<?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-21234989</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:15:27.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tam's thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-7845384335933519171</id><published>2007-09-12T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:51.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Adorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RugaIelq95I/AAAAAAAAABg/qz2UlmrQWpc/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RugaIelq95I/AAAAAAAAABg/qz2UlmrQWpc/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109362510204172178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RugaJelq96I/AAAAAAAAABo/Ths-Y4bTLbA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RugaJelq96I/AAAAAAAAABo/Ths-Y4bTLbA/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109362527384041378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the pleasure of staying home with Alex.  There are days when I think I should go back to work.  Especially when we only have one income and don't have enough money to pay for certain things.  Like an extra car payment.  Stupid us for apparently accepting a variable rate.  The two car payment thing should be over soon, then we can pay off the trip to Saskatchewan and the roof.  Today I was thinking about calling work and saying I would go back but only on weekends.  We need the extra money, but then  I turned around to see what Alex was doing and here she was trying to put her sock on.  How can I go back to work and miss all these adorable moment.  She's also giving me kisses when I ask for them.  I guess Dave and I will have to talk about going back to work. I know if I went back to McDonald's it's not worth it.  Day Care is way to much.  Well off to play with Alexandra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-7845384335933519171?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7845384335933519171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=7845384335933519171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/7845384335933519171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/7845384335933519171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-adorable.html' title='She&apos;s Adorable'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RugaIelq95I/AAAAAAAAABg/qz2UlmrQWpc/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-415560987201778989</id><published>2007-09-07T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:51.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's 1st B-day  Is Just  Around The Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RuGHHw4EnqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mm_o-369tw0/s1600-h/DSCF0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RuGHHw4EnqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mm_o-369tw0/s320/DSCF0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107512019863772834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RuGHJg4EnrI/AAAAAAAAABY/XeqkaW5Zlho/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RuGHJg4EnrI/AAAAAAAAABY/XeqkaW5Zlho/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107512049928543922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how time flies.  In less than a month my daughter Alexandra will be 1.  I've always thought of first b-days as not that important, but having my own changed my mind.  It's amazing that in a year how much she's changed and I can't wait to celebrate her b-day.  I don't want a party of 50 kids just a nice little thing with close family.  To the family that can't celebrate her 1st b-day with us on the 5th we understand completely and you can celebrate it another day.  I don't know how long will be in Sudbury for.  I'm hoping we can spend a little time with Ann and the girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-415560987201778989?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/415560987201778989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=415560987201778989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/415560987201778989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/415560987201778989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/alexs-1st-b-day-is-just-around-corner.html' title='Alex&apos;s 1st B-day  Is Just  Around The Corner'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RuGHHw4EnqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mm_o-369tw0/s72-c/DSCF0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-8126106896801443484</id><published>2007-07-28T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T06:33:15.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Training</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the week Dave and I had 2 really bad nights,where Alex refuse to go to sleep in her crib.  This was not like her since she's always slept in her crib at night.  During our trip to Saskatchewan,Dave and I started to take her into bed with us.  We mainly did that so she wouldn't wake everyone else up.  Well it backfired.  When we got back we noticed that's what she wanted.  We then decided it was time to sleep train her.  I called Kim and ask for her advice after a long 5 hrs of crying.  She recommended this book, it's great.  Thanks Kim.  Love you even more now:)  Dave took Friday off so that we could start on Thursday night.  The first night she cried for 25 min non stop, then a few hrs later she would cry for a few minutes.  The first night was good.  We then got her up at 7am to also train her for nap time.   Since she's be born I've always held her during her naps( I love doing).  Well she only cried for 5 min and we also had to get her up.  I know your all thinking why wake a sleeping baby.  The reason behind it, it's so that she can have 2 naps and at set regular time.  This will also help her sleep better at night.  Eventually she will wake on her own.  I find so far that nap time crying is easier and shorter.  We can actually get things done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was great.  She also cried for 25 min.  I couldn't handle it so I was doing some yard work and I also went to Tim's with my dad.  When we got back I was greeted at the door by Dave telling us to be quiet.  SHE"S ASLEEP:)  Oh ya and it's 8pm.  Alex was great she slept the entire night.  One good night.  I'm also glad that Dave is off to help with this since I know I would break down and give in.  Thanks Dave for being here and listening to the crying.  Love you lots.  Maybe now we both won't be so cranky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-8126106896801443484?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8126106896801443484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=8126106896801443484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/8126106896801443484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/8126106896801443484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleep-training.html' title='Sleep Training'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-3092210705918011647</id><published>2007-06-03T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:23:45.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Sudbury and would like to say I'm sorry to those I didn't get to see.  I didn't get to Sudbury until 11pm on Friday and left Sunday at 11am.  We are planning a trip soon but please be patient with us.  The gas prices are high and the blazer uses a lot of gas.  Dave is also busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-3092210705918011647?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3092210705918011647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=3092210705918011647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/3092210705918011647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/3092210705918011647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-1639425014845833723</id><published>2007-04-30T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T07:16:19.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she talking?</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Dave and I swear that we hear Alex say DADA.  I was a little excited.  Well my mom is here for another week and she heard the same thing.  I will try and get it on video for everyone.  I'm also waiting to see what people think about the walking thing.  Please comment on daddy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-1639425014845833723?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1639425014845833723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=1639425014845833723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/1639425014845833723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/1639425014845833723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-she-talking.html' title='Is she talking?'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-6282679709243178531</id><published>2007-04-24T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:54:52.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex walking</title><content type='html'>For those who I haven't phoned to tell.  Alex took her first steps with assistance from my mom.  My mom wasn't helping her move, Alex was doing that by herself.  I have it on video and when Dave gets back on Wednesday if he has time I'll get him to post it.  Marie-Eve I'm posting just for you, so your not to bored.  Talk to you soon&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-6282679709243178531?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6282679709243178531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=6282679709243178531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/6282679709243178531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/6282679709243178531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/alex-walking.html' title='Alex walking'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-2783529107657761565</id><published>2007-04-05T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:42:20.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More</title><content type='html'>I will no longer be blogging.  If I offended my in-laws by not mentioning what they got me for my b-day sorry.  I used the money to go shopping.  I will be using the purse as well.  As for the hair cut I knew Chris couldn`t see.  My own husband didn`t even say my hair was nice.  It was nice blogging but good bye.  I hate pissing people off.  I`m also sorry if I enjoyed the time with my friends.  It was the first time in almost 7  years that I made time for myself and I upset people.  Sorry for wanting a life. &lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-2783529107657761565?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2783529107657761565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=2783529107657761565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/2783529107657761565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/2783529107657761565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-more.html' title='No More'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-7059770088492792275</id><published>2007-04-04T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:52.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQx9QopJNI/AAAAAAAAABA/z3E-iehPqJE/s1600-h/TamAmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQx9QopJNI/AAAAAAAAABA/z3E-iehPqJE/s320/TamAmb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049716010696385746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQx9QopJOI/AAAAAAAAABI/EJie8TTP9rM/s1600-h/TamAmb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQx9QopJOI/AAAAAAAAABI/EJie8TTP9rM/s320/TamAmb2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049716010696385762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the bad pics but I only had a crappy disposable camera at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-7059770088492792275?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7059770088492792275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=7059770088492792275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/7059770088492792275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/7059770088492792275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/job-i-miss.html' title='The Job I Miss'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQx9QopJNI/AAAAAAAAABA/z3E-iehPqJE/s72-c/TamAmb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-7165027039150786965</id><published>2007-04-04T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:53.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>The entire weekend was great.  I had a great birthday.  No snow and sunshine.  The day started early since Alex woke up.  I tried sleeping in but felt guilty so I got up.  Open gifts from Sharon who got me money.  Thanks&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;I've spent it already.  Dave and Alex got me concert tickets to go see Leane Rimes.  Thanks I love it.  Can't wait.  My mom and dad got me some clothes.  In the afternoon after shopping my mom and I went to visit my grandpapa's grave.  I wished him a happy b-day.  That night I went out to dinner with my friends while Dave and Gran babysat.  I didn't get a phone call to come home so I guess everything went well.  SO they tell me.  After dinner I went to Chantal's for a back massage and an eyebrow wax.  She's taking aesthetic so  I was the guinea pig.  She did a good job.  Oh ya I also got a hair cut but no one notice.  I'm assuming it looks horrible and everyone would rather just not  say anything.  That's about it.   We are getting ready for the weekend.  Gran, Kim, Steve and Gordie are all here.  Should be fun.  My sister might be here as well if she is feeling better.  I've attached a couple of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQxQAopJLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ld2hE4J23Zc/s1600-h/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQxQAopJLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ld2hE4J23Zc/s320/161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049715233307305138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQxQQopJMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tYX5G7RMpEY/s1600-h/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQxQQopJMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tYX5G7RMpEY/s320/163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049715237602272450" 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/21234989-7165027039150786965?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7165027039150786965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=7165027039150786965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/7165027039150786965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/7165027039150786965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RhQxQAopJLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ld2hE4J23Zc/s72-c/161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-2380040245764891327</id><published>2007-03-29T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:41:52.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American What?</title><content type='html'>I just found out who got voted off.  What's up with that?  Do they not hear how bad Sanjaya is?  To the little girls out there.  CLEAN YOUR EARS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-2380040245764891327?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2380040245764891327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=2380040245764891327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/2380040245764891327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/2380040245764891327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/american-what.html' title='American What?'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-8391738615623980332</id><published>2007-03-25T13:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:39:22.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-day Weekend</title><content type='html'>As most of you know my birthday is fast approaching.  I will be turning 32.  A little scary.  I remember turning 20 and that was awful.  Now that I'm a mom I don't care.  The plan for my b-day is that I will be going out with my friends for dinner.  Dave and gran will be babysitting.  I'm hoping Alex behaves for her daddy and gran.  I really don't want a phone call saying please come home.  We do have plans to see all the grandparents.  I'm also hoping we can see the aunts as well.  We will have to plan something.  This year my birthday will be even more special.  It's my first birthday as a mom.  I can't wait to see what Alex bought me:)  I was trying to think of the  3 best birthdays I had and Well here they are.  They are not in any particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From birth to March of 1998 celebrating my b-days with my grandpapa.( We shared the same b-day).  Miss phoning him and saying happy birthday grandpapa and hearing him saying happy birthday catin(means doll in french and it was what our grandparents called us.  I don't even have the correct spelling for it).  Before he passed away he jokingly ask us what we would like for our b-day, if there was an after life.  I responded.  No snow and sunshine.  Lets see what happens on Friday.  If I had one wish it would be to have one more birthday with him.  Grandpapa je t'aime et bonne fete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 30th 2003 Dave proposed( best b-day gift ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2000-2002 one of those year my birthday was around Easter and we celebrated Easter and my birthday with Dana and her family and her family farm.  Her and her mom baked me a bunny shaped birthday cake.  Thanks Dana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm a mom I have one b-day wish and that's for Alex to have a great relationship with her grandparents.  Well I'm off to bed since we are leaving in the morning.  Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-8391738615623980332?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8391738615623980332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=8391738615623980332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/8391738615623980332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/8391738615623980332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/b-day-weekend_25.html' title='B-day Weekend'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-5515423943880931482</id><published>2007-03-25T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:06:25.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-5515423943880931482?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5515423943880931482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=5515423943880931482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/5515423943880931482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/5515423943880931482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/b-day-weekend.html' title='B-day Weekend'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-321636860108680608</id><published>2007-03-19T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:49:09.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Cat</title><content type='html'>Like the title says we have a psycho cat.  I bought a bath mat for the down stairs bathroom, since theres tile and the floor is always cold.  I pick off white since it looks really good with the color of the tile and the rest of the decor.  Well ever since we had this bath mat Logan keeps pooping on it.  we thought maybe he was telling me to clean his litter box more often. It turns out it has nothing to do with that since I keep very clean for him.  I called the vet and there response is simple.  The cat either doesn't like the feel of it or the color.  IT'S A FLIPPING BATH MAT!  Dumb cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-321636860108680608?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/321636860108680608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=321636860108680608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/321636860108680608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/321636860108680608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/psycho-cat.html' title='Psycho Cat'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-1762862066805560991</id><published>2007-03-11T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:53.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RfSSAImSApI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PXubDH7iJSI/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RfSSAImSApI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PXubDH7iJSI/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040814413940130450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Alex isn't really feeling good.  She hasn't eaten much and she's really cranky.  I took a long nap with her.  There was a time, not so long ago that I could just nap by myself and just worry about me.  That has all changed.  It made think about what life was before she was here.  It also didn't help that when Dana called me we had to hang up the phone since someone got really cranky.  It tore me up that I couldn't talk to Dana since I miss her.  We did chat for a little.  Dana is looking forward to meeting her.  I can't wait for her to meet Alex.  Any way this post is going nowhere so here are some pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-1762862066805560991?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1762862066805560991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=1762862066805560991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/1762862066805560991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/1762862066805560991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmp2-hQ9m6E/RfSSAImSApI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PXubDH7iJSI/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-7973289520864925681</id><published>2007-03-07T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:56:55.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Morning</title><content type='html'>This morning we had an appointment at the bank.  I was still in pj's and Dave ask if Rudy was coming with  us for a car ride.  I said yes,  well Dave said the words to Rudy and he got really excited.  I was like,  I'm  not ready.  Dave's like,Oh I though you were.  Here I am just in pj's, hair messy and I haven't even brushed my teeth or even had a shower.  I look awful.  Do I look this bad when I am showered and ready to leave the house?  My own husband can't even tell the difference.  I'm upset, no I'm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; VERY upset&lt;/span&gt; and insulted.  Thanks Dave, you really know how to make a girl feel crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-7973289520864925681?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7973289520864925681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=7973289520864925681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/7973289520864925681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/7973289520864925681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/wednesday-morning.html' title='Wednesday Morning'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-892520760849513454</id><published>2007-03-02T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:25:38.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Disaster</title><content type='html'>Sorry Steve, had to call it that.  Kim, Steve and Gordie were coming for a visit but had to cancel due to uncontrollable sickness.  Steve came down with the flue.  I guess getting a flue shot doesn't work.  I didn't get one this year.  I don't believe in them since, there are always new flues that the vaccine doesn't cover.  If that made any sense.  I was looking forward to the visit.  I'm I making you feel any worst?  Hope not just get better.  We are still expecting the grandpa and Granny.  We are not to certain what day they come  but they will let us know.  Dave and I will use the time to finish up some cleaning.  I managed to put his dresser in my closet.  This way there is more space in the spare room.  WE are now looking at getting rid of some old shelving from Dave old old computer desk.  It's just in our room collecting dust bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has been doing well napping in her crib.  She'll go down at 1pm and nap till about 3pm.  So far so good.  Well lunch is ready.  Hope you feel better soon Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-892520760849513454?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/892520760849513454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=892520760849513454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/892520760849513454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/892520760849513454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-disaster_02.html' title='Weekend Disaster'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-323170494214030246</id><published>2007-03-02T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:25:15.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Disaster</title><content type='html'>Sorry Steve, had to call it that.  Kim, Steve and Gordie were coming for a visit but had to cancel due to uncontrollable sickness.  Steve came down with the flue.  I guess getting a flue shot doesn't work.  I didn't get one this year.  I don't believe in them since, there are always new flues that the vaccine doesn't cover.  If that made any sense.  I was looking forward to the visit.  I'm I making you feel any worst?  Hope not just get better.  We are still expecting the grandpa and Granny.  We are not to certain what day they come  but they will let us know.  Dave and I will use the time to finish up some cleaning.  I managed to put his dresser in my closet.  This way there is more space in the spare room.  WE are now looking at getting rid of some old shelving from Dave old old computer desk.  It's just in our room collecting dust bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has been doing well napping in her crib.  She'll go down at 1pm and nap till about 3pm.  So far so good.  Well lunch is ready.  Hope you feel better soon Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-323170494214030246?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/323170494214030246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=323170494214030246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/323170494214030246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/323170494214030246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-disaster.html' title='Weekend Disaster'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-5374620515092302817</id><published>2007-02-28T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:05:10.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex</title><content type='html'>Today I managed to get Alex to take her nap in her crib.  It was amazing.  Her nap lasted 2 hours:) My mom and I got some cleaning done.  Not as much as I would of liked.  We spent a lot of time trying to clean the treadmill.  It got really dirty during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reno's&lt;/span&gt;.  The contractor didn't cover it very well.  Alex is playing and having fun.  I should get back to the baby and cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-5374620515092302817?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5374620515092302817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=5374620515092302817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/5374620515092302817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/5374620515092302817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/alex.html' title='Alex'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-1703039942398923667</id><published>2007-02-27T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:18:37.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr.'s appointment</title><content type='html'>Today Dave and Alex had Dr's appointments.  Dave has a throat infection or something like that an I wanted the doc to check Alex out.  Poor Alex ended up getting a needle.  i felt bad.  I guess we were behind in her needles.  Dr.  says her lungs are clear so I guess we just wait till her cold works it's self out.  In the mean time we deal with a cranky and tired daughter.  She still smiles lots so that's a good thing.  She is looking forward to her Auntie Kim, Uncle Steve, Cousin Gordie, Grandpa and Granny come this weekend.  It  will be a busy one but loads of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has changed a lot, so for all of you to see her for the first time since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; is great.( I think that was the last time).  To Gran, get on a bus and come visit.  We are trying to plan a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sudbury&lt;/span&gt; at the end of March but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; don't be upset if we are not in town long.  It's my b-day and want to go out with my friends for dinner.  I will do my very best to please all of you but it's my weekend so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not be disappointed.   &lt;/span&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not ready&lt;/span&gt; to leave Alex with anyone yet.  Not even her daddy.  She only wants her mommy. I will do my very best to please all the grandparents.  Well off to finish cooking supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-1703039942398923667?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1703039942398923667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=1703039942398923667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/1703039942398923667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/1703039942398923667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/drs-appointment.html' title='Dr.&apos;s appointment'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-2349697113442143356</id><published>2007-02-22T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T17:23:08.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex On The Move</title><content type='html'>The last week or so Alex has been on the move.  What I mean is that if we lay her down on the floor on her play mat, she will not be laying in the same position.  Sometimes she's not even near her mat.  The other day she moved about 4 inches away and was facing a totally different direction.  She's even doing this in her crib.  Just wanted to share this moment.  Oh ya, she's on the verge of giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-2349697113442143356?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2349697113442143356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=2349697113442143356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/2349697113442143356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/2349697113442143356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/alex-on-move.html' title='Alex On The Move'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-3236310960207706083</id><published>2007-02-17T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:36:34.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Alone</title><content type='html'>Another night by myself.  I used to like being by myself, but now I crave adult conversation or just to hang out with my friends.  Most of them are back home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sudbury&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't get to see them much even when we go home.  The reason for that is we are home to visit family.  Don't get me wrong but I love all my Family but a girl needs her friends.  We only come home for a few days, so trying to visit everybody all at once is very hard and time consuming.  It's hard to make new friends here.  Especially when I can't really take the little one out  for a walk. I hang out once in awhile with Claudia next door but she's very busy.  They have there house up for sale:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Kelvin Bear who we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotland&lt;/span&gt; with will be in TO for a course.  I hope we can all get together.  The sad part is that Marie-Eve and there son William are still in Regina:)  Well Alex has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; in her chair for a long time and I think she needs a bum bum change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-3236310960207706083?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3236310960207706083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=3236310960207706083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/3236310960207706083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/3236310960207706083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/left-aloneeve.html' title='Left Alone'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-117139813583464051</id><published>2007-02-13T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:22:15.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>The other day I got a cold and now I feel like I got run over.  The worst part is that I still have to take care of Alex.  Dave took the day off yesterday to help out.  What a sweetie.  If I knew I was going to be sick this week I would of gotten my mom to come up this week instead of last week.  oh well life sometimes just sucks.  I was taking a nap but my sister phoned.  It never fails, when you are just about to fall asleep the phone rings.  Well I think Alex is waking up from her nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-117139813583464051?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117139813583464051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=117139813583464051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117139813583464051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117139813583464051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-117095032023397833</id><published>2007-02-08T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:58:40.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special delivery</title><content type='html'>Since no body commented and the beautiful pics of my daughter maybe you'll reply to this. Our new computer has just arrived and I'm the first one to see it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-117095032023397833?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117095032023397833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=117095032023397833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117095032023397833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117095032023397833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/special-delivery.html' title='Special delivery'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-117088322374564655</id><published>2007-02-07T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:20:23.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months old</title><content type='html'>The other day Alex turned 4 months old. I can't get over the things she can do. She has been trying to sit up. My mom and I have been encouraging her for the last week. She's getting good but hasn't succeeded all the way. Just wanted to share a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1660/2146/1600/474929/DSCF0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1660/2146/200/608086/DSCF0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1660/2146/1600/710068/DSCF0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1660/2146/200/676460/DSCF0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1660/2146/1600/508913/DSCF0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1660/2146/200/407751/DSCF0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1660/2146/1600/810808/DSCF0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1660/2146/200/297590/DSCF0018.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/21234989-117088322374564655?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117088322374564655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=117088322374564655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117088322374564655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117088322374564655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/4-months-old.html' title='4 months old'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-117079780796381859</id><published>2007-02-06T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:36:48.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>My mom is here for a little visit. Yesterday we went to the Cookstown mall. It was very dead in there. She's never been there. Dave also wanted to go to look for a new a pair of jeans. A few months back he found some at this designer depot store. They were Tommy Hilfiger and he got at a cheap price. He loved them so much he wanted another pair so we stop at the Tommy store at the Cooks Town Mall. Most of you know I refuse to pay a lot for cloths. Especially for a baby. BUT if I find them on sale a great sale I will buy. I found some stuff for Alex at Tommy really really good deal. I bought her 2 pairs of pants and 2 shirts and it all cost about 50$. Everything was 50% off plus an additional 60% off. Cool or what. I could of spent more but Dave was with me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Alex has more cloths than me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-117079780796381859?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117079780796381859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=117079780796381859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117079780796381859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117079780796381859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-117046507722249704</id><published>2007-02-02T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:11:17.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait</title><content type='html'>I was just reading my father in law's blog and I am so excited for the wedding. Lynds your so lucky to have great parents that are helping. I'm certain you are all having fun. I was thinking about October since it's someone's 1st b-day the day before. How cool that Ann will be there. I don't think everyone has been together for a very long time. I miss the girls. It's going to be a fun day. Well someone is screaming so that's it for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-117046507722249704?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117046507722249704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=117046507722249704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117046507722249704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/117046507722249704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116984533534864098</id><published>2007-01-26T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:02:15.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Cold Day</title><content type='html'>I had good intentions to go to HomeOutifitters today but decided to stay home. I'll maybe go tomorrow. I'm looking for a cabinet for our DVD, receiver and bell receiver. That one part of the room is ugly and driving me crazy. Hopefully next time Dave is off my uncle can come over to help finish the baseboards. We did however managed to hang a couple of pics of the pets. The location is a secret. Just kidding. Dave hung them up in the kitchen. I think they look great there. We will also be hanging our engagement pic and Alex's side by side. The location is unknown at this time. I managed to get another fire going:) Should be warm and cozy in here really soon. I'm amazed at how fast the fire place heats up down here. The fireplace doesn't even have a fan to circulate the heat. Well That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone received there pics yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116984533534864098?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116984533534864098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116984533534864098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116984533534864098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116984533534864098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-cold-day.html' title='Another Cold Day'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116976229605655026</id><published>2007-01-25T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:58:16.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did Good</title><content type='html'>After a couple of hours of freezing downstairs I decided to build a fire. I managed to get one going. A really good one. I hope I can keep it going. Alex is sleeping on the sofa. She's so adorable. Everyone should get there pics soon. Let me know when you get them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116976229605655026?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116976229605655026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116976229605655026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116976229605655026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116976229605655026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-did-good.html' title='I Did Good'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116939387670766192</id><published>2007-01-21T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:37:56.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grant Clan and White Clan</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let all of you know that on Monday I will be mailing out your copy of Alex's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116939387670766192?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116939387670766192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116939387670766192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116939387670766192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116939387670766192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/grant-clan-and-white-clan.html' title='The Grant Clan and White Clan'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116907483648887105</id><published>2007-01-17T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:00:36.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Does she Look Like?</title><content type='html'>The last couple of days I came to the conclusion that Alex does look like her dad. I've always hope that if I ever had a daughter she would look like me. No offence Dave. Today I was talking to my mom and she told me that her cousin said to her that Alex looks like my grandpapa(my mom's dad). I was almost in tears. I've been thinking about him lately. I know that if he was alive today he would be the best great-grandpa to her. It's amazing that such a small person can look like so many people. It's also comforting knowing that maybe she looks a little like him and that if I close my eyes for a few seconds and re-open them I can see him. I miss him dearly. I hope my mom can track down some baby pics of him, so I can compare. That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116907483648887105?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116907483648887105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116907483648887105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116907483648887105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116907483648887105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-does-she-look-like.html' title='Who Does she Look Like?'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116853495920842412</id><published>2007-01-11T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:02:39.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Night</title><content type='html'>To answer Ann's question. My night was horrible. I don't like being home alone especially at night. I woke up at around 1am. I was facing the closet and I thought I could see someone in my closet so I yelled. Not that there was anybody home to protect me. I felt like a total dumb ass. I closed the closet door and hope that I did not wake Alex. We have a dog you would think he would of woken up when I screamed. NOT AT ALL&gt; He didn't even make a noise. He's so useless. I wanted a dog to protect me when we were living in Northern Saskatchewan. He was somewhat protecting me there but here, I think he could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann I'm totally with you on there new blog theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116853495920842412?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116853495920842412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116853495920842412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116853495920842412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116853495920842412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-night.html' title='My Night'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116848990801378528</id><published>2007-01-10T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:31:48.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>It looks like I will be alone tonight with Alex. I'm extremely scared. What if she wakes up and I can't calm her down. I have no one. If it was that bad I guess I could call my uncle. Dave will be away until late tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Mississauga to visit my sister. She was getting some test results and wanted me there. I left home at 1:30 pm and was back by 10pm. That was my first trip from home without Dave. I took hyw 27 by doing that I avoided the 400 and 401. I don't think I will be doing that 1 hr trip for awhile. I was scared since the blazer is in need of a new bearing and it also started to shake. My dad ordered the bearing for us. He gets a really good deal. The part is normally 590$(midas) 390(part source) and I'm paying 175.45$. He will be shipping it to me on the bus. If I can only get him to fix it. Well I'm off to bed. Oh ya, the last 2 nights Alex slept all night:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if Gordon is walking yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116848990801378528?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116848990801378528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116848990801378528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116848990801378528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116848990801378528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116805063706127144</id><published>2007-01-05T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T18:30:37.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months Old</title><content type='html'>That's right Alex is now 3 months old and she is teething. She has been very cranky the last week. She has also decided that she no longer wants my breast. We are now almost completely feeding her formula. She will take the breast in the morning. I feel so rejected. I read that babies who teeth this early can reject the breast. I wonder why. She did however sleep through the night. She went to in her crib at 11pm and woke up at 7am. I enjoyed my sleep. I'm not certain she will do the same tonight since she has been crying since about 6pm and it's now 9:30pm. Alex didn't sleep much today so we are hoping that she is over tired. Well I should go and try and put her to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116805063706127144?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116805063706127144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116805063706127144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116805063706127144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116805063706127144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/3-months-old.html' title='3 Months Old'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116698528802500741</id><published>2006-12-24T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:34:48.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayley</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great birthday.  Wish we were with you to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;love Auntie Tammi, Uncle Dave and Alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116698528802500741?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116698528802500741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116698528802500741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116698528802500741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116698528802500741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/kayley.html' title='Kayley'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116620965267236053</id><published>2006-12-15T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:07:32.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex</title><content type='html'>I can't get over how fast Alex is changing. She can now stand up and sit up(with our help), She is also more alert. Dave and I think she'll be walking before Gord:) I know were just dreaming. Christmas is next week. Can't wait for all of you to see Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116620965267236053?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116620965267236053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116620965267236053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116620965267236053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116620965267236053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/alex.html' title='Alex'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116551977323546629</id><published>2006-12-07T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:29:33.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lyndsay</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday.  I'm sorry I'm a day late.  Hope you forgive me.  Alex is keeping me very busy and I lose track of the days.  Hope you had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;Love Dave , Tam and Alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116551977323546629?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116551977323546629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116551977323546629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116551977323546629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116551977323546629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-lyndsay.html' title='For Lyndsay'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116527854817361821</id><published>2006-12-04T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:29:08.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is the day that Dave and I started dating. Dave doesn't think this date is no longer important. I think it's very important. As of today we have been together for 14 years but married for only 1 1/2 years. Well honey I still think this day is very special so Happy Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and thank you for 14 amazing years and I am looking forward to many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116527854817361821?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116527854817361821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116527854817361821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116527854817361821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116527854817361821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116483733690923588</id><published>2006-11-29T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:55:37.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>This Sunday we will be going to London to celebrate Gordies 1st b-day. Should be fun. It will also be the first time we make a long trip with Alex. Should be interesting to see how she handles a long car ride. My mom is also coming for a week. She will be here on Sunday. Maybe we will see Lynds and Colin as well. I should go start supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116483733690923588?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116483733690923588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116483733690923588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116483733690923588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116483733690923588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116431942432594405</id><published>2006-11-23T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:03:49.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's Dr's appointment</title><content type='html'>Today Alex had a Dr's appointment. She had her first needle. She only cried a little. I felt really bad. Alex is now 10 lbs 2oz. We are now waiting for daddy to come home. He's off for the weekend. My friend Chantal is coming for a visit on Sunday. Not much else going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116431942432594405?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116431942432594405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116431942432594405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116431942432594405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116431942432594405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/alexs-drs-appointment.html' title='Alex&apos;s Dr&apos;s appointment'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116423281555123506</id><published>2006-11-22T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T14:00:19.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Andrea</title><content type='html'>Wanted to ask you this when we spoke on the phone but totally forgot. Can we get gift ideas for the girls? Went shopping today and could not find anything that I thought they would like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116423281555123506?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116423281555123506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116423281555123506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116423281555123506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116423281555123506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-andrea.html' title='For Andrea'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116390682518737075</id><published>2006-11-18T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:27:05.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did The Day Go?</title><content type='html'>I started the day around 9am. Nothing to much planned. Sheri is on her way and we are going shopping. It's now 8pm. Didn't get much shopping done since Alex was cranky. We came home and had to deal with the cranky baby. She hasn't been to happy the last few days. Anybody want her?:) Just kidding. Tonight Dave and I watched a movie. ALFIE. Very boring and dumb. We also are using the fireplace. Dave made a nice fire. It take a while before it heats the basement, maybe we will get a fan for it. Alex is once again very cranky. Dave managed to console her and she sitting snuggly in her car seat. I'm thinking of leaving her in the car seat for the night. Well that's all folks. Oh ya Kim we did have 3 really bad poops. Maybe Dave will write about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116390682518737075?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116390682518737075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116390682518737075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116390682518737075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116390682518737075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-did-day-go.html' title='Where Did The Day Go?'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116378192657713546</id><published>2006-11-17T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:45:27.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie</title><content type='html'>Alex is now 6 weeks old. Ican't believe how fast it's going. She had another good night last night. Another 5 hr sleep. The only thing is that it took her almost two hrs to fall asleep. Dave help with her last night. I just wanted to go to sleep. Thanks for the help Dave. I feel bad for Dave, when he gets home from work I need a break from Alex so I expect her to go to her dad. Well she cries when she with him. It kills me. I remember when Abby was a baby and I would ho;ld her she would cry. It would kill me. How can my niece not like it when I hold her. It eventually stopped but he's her father he should be able to calm her. I know I have the magic tool and the touch but please I need a break sometimes. Have to go she's waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116378192657713546?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116378192657713546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116378192657713546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116378192657713546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116378192657713546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/cutie.html' title='Cutie'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116372072870039759</id><published>2006-11-16T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T15:45:38.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Grant and White Clan</title><content type='html'>Dave and I were wondering if we are doing a gift exchanged among the brother and sisters or are we just concentrating on the little ones. We were thinking maybe doing what we did last year or a couples gift. What does everyone think? Individual gifts are fine with us but we are limited. Please let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116372072870039759?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116372072870039759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116372072870039759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116372072870039759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116372072870039759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-grant-and-white-clan.html' title='To The Grant and White Clan'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116368840004373993</id><published>2006-11-16T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T06:46:40.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Good Night</title><content type='html'>Alex slept in her crib last night and slept for 5 hrs. Is this the beginning of sleeping through the night. We will see what happens tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116368840004373993?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116368840004373993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116368840004373993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116368840004373993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116368840004373993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-good-night.html' title='Another Good Night'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116364354555726317</id><published>2006-11-15T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:19:05.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry it took me so long to update the results. I'm still waiting for a phone call from the pediatrician office. I did phone our family doctor and they said she had a normal ultrasound. I will know more when we go in on the 23 for her first set of needles:( . Last night Alex slept in her car seat in the crib and she slept for 5 hours:) It was really nice. I'm thinking of doing the same tonight. That's all for now. Alex is fussing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116364354555726317?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116364354555726317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116364354555726317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116364354555726317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116364354555726317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116302585803627862</id><published>2006-11-08T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:44:18.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>Today was Alex's ultrasound.  All went good. The doctor will have the results tomorrow, I'm hoping all is good.  I'll keep everyone posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116302585803627862?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116302585803627862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116302585803627862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116302585803627862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116302585803627862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/alexs-ultrasound.html' title='Alex&apos;s Ultrasound'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116277002707798205</id><published>2006-11-05T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:40:27.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex is 1 Month Old :)</title><content type='html'>Today is the fith and Alex is now 1 month old. One month down and many many more to go. Life the last month flew by. I love Alex but man, she's a night owl and I'm still trying to break her out of that. I've been told it will get better. To everyone who said that to me, I have one question for all of you. WHEN DOES IT GET BETTER. I knew it was going to hard but the hard part is when Dave works evenings and I'm trying to get her to bed and she fusses for ever and I have no one to help. I've told Dave that I would let him sleep when he has to work, well I had to wake him up for help a few times. I'm sorry Dave and thank you for not getting upset with me when I need your help. I love you and Alex thanks you for helping her as well. I also want to thank you Dave for getting up in the mornings and taking her downstairs so I can get a few more hours of sleep. I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116277002707798205?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116277002707798205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116277002707798205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116277002707798205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116277002707798205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/alex-is-1-month-old.html' title='Alex is 1 Month Old :)'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116222873570439218</id><published>2006-10-30T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:18:56.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Sleeper</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know Dave, you all know that he doesn't do well without sleep and that he is a sound sleeper. I was reminded of that the last couple of nights. He doesn't even hear his own daughter wake up crying. When we brought her home from the hospital we put the baby monitor on his side of the bed and also turn the volume on high. He managed to hear her for the first little while since I couldn't get out of bed to quickly(c-section). Well now that I'm able to move a little better it seems like he's tuned us out. I get no help from him at night. I even call out for him and he still doesn't wake up. The funny thing about this situation is that he sleeps all night gets up and at this very moment he is on the recliner with Alex snoring away. Who gave him permission to take a nap. I was up every 21/2 hours for 2 hrs with Alex. I think I need the nap. He does let me sleep. He'll take Alex downstairs, but I'm still up to feed her. How to resolve this problem? Oh ya NO MORE KIDS:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other problem is that when we had company Dave moved Rudy into our bedroom. Here I have this big ass kennel on my side of the bed that makes it hard for me to get in and out of bed. I also have Dave snoring on one side of me then I have the dog on the other. I still haven't decided who snores louder, as of last night they are pretty much even. Rudy does bark and run in his sleep.(he's in his kennel). I think I will send both boys to sleep in the other room. Sorry honey, I love you but I need sleep when I can get it. Well I'm off to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116222873570439218?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116222873570439218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116222873570439218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116222873570439218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116222873570439218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/sound-sleeper.html' title='Sound Sleeper'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116198057469539936</id><published>2006-10-27T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:22:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Dave</title><content type='html'>Dave's back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116198057469539936?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116198057469539936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116198057469539936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116198057469539936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116198057469539936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-home-dave.html' title='Welcome Home Dave'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116165510684857256</id><published>2006-10-23T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:58:26.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would be one of those moms that would be jealous if her husband got to do things she couldn't. Well I discovered tonight that I am. Dave is away on a training course and as I'm writing this he is sitting in a movie theater having fun, forgetting about us( Alex and me). I'm about to give her a bath and feed her and put her to bed and hoping that she sleeps for 3 hours. I would love to see a movie. When is it my turn. I knew that having a kid would change my life. I'm looking forward to my day when Dave is home alone with our princess. I hope you are having fun and can't wait till your home. We both miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116165510684857256?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116165510684857256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116165510684857256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116165510684857256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116165510684857256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116093303852840963</id><published>2006-10-15T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:23:58.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Andrea</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the gift. I look forward to going shopping. I think I will use it at the designer Depot. I like that store. It has great stuff cheap. Thanks again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116093303852840963?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116093303852840963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116093303852840963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116093303852840963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116093303852840963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-andrea.html' title='For Andrea'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-116070752517248835</id><published>2006-10-12T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:45:25.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days old</title><content type='html'>It's been a wonderful experience and can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I've been really tired since my iron is really low and trying to recover from the c-section as well. I still have a lot of pain and trouble getting around the house. Dave has been a great help. He 's getting up with Alex and I since it takes me forever to get out of bed. My mom is a great help also except that she is spoiling Alex. Holding her all the time. We are having problems putting Alex to bed at night. She will only sleep in someone's arms. The last 2 nights it took us until 2 or 3 am to get her to sleep in her crib. Last night I fed her for what feels like 2hrs straight. We are also giving her a little formula. That doesn't seem to help. I'm hurting from her feeding lots. Tomorrow I'm going to a breastfeading clinic to see if they can help. Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dave for all your help. your a great dad. Love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-116070752517248835?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116070752517248835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=116070752517248835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116070752517248835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/116070752517248835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/7-days-old.html' title='7 days old'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115991197616355484</id><published>2006-10-03T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T14:46:16.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day</title><content type='html'>Dave said that the last 9 months went by fast. At first I didn't think so, maybe because I was able to feel her. I do agree somewhat that the last 2 weeks flew by. Tomorrow is October 4th and it will be her birthdate. I look forward in meeting the little girl that's been kicking, turning and growing inside of me. I can't wait to hold her. We are so excited to finally see her. I've been wondering who she will look like. The only certain thing I know is that if she looks anything like me she will also look like her auntie Sheri. Our mom's are here. They got here around 2pm. They are so excited. I think they are more excited than we are the soon-to=be-parents. Today I finished the house work. My mom help with the vacuuming. The next few days should be interesting. We will keep everyone posted. we have people phoning people for us. Well that's all I'm off to just hang out. Talk to everybody in a few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115991197616355484?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115991197616355484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115991197616355484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115991197616355484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115991197616355484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-day.html' title='The Big Day'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115957173732568117</id><published>2006-09-29T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:15:37.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor's appointment</title><content type='html'>Today was my last OB appointment. It wasn't all that pleasant. Found out the results of my last blood test. My liver enzymes are up therefore I'm itchy again. Not as bad as the first time but still. The doc said she is happy we are doing the induction on the 4th. On Sunday I go for one more stress test. She also told me that if I don't feel a lot of movement to just go into the hospital. Today she also check my cervix. OUCH!!!. Dr. Causey has decided that I will not need to go in on the 3rd for the gel. She was able to fell baby's head and said my cervix wasn't as hard as she thought. She will do the gel on the 4th. I will be going to the hospital On Wednesday the 4th at 7:30am. Should be an interesting day. This weekend is our last weekend as a couple. I can't believe we will be parents next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115957173732568117?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115957173732568117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115957173732568117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115957173732568117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115957173732568117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/doctors-appointment.html' title='Doctor&apos;s appointment'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115911805854037333</id><published>2006-09-24T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T10:14:18.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>The last few days I've been reminded by family and friends that Dave and I will be parents. I've been ask if I'm excited. I really don't know how to answer that but my answer is I'm excited to see and hold our daughter. I'm not looking forward to the process that I have to endure to get her. I know it's a part of life but I'm scared. Most people that I know who have had kids tell me it's very painful. Like I couldn't figure that one out. Also I was told that I was a wimp for wanting pain relief or that it's not considered a "natural birth" Who has the right to tell someone that what she wants is not natural or make her feel like she is less of a woman because she chooses what is best for her. My uncle's wife Beth had both kids at home with a midwife. Good for her. As much as I try to be respectful towards her since I love my uncle, if she ask me one more time why I'm not having her at home or why I don't have a midwife I will scream at her. Lets look at the reasons why I'm having my child at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's my life and my body&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to be induced for her health&lt;br /&gt;3. It's not my thing to have a home birth&lt;br /&gt;4. Same as #2&lt;br /&gt;5. What if there were complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've giving Beth all these answers and she still brings it up. I've never let what she says get to me but how stubborn can one person be? She also wants me to update her on the baby and stuff. Well I don't. I tell my uncle but I guess he's not speaking to her. Enough talk about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad will be here sometime today. Dave and soon to be grandpa will be installing the floor in the baby's room. I or Dave will post a pic when it's all done. I guess that's all. I should go put stuff away so they have room to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115911805854037333?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115911805854037333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115911805854037333' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115911805854037333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115911805854037333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115878878648372654</id><published>2006-09-20T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:46:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Rudy</title><content type='html'>Last night was the best ever. Since Rudy is a big dog he doesn't cuddle much. He does lie down beside me but that's it. Last night he curled up beside me and place his head on my chest. It was so adorable. I wish Dave and I would of gotten a pic. I miss him being a puppy( well not all the puppy stages). Had a doctor's appointment today. All is good except that I started to get itchy again. It's not like last time but still. I have to go for more blood work tomorrow and will get the results next week. When I go for my stress test next week my doctor will be there and she will do another ultrasound. Since she's inducing me she want to make certain of the position and size of the baby. Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115878878648372654?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115878878648372654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115878878648372654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115878878648372654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115878878648372654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-rudy.html' title='I Love Rudy'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115861437577312928</id><published>2006-09-18T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:19:35.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm always doing laundry. I can tell you that it's all or mostly Dave's cloths and towels. Considering that my cloths consist of p.j. pants and a t-shirt. It's what is most comfortable at the moment. If I go out then I get dress but the moment I get back I'm back in my p.j.'s. I'm also trying to catch up on house work. Dave and I seem to be very bad at keeping the house clean. I know it will get even worse when the baby is here. The both of us just need to stop being lazy. I'm making a good meal for dinner tonight. Roast Beef. Thanks to my slow cooker:) It's raining here again. Well I should go fold. TTYL&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115861437577312928?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115861437577312928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115861437577312928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115861437577312928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115861437577312928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/never-ending.html' title='Never Ending'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115850952710607845</id><published>2006-09-17T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:12:07.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Intentions</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this weekend might be a waste once again. I had good intentions of doing house work, but Dave has a kinck in his back so I guess I can't really get his help. Last weekend I did a lot of cleaning. The normal stuff like toilets, washing floors, vacuuming and laundry. Well after that I was in mega pain that I guess I did way to much by myself. Dave and I did manage to clip Rudy's nails. We had a hard time. We usually don't but you should of seen him, he was shaking and huffing and puffing. It was funny. I'm always scared to clip his nails and make him bleed, well I did make him bleed. I felt so bad. He got blood all over my carpet and kitchen floor. I don't think he will ever let me clip his nails again. He will hate us even more today since he is in desperate need of a bath. Dave will be doing that. The roles will be switched around this time. I will enjoy watching since that is what Dave usually does and he will be doing the hard work. Then again I do bath Rudy better. Dave went to the local hardware store to get a drain catcher to catch all the fur. Can't wait till Rudy smell nice. It will only last about a month. We will be finishing the room today. I will take a pic when it's done. The floor will be in the following week. My dad is coming back this way so he will be installing it.( if he doesn't change his mind again) he is not feeling well. I guess his meds stop working. I just hope he's not to cranky. Since I moved away I haven't been around to witness his depression get worst and I'm not use to it anymore. Well my first Tim Horton's coffee should be here soon, and yes it's decaf. We are also going to try and pick names for our daughter. Everyone will have to wait on that one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115850952710607845?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115850952710607845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115850952710607845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115850952710607845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115850952710607845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-intentions.html' title='Good Intentions'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115842025245337316</id><published>2006-09-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:24:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapy Saturday</title><content type='html'>So the weather once again is crapy. What are we doing this weekend? Well we have shelving to install in the baby''s room and I have the normal house work to do, and hopefully Dave will finish the basement. I would also like my garage back. I'm looking into getting the Blazer detailed(just the inside) but it looks like I will have to wait till Dave is off during the week and that won't be until Sept 30th.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115842025245337316?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115842025245337316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115842025245337316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115842025245337316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115842025245337316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/crapy-saturday.html' title='Crapy Saturday'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115808145323815702</id><published>2006-09-12T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:17:33.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Date?</title><content type='html'>The big event will take place Oct 4th. I might end up with a c-section but hopefully I can deliver naturally. It's all up to the little one. She is being forced out earlier for her safety, hopefully she won't be to upset. If I end up having a c-section and if the grandparents are present( I know my mom will be) and they see her before me, I have one rule. No one except the docs and Nurses and daddy can hold her until I, THE MOTHER can hold her. I think I've earned the right and that also goes for the aunts and uncles. Kim said it was about 20 min after her c-section until she could hold Gord. I can't wait to see and hold her. Had the stress test today and all is good. We meet with the peds doc tomorrow. I can finally ask where she will have the ultrasound done. Here or Sick Kids in Toronto. Well I'm off to catch up on some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115808145323815702?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115808145323815702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115808145323815702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115808145323815702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115808145323815702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-date.html' title='What&apos;s The Date?'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115800464207611524</id><published>2006-09-11T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:57:22.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have a Date</title><content type='html'>I went to the doc today and ask her when she would be doing the induction and she told me, but I haven't told the grandparents so I will post the date later.  Sorry:)&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115800464207611524?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115800464207611524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115800464207611524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115800464207611524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115800464207611524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-have-date.html' title='We Have a Date'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115793030363956417</id><published>2006-09-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T16:18:23.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>The day started out to be very boring. I got up at around 9:30am and made my way downstairs with Rudy for breakfast. Dave was still in dream land since he worked the Clinton b-day bash thing in T.O. He got to see some famous people. If you want to know just ask Dave since all I was interested in was Tim McGraw. Before Dave left for work yesterday I ask if he could take my cell phone with him, since it takes pics and video. Knowing Dave that he would be the perfect cop and not be that type of person but deep down inside I was hoping he would just snap a quick pic of Tim. When I came downstairs this am, the first thing I did was look at my cell phone. Can anyone guess if I got my pic? No pic for his pregnant wife:( Yep I was a little disappointed, but I guess I'll survive. Dave finally crawled out of bed and we began to clean the house. That was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115793030363956417?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115793030363956417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115793030363956417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115793030363956417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115793030363956417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115775449899221106</id><published>2006-09-08T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:28:19.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 WEEKS :)</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. 4 weeks till Oct 8th and possibly the birth of our daughter. The doc said no earlier than Oct 8th and no later than the 15th. My sister has a theory on when the will do the induction. Since most doctors like to be off on weekends and holidays, I will not be induced on the 8,9 or 10th since it's Thanksgiving(hey last year for Thanksgiving we were in Scotland). I guess that only leaves the 11,12,13,14th I think, have no calendar. Ann you never know your niece might be born on your birthday. Sorry grandpa your birthday is too early:) What else in new. We went to Ikea today and to the Yorkdale mall. We went looking at Apple computers. I like them but not my decision to make. We also bought new coffee tables for downstairs and also were looking for a cabinet for our PVR,DVD player and stuff like that. We also found a cd holder we like but we will hold off until we buy a computer and pay that off. The baby's room is almost complete. I can almost take another picture to show the finish product. Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115775449899221106?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115775449899221106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115775449899221106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115775449899221106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115775449899221106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/4-weeks.html' title='4 WEEKS :)'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115764755244698577</id><published>2006-09-07T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:45:52.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep?  What is sleep</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks I've been having a hard time sleeping. I just can't get comfortable. I've tried adding pillows but that just seems to make it worst. When I do finally fall asleep it's Dave's alarm that wakes me up. I can fall back asleep when he leaves but there's one problem, CONSTRUCTION!!!!!!. The construction starts at 7am and goes till about 7pm. When we bought our house, one of the selling features for us was that our back yard back onto a green belt/conservation land. Our realtor told us that there would never be any construction ever. Well being the gullible people we are, we believed her and a year later it's all gone. The forest was our shade from the sun as well as home to a lot of wild bunnies. Where are they now?It sucks but nothing we can do. I'm meeting my dad and sister for lunch. He's helping her move back to Mississauga. Sheri has a job at Richo Canada. She starts monday. Good for her but bad for me:) She said she will be here every weekend to see the baby. That all for now&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115764755244698577?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115764755244698577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115764755244698577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115764755244698577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115764755244698577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/sleep-what-is-sleep.html' title='Sleep?  What is sleep'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115749335530204528</id><published>2006-09-05T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:56:08.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stuff</title><content type='html'>Dave was off during the long weekend. He has planned on doing things around here but being the lazy people we are we didn't accomplish much. We did organize closets and made room for the little ones bathroom stuff. I still need to make room for her towels in the linen closet. I have no idea how yet but I will find room. Dave finished the painting. Wasn't much left to do since my mom(thanks mom) painted the room and the hallway going to the rec room. Dave just had the touch up to do. This weekend my dad will be in town. He's not sleeping here. He will be here for dinner. There's this car show/flea market and I think it's just outside of Barrie. He made some car parts and he will be selling them. After the show is over he will be here for a few days during the week to install the floor in his granddaughters room. Thanks Dad. The only thing is that Dave's at work and therefore my dad will be doing it all by himself. We still have a lot to do before the baby is here. I'm hoping we can get the wood chopped up and order some that we can burn this winter and clean out the garage so I can park in it. I wish I can help with that. Had the stress test again to day. All is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave just wanted to thank you for everything you are doing for me. It means a lot to me. I'm sorry I can't help you with the stuff that's left to do. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115749335530204528?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115749335530204528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115749335530204528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115749335530204528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115749335530204528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-stuff.html' title='Just Stuff'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115705944271642516</id><published>2006-08-31T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:24:04.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby shower</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I had my baby shower last Sunday. I was fun. I got to see everybody I haven't seen in a long time and I also saw Danielle for the first time in almost 7 years. Didn't get much talk time in with her. Chatted with lynds and Kim also not long enough. I had a lot of gifts to open. The games were cut short due to the amount of gifts. After opening them and having them here I realized we don't have all that much stuff. I will go buy more sleepers and diaper shirts. I do have a lot of face cloths,bibs and blankets. One blanket was even hand made by Gran. I also got this very cute stuff animal pig that sings and moves"this little piggy went to the market ect..." bought by granny. I love it. I think I will have more fun with it. I didn't get the big stuff. We still need the play pen which will be bought on Friday since I did get a couple of checks and I have to return a couple of gifts. The high chair we will get closer to when we will need it. The swing I will see if it will go on sale. I will also go buy my breast pump and all the other stuff we need in the next couple of weeks. I bought the stroller/car seat the other day and it was on sale. I still need the jumperoo I will also wait a little to see if it's on sale. I will check tomorrow. The task I have now is to find a place for everything. My mom is here until Saturday, she is painting for us. Hopefully by tomorrow we can get everything else in order. I have a doctor's appointment in the morning. We will find out the results of the ultrasound, stress test and blood test. That's all for now. I'm off to clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115705944271642516?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115705944271642516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115705944271642516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115705944271642516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115705944271642516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-shower.html' title='Baby shower'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115655918632919689</id><published>2006-08-25T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:26:26.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>It's Friday night and I'm home alone since Dave is working overtime. The PM is in town. Dave should be home by midnight. We are going to Sudbury tomorrow morning. I found out about my baby shower. It will be nice to see everyone. The only thing that makes me sad is that Chris and my friends from Saskatchewan won't be there and also Dave's Step-sis and nieces from B.C. Sometimes life just sucks. I found out that our friends Scott and Amy got engaged. Congrats to them. Our dog Rudy is being a big baby. Dave isn't home yet so he's missing his dad and I couldn't take him for his walk since it's raining. POOR Rudy, life is so hard for a dog. I've been spoiling him with treats and he's also wanting more. No more. It's also pass his bed time and I think he wants me to tuck him in. Yep you read it correctly. Our dog needs to be tuck in bed. This means his kennel door closed and locked. What a dog. Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115655918632919689?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115655918632919689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115655918632919689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115655918632919689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115655918632919689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend_25.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115643631337355899</id><published>2006-08-24T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:18:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Around The Corner</title><content type='html'>The other day Kim and Steve were here for a little visit. Steve had ask me what we were doing for Christmas. Dave and I did infact come up with a solution for us that hopefully will work and everyone will be happy. I'm posting about that day since Steve isn't the only one thinking about it. A friend of mine ask what we were doing since it will be our first Christmas with our daughter. I told her our solution and she also thinks it should work. What blows my mind is that we are still in summer and some of us are thinking of the winter. Are we just a little sick? I want Christmas to be enjoyable for my kid just like it was for me. We would all go to my grandparents house for dinner and then we would open our gifts from them and my grandmaman would sit at the piano and play and we would all sing along. I miss those days. Both my aunt and uncle and Karen would come from Elliot Lake and Toronto to Sudbury. We had a blast. I know it's impossible to have everyone in our new family together under one roof but I'm hoping that one day we will. Dave and I said that when we move to another house we will try and go big(without going broke) to have everyone under one roof. Enough about xmas. The forest behind our house is being torn down. Makes me upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115643631337355899?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115643631337355899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115643631337355899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115643631337355899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115643631337355899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-around-corner.html' title='Just Around The Corner'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115619680284168144</id><published>2006-08-21T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:46:42.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things Break</title><content type='html'>For everyone that has been here and for those who tried to sit on our back deck in the middle of the afternoon, all were happy that we have a patio umbrella on my patio table. The sun just beams in our back yard since we have no trees, and the sun gets very hot. Well I went out to open the umbrella to block the sun from coming into the house and heating it and guess what. The stupid thing breaks. This is our 2nd one. When we bought it last year we had not more than a week and it broke, I returned it for a new one and now a year later it breaks. Piss me off. Now I can't even sit back there. The sun will get even worst since the forest behind us is being torn down to build more houses. Maybe I can find an umbrella on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115619680284168144?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115619680284168144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115619680284168144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115619680284168144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115619680284168144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-things-break.html' title='When Things Break'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115610466523732793</id><published>2006-08-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:11:05.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>It's our first wedding anniversary. We will just be going out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115610466523732793?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115610466523732793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115610466523732793' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115610466523732793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115610466523732793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115600405383318383</id><published>2006-08-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:14:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happening here. Dave is on the sofa snoozing. We are going to the mall I think. Tomorrow we are going out to dinner. Next weekend we are going to Sudbury. It's my baby shower. Yep I found out. My sister and Chantal worked really hard to keep it a secret but since I have a registry I noticed stuff was being bought so I put two and two together. There was other things that I clued in on. Sounds like some people might not be around for it. I think Abby is away at her dad's. Miss her. We haven't seen her in a long time. I think by reading my father -in laws blog they won't be around either. I guess we will see who ever is around. I think this might be our last trip to Sudbury until after the baby is born. People are welcome to visit us. With this new complication (itching) I would feel much better staying here, where my doctor is since I will be having two appointments a week. One with her and then my weekly stress test. My dad is coming up sosmetime in September to help Dave put in the floor in our daughter's room. Well I should say he's coming here since there's two car shows around. Well I should go wake up the beast since it is noon and we need to do things in town and around the house. Hope to see everyone soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115600405383318383?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115600405383318383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115600405383318383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115600405383318383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115600405383318383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115592755483297587</id><published>2006-08-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:59:14.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Visit</title><content type='html'>This morning I got a nice visit from the Loney's. They are on their way to Sudbury. It was nice to see them. The only thing is I realized this on my way home is that I didn't even hug, kiss or hold Gordie. I feel bad. There was a couple of times I was going to hold him but then it slip my mind and the he was eating getting his bum changed and so on. Next weekend I'll have to hold him. Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115592755483297587?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115592755483297587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115592755483297587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115592755483297587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115592755483297587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/nice-visit.html' title='Nice Visit'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115568102093364071</id><published>2006-08-15T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:30:21.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update For Those Who Care</title><content type='html'>I've been on my medication now for a week and the itching has almost gone. What a relief. I had a doctor's appointment this afternoon to get my blood results. The one she got back my enzymes were high(before meds) She is waiting for another one that won't come back for another week or so. Next week I go for more blood to see how the meds are working. On the 28th of Aug I go for another ultrasound then on the 29th of Aug and every week after that I go for stress test. IF everything looks good she will induce me no earlier than the 8th and no later then the 15th of October. If for some reason my liver enzymes increase then she will induce earlier. With this type of condition the levels of enzymes can change very quickly. I'm just hoping that our daughter is safe and is born healthy. We also went shopping and I wanted to buy our daughter these jeans and her dad said no. I will get those jeans one way or another :) That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115568102093364071?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115568102093364071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115568102093364071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115568102093364071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115568102093364071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/update-for-those-who-care.html' title='Update For Those Who Care'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115522741060972314</id><published>2006-08-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:30:10.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Will Be Early</title><content type='html'>The other I had a doctor's appointment. I was looking forward to it since I've been itchy like crazy and wanted to know if the blood test would give us any indications to why. Well the results confirmed what my symptoms were to the doc. She informed me that I have Intrahepatic Cholestasis of Pregnancy - ICP. What it is, is that my liver for some unknown reason is sluggish therefore not eliminating the bad stuff. The bad stuff stays in my bloodstream and the only symptom is itchy skin all over and worst at night. That's me. This can be very harmful to the baby. There is a 2% to 3% chance that if she is born after 36 weeks ( research know this) she could be still born. I know the odds are not high but the doc's still think that is high so I'm on this medication that will decrease the chance even more therefore I will be induced at 38 weeks. I will also be going for another ultrasound and for stress tests. I swear this pregnancy hasn't been what I expected. I just want a healthy baby. Dave still wants two and I'm thinking with all this stress is he crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Better news. I had to go pre-register at the hospital yesterday. It was interesting. The nurse tells you all about the rules, how many people I can have in the room with me and so on. I can have two people if I choose to. The only thing I don't like is that the are very strike on the visiting hours. After she is born I can have visitors but only between 4pm - 8pm. They will tell visitor's to leave if they come before then. There is also a waiting room where if family does come to wait for the birth or comes before the visiting hours, we can bring her out to see the family. I'm happy about that. Just wanted to let all the family in on the rules. I'll try and deliver right before 4 pm so that if everyone shows up you can come to the room. That's all for now. I'm going to mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115522741060972314?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115522741060972314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115522741060972314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115522741060972314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115522741060972314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-will-be-early.html' title='Baby Will Be Early'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115466017827950229</id><published>2006-08-03T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:56:18.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>We are finally getting visitor's beside my family. Dave's mom will be here on the weekend. Can't wait. It will be a change to see other people. Kim, Steve and Gordon have been here also. My sister leaves on Saturday and Sharon arrives. I think Dave will enjoy having someone from his family here, I'm certain he's sick of my family. We don't have much plan except taking Sharon to the Vaughn Mall. I'm certain that will be an entire day thing. She loves to shop. Well off to bed to try and get some sleep. I can here my loving husband snoring away:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115466017827950229?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115466017827950229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115466017827950229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115466017827950229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115466017827950229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115447485184974962</id><published>2006-08-01T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:27:31.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conserving Energy</title><content type='html'>Today because it's so hot Dave and I heard on the news that they want the publics help to conserve energy. Being the good people we are, we did. We put our central air at 76 instead of 72-74. (kim and Steve that's perfect for you two). Since Sheri is here I didn't think it would be a big deal since we had to go to town. Well was I ever wrong. It's so flipping hot in here(upstairs) I fell so bad that I had my baby Rudy in his Kennel upstairs. I think my comfort is more important at this time. I now have it set for 73 so I can sleep tonight. That's my complaint for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115447485184974962?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115447485184974962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115447485184974962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115447485184974962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115447485184974962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/conserving-energy.html' title='Conserving Energy'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115444778254398993</id><published>2006-08-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T08:56:22.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready For Our Daughter</title><content type='html'>Since we bought her, her crib and dresser we now have to make room for them. We are changing rooms around. We are putting the computer downstairs, and the computer room is now going to be the guest room. My sister is coming here today to help with all that. I'm hoping that tomorrow I can paint the new guest room. We are also trying to figure out where to put all the junk. Dave has a lot of Maxim mags and I said to put them in the blue box, but Dave being Dave doesn't want some kid to come around on recycling day and take them. I'm like who cares they will be out of my house. He also has tones of other book that I think can either be put in the garbage or donated. Oh well enough of that. back to the cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115444778254398993?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115444778254398993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115444778254398993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115444778254398993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115444778254398993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/getting-ready-for-our-daughter.html' title='Getting Ready For Our Daughter'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115436670307164110</id><published>2006-07-31T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T10:25:03.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crib</title><content type='html'>This morning before Dave went to work we went out and bought our daughter her crib and dresser. They should be in her room next week. Since they are made of good quality wood, they come assembled. I'm certain Dave is happy about that one. We bought floor models since they were 150$ to 200$ cheaper. The crib is actually coming out of the box bran new since they had one in stock. I was hoping they would have had the dresser would have been in stock since it has a couple of scratches, but to me no big deal. The dresser was 499$ for the floor model and 650$ bran new. The crib is a 3 in 1. It's a crib then a day bed then a double. She will have this for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115436670307164110?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115436670307164110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115436670307164110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115436670307164110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115436670307164110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/crib.html' title='Crib'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115421929065313569</id><published>2006-07-29T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:28:10.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results</title><content type='html'>I got my results of my Paramedic exam.  Not good.  I failed.  Next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115421929065313569?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115421929065313569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115421929065313569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115421929065313569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115421929065313569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/exam-results.html' title='Exam Results'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115404588137865279</id><published>2006-07-27T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:18:01.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy Part 2</title><content type='html'>SO I went to the doctor's about my itchy body and well he said that it could be from my enzymes in the liver or something that is causing the itch. I guess everything is out of wack due to the pregnancy. I had to go for a blood test. Hopefully they can figure this out. I'm certain Dave is getting tired of hearing about it and scratching my back for me. My loving husband keeps saying to me get a back scratcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann I will try that cream.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115404588137865279?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115404588137865279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115404588137865279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115404588137865279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115404588137865279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/itchy-part-2.html' title='Itchy Part 2'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115387070075782381</id><published>2006-07-25T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:38:20.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITCHY ITCHY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Like the title says I'm itchy. I've been reading every pregnancy book that I have and the only thing it says is that an itchy belly is normal. If that was the only spot I wouldn't care. I couldn't sleep last night since I was extremely itchy everywhere on my body. I went to the drug store to search for some type of relief. Bought some cream but at the moment no relief. The Pharmacist said to contact my doctor since my doc might want to do a skin test. Since I'm pregnant I phone the OB. Well her secretary says to me it could be an allergic reaction so to phone my family doc. Nice help or what. I will be phoning my family doc in the morning. Just thought I would share my misery. I'm flipping ITCHY&gt; HELP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115387070075782381?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115387070075782381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115387070075782381' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115387070075782381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115387070075782381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/itchy-itchy.html' title='ITCHY ITCHY!!!!!'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115378311576451024</id><published>2006-07-24T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:18:35.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>My dad went home for a 1 1/2 months( Jaquet River N.B.) On his way back to us in Sudbury he came to visit his daughter in Barrie. Well I should say he came to the car show. While he was here he help Dave put up our laundry door and my laundry light. I'm so happy to finally have these. Who would of known that these 2 small things would make a girl happy. I did forget to take a picture before for the judge for when we take our contractor to court for unfinished work. This weekend Dave said he would put up my bathroom mirror. The little things that were left unfinished are almost done. Hopefully by the end of Aug. I want to concentrate on our daughters room incase she's early. Her room is painted but we have decided to put the laminate floor in her room versus putting it on the stairs. We will get carpet for the stair's going to the rec room. I will be ordering her crib ( thanks to gran for that one) and her dresser. Can't wait to put them together. Well I'm off to water the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115378311576451024?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115378311576451024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115378311576451024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115378311576451024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115378311576451024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115354099577075473</id><published>2006-07-21T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:03:15.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Us?</title><content type='html'>Dave and I have been together for many years and during those times we had a lot of obstacles. We over came all of them. I'm getting really tired of obstacles. It doesn't matter if I do good things for people or not. We are always thrown a curve ball and I'm really, really tired. Why can't one simple thing that is supposed to be one of life's happiest moments just be that for us. I'm sorry if some of you have no idea what I'm talking about, but like Dave said in his blog it's personal and those who need to know, know. We have been told by family that it's probably nothing to worry about but once you hear what could happen, how can you forget. July 17th was the worst day of my life and Dave wasn't there to hear it. Thank God my mom was there. I feel like someone is playing with my emotion, testing me. I CAN"T HANDLE IT. I'm losing sleep over this since all I can do is think about her. I'm trying to keep busy so I don't think about it but as I'm writing I'm crying. I though maybe writing might help not this time. Dave is sound a sleep and snoring, I want a hug from him. I want this to be all over. Not soon enough. I'm also scared to have it end, since that beautiful day is going to be the only answer to our worries.   I feel a little better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115354099577075473?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115354099577075473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115354099577075473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115354099577075473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115354099577075473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-us.html' title='Why Us?'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115310406609126576</id><published>2006-07-16T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:41:10.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Horrible Day</title><content type='html'>I woke up in a good mood. I had every intention to go to the paint store and pick up paint. My mom and I are planning to paint the baby room. I was up early to get things ready but was starting to feel a little sick to my stomach. I decided to go for a nap when the phone ran and I got the worst news possible. Marc had passed on and so did Robin. Dave worked with Marc, we are both very upset over the entire situation. We are now waiting to see when the funeral is and if I can go. I think it will be held in Regina. Dave will be attending. That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115310406609126576?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115310406609126576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115310406609126576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115310406609126576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115310406609126576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-horrible-day.html' title='What A Horrible Day'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115290991131759928</id><published>2006-07-14T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:45:15.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update On Exam</title><content type='html'>My exam was 3 hours long and they were hard questions. I thought this exam was going to be one of many but no this was the actual AEMCA( Advanced Emergency Medical Care assistant) certification. I have no idea how I did. The exam were scenario type. The scenario would give you a situation and it would last on page then you had 10 to 12 question to answer on the scenario. I had 120 to do. The last 20 I was running out of time so I read quickly and answered fast. If I pass this and my scenarios that I will do after the baby is born I get my EMCA. Easier than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115290991131759928?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115290991131759928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115290991131759928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115290991131759928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115290991131759928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/update-on-exam.html' title='Update On Exam'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115287139596679308</id><published>2006-07-14T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:03:16.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is The Day</title><content type='html'>It's now 6 am and Dave and I are getting ready to leave for T.O. It is July 14th and it's the day I write one of my equivalence exam. By the time you all read this I will either be writing the exam(9am) or be done.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115287139596679308?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115287139596679308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115287139596679308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115287139596679308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115287139596679308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-is-day.html' title='Today is The Day'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115265375025853216</id><published>2006-07-11T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:35:50.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results Of Second Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the big day. Our 2nd ultrasound. I was nervous since I wanted our baby to be perfect and knowing that she might have something little wrong with her kidneys is killing me. I try not to think about it but I can't help myself. This morning my OB's office called and ask me when my appointment was. This is the 3rd time they have phoned. I'm starting to think that if her secretary can't keep tract of appointments, what kind of Dr is she? While I had this so called disorganized secretary on the phone I ask if they received the results of my ultrasound. The lady said they did and I ask if I could get the results and she told me I had to wait till I see her. I was so shock that all I can say was ok. My appointment isn't till the 17th of July. I immediately broke down and called Dave and work. All I want is to find out if she's ok. Dave told me to phone my family doc. I did and his secretary was so nice that she gave them to me no problem. She said I can relax, that all they want to do is when she is born due an ultrasound. My mind is still not at ease but I guess it will do till the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter won't be a day old and she will have to go have an ultrasound done. It kills me. All I wanted is a healthy baby. For those who haven't clued in, we know that we ae having a girl:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about it is that I don't have to argue with Dave about his boy name selection. Here are some for those who haven't heard&lt;br /&gt;Hammish&lt;br /&gt;Angus&lt;br /&gt;William&lt;br /&gt;Wallace&lt;br /&gt;MErlin&lt;br /&gt;Dave I love you but this is to funny not to make fun of you. Please be nice when choosing a name for our daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115265375025853216?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115265375025853216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115265375025853216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115265375025853216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115265375025853216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/results-of-second-ultrasound.html' title='Results Of Second Ultrasound'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115169269954091069</id><published>2006-06-30T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:38:19.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up?</title><content type='html'>Nothing much going on. My sister and my friend Chantilly are coming for a visit. They should be here for supper. Dave and I are cleaning. I'm also thinking that we have way to much stuff or should I say junk. I guess until the basement is completely finish I can't throw anything out. Dave has been sick this past week so not much of the completion of the reno's are getting done. We had a problem with grouting our tiles. My uncle will be back Sunday to help out. Baby is kicking a lot. Dave has names pick out and some of them are a big no. Well off to finish cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115169269954091069?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115169269954091069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115169269954091069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115169269954091069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115169269954091069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up?'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115109013998999484</id><published>2006-06-23T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:15:40.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Dave will be officially on holidays in 6 hours. Yes I'm counting since I haven't seen him more than 6 hours since he's been back. We have plans to stay here and finish what the contractor started and didn't finish. Tomorrow we will go buy the supplies and on Sunday my uncle will come and help with stuff. We are planning on coming to Sudbury but not until the 8th and that also depends on how much studying I have done by then. We do have people coming to visit us. My sister and Chantal will be here July long and Kim, Steve and Gordie will be here after that. Who knows who else will come. I've been studying all day and I am now taking a break. My plan is to study till about supper time, have supper the take Rudy for a walk, then study till bed time. Hopefully I get lots done. As I'm typing I'm being kicked or poked or whatever by our son. He was quite now he's very active. I only wish Dave could feel him. Well back to the books, well a little snack first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115109013998999484?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115109013998999484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115109013998999484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115109013998999484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115109013998999484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115089996408805061</id><published>2006-06-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T07:26:06.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Dave</title><content type='html'>Today my hubby is coming home. The three of us or should I say the 4 of us miss him lots. He should be home around supper time. We get to eat a meal together. That's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115089996408805061?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115089996408805061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115089996408805061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115089996408805061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115089996408805061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/welcome-home-dave.html' title='Welcome Home Dave'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115082697279064408</id><published>2006-06-20T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:09:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard work</title><content type='html'>I'm officially saying that I do not want to cut the grass ever again. I had to cut the back yard today, everything was going good. I even cut the area on the other side of the fence since that's Rudy's bathroom. I was bringing the lawn mower back to the garage, when I saw a flipping snake crawling or whatever they do going under the two front trees. It freaked me out. I'm hoping it's just a garden snake but all I saw was the end of it. I feel like there's a million on me at the moment. From now on Dave you can cut your grass. I hate snakes. Just thought I would share this horrible moment with all of you. I actually didn't mind cutting the grass. Sorry Dave that is your chore, I now love scrubbing toilets:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115082697279064408?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115082697279064408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115082697279064408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115082697279064408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115082697279064408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/yard-work.html' title='Yard work'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115076843002063378</id><published>2006-06-19T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T18:53:50.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stuff</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I get a phone call from my new Dr. The OBGYN doc. I guess I had my first appointment today and I didn't go. I wish I knew I had one I would of went. I guess my doctor's office forgot to inform that I had an appointment. I also didn't know I had an OBGYN until today. I was ask at my last doc's appointment if I wanted a female. I prefer a female but was told she was pretty busy so I might not get her. That was the last I heard and that was May 31. Now my new appointment and my first with the OBGYN is July 12. So many doctor visits. Enough about that. Dave and I are trying to figure out a way that we can go visit his dad, Chris, Lynds and Colling while they are camping. They will be less than 1 hour away. Our dilemma is that this place doesn't allow pets therefore Rudy can't come. I was thinking maybe Dave should go alone, this way he gets to spend time woith his dad and Rudy isn't left lock up in his kennel all day by himself in the hot weather. This way I can maybe get more studying done. I really want to see everybody but someone has to sacrifice for the kid:) Maybe if it's not to hot we both can go for a couple of hours or something. Dave and I will have to talk about it. If we left Rudy at a Kennel it would cost 35$ for a day and that's expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave will be home on Wednesday sometime then he has to work evenings on Thursday and Friday:( I still don't get to see him. Then we should start his holidays:) I will know more when he gets back. Can't wait to see him. The baby is very active now. He's woken me up a few times. I'm starting to show more I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is leaving tomorrow. Thanks for the help Sheri. Off to watch the rest of the hockey game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115076843002063378?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115076843002063378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115076843002063378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115076843002063378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115076843002063378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-stuff.html' title='Just Stuff'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115068545328753707</id><published>2006-06-18T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:50:53.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day To All</title><content type='html'>Since I couldn't spend father's day with my, I spent it with my uncle. My dad is visiting his home town of BelleDune(formally jaquet River)N.B. He'll be there for another few weeks. My parents or I should say my dad is thinking of moving back home. He wanted to see if he could handle small town living, and his family so he went for a long visit. He's been there since the end of May. He's coming home soon. I'm very surprised he's not back yet. My grandmother can be a very big pain in the ass. She's the type of person who blames her only 2 grandkids for her baby(my dad) leaving home when he was 19. My parents weren't even together or knew eachother then, but yet it's somehow my fault. Nothing much going on except that I can feel the baby kick, move or whatever he/or she is doing. Sometimes it really hurts. Well I'm very exhausted so I'll post another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115068545328753707?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115068545328753707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115068545328753707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115068545328753707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115068545328753707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day-to-all.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day To All'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115056099312846404</id><published>2006-06-17T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:16:33.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Saturday.</title><content type='html'>The weather is beautiful today. Hot and sunny, I can certainly use a swim. I'm doing some housework today and more studying. Since it's hot and I want to cool off the upstairs I put up a foil blanket on my bedroom window. I'm hoping that it will help reduce some of the heat. My uncle put some on his office windows and he said it works. Only time will tell. I was thinking of going to the cookstown outlet mall today. There's this store there called Cambridge bed and bath and there's a tone of stuff. I need some hand towels for the basement bathroom. I also wanted to look for a duvet cover for the spare room. I was also hoping to paint my doors for downstairs. I'm trying to do as much as I can before Dave get home and goes on holidays. The more I do the less he'll have to do. He took time off so we can get stuff in order for the baby and get his house back in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115056099312846404?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115056099312846404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115056099312846404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115056099312846404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115056099312846404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/hot-saturday.html' title='Hot Saturday.'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115046745668888122</id><published>2006-06-16T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:17:37.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my sister and I painted my basement bathroom. My uncle came over in the evening and help with the rest and he also installed my light. The only thing we didn't paint was the ceiling. When I was talking to the paint store the designer said that I should paint the ceiling the same color as the walls, since it's a small room. The words she used was it wouldn't look so boxy. Well seeing the ceiling primed white I think I might paint the ceiling white. I left it for now until Dave gets home from training. The bathroom is almost done, all it needs it the baseboards, door, door trim and grout the tiles. I would take a pic but my hubby took the camera with him. Sorry will get one later. Well I'm off to shop for a mirror since the one I have is to big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115046745668888122?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115046745668888122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115046745668888122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115046745668888122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115046745668888122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-did-it.html' title='I did it'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115032545565015886</id><published>2006-06-14T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:50:55.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F@**#$ Kids.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to hate the kids in my neighborhood. Last year for a weeding gift Dean and Dana got us some really nice solar lights. It had 10 in the box. I placed them along my driveway and up the walk way towards the front door. I can home from shopping and sheri noticed that one was broken. I wasn't yet upset since last year one broke mysteriously(kids), and the way it broke my dad can fix it. Well not this one it's shattered. How flipping rude. The kids play in the middle of the street around cars playing hockey, football and the skateboard as well. I'm more than 100% certain that one of the dumb ass kids didn't catch a football and it hit my nice lights and smashed it into a million pieces. They could of told me instead of running like scared little children. Now I'm thinking of giving up the lights and taking them down. I hate kids. We have a park and a dead end street like 20 feet away. can they not play there? My kids will never do this sort of thing. I'm so upset I have to stop writing and go plant some flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my flowers are even safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115032545565015886?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115032545565015886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115032545565015886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115032545565015886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115032545565015886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/f-kids.html' title='F@**#$ Kids.'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115012856815192513</id><published>2006-06-12T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:09:28.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>I got a phone call from the Dr's office this morning and she informed me that I have to go for another ultrasound. My heart drop. I was starting to panic. A lot of things was going through my head at a high speed, then she said that there was nothing to be concerned about, that because the way the baby was lying that they couldn't get all the pictures they wanted. I was relieved. Then I was thinking that this second ultrasound will give us another look at our little one, and maybe find out if it's a boy or girl. I'm even more excited to hold my pee. NOT as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115012856815192513?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115012856815192513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115012856815192513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115012856815192513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115012856815192513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-ultrasound.html' title='Another Ultrasound'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115007994799291162</id><published>2006-06-11T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:39:08.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>I was thinking that the feeling that I've been feeling is the baby.  This feeling I get is like I'm on a roller coaster.  Could this be it?  I feel like that a few times a day.&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115007994799291162?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115007994799291162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115007994799291162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115007994799291162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115007994799291162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-115004126042889583</id><published>2006-06-11T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:54:21.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Baby Move?</title><content type='html'>For the past several days I've been ask the same question over and over. Not that I'm upset or anything about the question but more concerned. "Did you feel the baby move yet?" is the question. I have some of my friends and family saying I should by now. Well I haven't and am concerned that maybe there is something wrong with the little one. The ultrasound girl doesn't give you any idea if everything is ok, but she isn't a radiologist either. I'm assuming because she showed us the monitor everything is good. My question is why can't I feel him or her? I keep thinking to myself, well everyone's body is different and maybe I'll feel the baby later. I am only starting my 21st week. In the book I've been reading it says anytime now or later I should feel the baby. It still doesn't make me feel any better when you have people asking all the time. I should be concentrating on my big exam and studying for it, but no I'm sitting here worried about something that will eventually happen when it's meant to happen. I'm not upset at people for being excited but just remember I have other more important things at this time to prepare for. My paramedic exam is the most important thing to me at this time. I need to pass this exam so all of you don't think I'm some dumb ass. Don't get me wrong I'm excited for the arrival of our baby but I also want to be able to provide a nice life for him or her so please just be patient if I don't talk about the baby, I am preoccupied with other things at the moment. After July 14th I'll be done my first exam of many and then I can focus on getting things ready for the baby, and hopefully report that I feel the baby move. Now I have to go study since I have company for the next week or so and need to get a jump on that.&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-115004126042889583?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115004126042889583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=115004126042889583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115004126042889583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/115004126042889583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/did-baby-move.html' title='Did Baby Move?'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21234989.post-114986629789882276</id><published>2006-06-09T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T08:18:21.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultrasound Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the big day. We had our first ultrasound. Our first look at our bundle of joy. It was amazing. I'm now more excited to him or her. I would post a pic but this ultrasound place doesn't do pics. I was so upset. I wanted a pic, instead I had to pay 20$ for vcr tape that we can't even watch since we have no vcr. It just sucks. once the ultrasound started I changed my mind about finding out the sex. Well our baby is shy he or she wouldn't let us find out. Sorry to all who wanted to know, We all have to wait till October. We also have a very quiet baby. It didn't move much during the ultrasound. I just hope that doesn't mean our baby will be a little terror. Well that's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21234989-114986629789882276?l=paramedicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114986629789882276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21234989&amp;postID=114986629789882276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/114986629789882276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21234989/posts/default/114986629789882276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paramedicgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/ultrasound-day.html' title='Ultrasound Day'/><author><name>Tam's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17737506440457956631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/383064829_60092e38df_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
