregnancy supportive cyst which was good. And there was no sign of the egg being in my tubes so far. There was some fluid in my abdomen which may have been there due to the overactivity of my ovaries because of the Clomid. My gyno later told me that we would have to play the waiting game. Until she saw a sac or heard a heartbeat, I was high risk, and I was on pelvic rest. No work, no jumping, running, or bouncing. She said no motorcycles, and I laughed and told her that should be easy. Up until my 6th week, I was still having occasional cramping. I found that sleeping on my side helped out at night. Then the nausea hit, and the cramping stopped. But I began morning sickness which lasted all day/night. By week 10, I got an ultrasound and I saw the sac, and heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time. It was amazing. So loud and fast just as it should have been. God has definitely answered our prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/kekGm7.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" 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/8700280364691070257-3396175941195557648?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3396175941195557648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=3396175941195557648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/3396175941195557648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/3396175941195557648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-answered-prayer.html' title='Our answered prayer'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-2017671881500092307</id><published>2008-09-28T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:20:45.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for You</title><content type='html'>I went to see a gyno. She suggested I get started on Clomid 50 mg 1xday for 5 days. I also needed to start using an ovulation kit. The first month I tried Clomid, it didn't work...Then on June 29, 2008 I started menstruating. My Clomid dosage was upped to 50 mg 2x a day. Meanwhile, I was feeling frustrated because everytime I started testing for ovulation I kept getting a big fat NEGATIVE! I cried a lot, I threw fits a lot (not like me at all.) I got through the last day where ovulation was most likely to happen, and I got another negative. That night, Jasper went to sleep early, and I cried and decided to speak to Jesus. I started off by studying the book Psalm, starting with &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=86&amp;amp;version=49"&gt;Psalm 86 &lt;/a&gt;and was reminded of the praise our God deserves through the good and bad. I realized that I was making all of this about me, and not about the One who had the power and insight to give me what I wanted when He knew it would be the right time. I asked him for patient heart. The very next morning, I got a positive for ovulation on cycle day 18.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700280364691070257-2017671881500092307?l=ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2017671881500092307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8700280364691070257&amp;postID=2017671881500092307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/2017671881500092307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700280364691070257/posts/default/2017671881500092307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourfavoritestory.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-for-you.html' title='Waiting for You'/><author><name>DEW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200534183897050886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SN-8WHGLP5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qmv-6Lz3LaA/S220/small+he+loves+it.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700280364691070257.post-2017791547804085137</id><published>2008-09-28T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:12:04.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When we knew we were ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SOlXeWC5EII/AAAAAAAAABk/mf3w3B6HRTY/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253826619129794690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qs5yFjdDS7g/SOlXeWC5EII/AAAAAAAAABk/mf3w3B6HRTY/s200/DSC02673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I grew up in a big family. When I was about 11, my cousin, Ate Grace came to live with me, my sister Diane, and my parents. She was pregnant. When she gave birth, I was given lots of opportunities to take care of the baby, and I loved it. Babies are so cute and loving. From then on I knew I just loved kids. Until this day, everytime I see one at church I'm smiling at them. If we're in an elevator I'm trying to make some stranger's baby laugh. So I guess you could say I've always known I wanted kids. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my husband Jasper and I got married on December 16, we knew that we needed to be in prayer for God's direction in family making. See, I have PCOS. Or atleast symptoms that would suggest I have it. Very infrequent periods, and multiple cysts in my ovaries. After a year of being married, I got very concerned about the probability of getting pregnant, especially as I got older. I brought it up to Jasper and we agreed that since we knew we both wanted a family we wanted to get started. It was about April of 2008. I was relieved to hear that Jasper was ready. 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