<?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-332509895314395403</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:20:15.951-05:00</updated><category term='Phobia'/><category term='Newlywed'/><category term='Divot'/><title type='text'>The Life of a Newly Wed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-6940101805252549687</id><published>2009-03-23T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:35:06.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving my blog.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be moving my blog to &lt;a href="http://herecomesbabyrogers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://herecomesbabyrogers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; because i'm going to make it open for our family back in Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-6940101805252549687?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/6940101805252549687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=6940101805252549687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6940101805252549687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6940101805252549687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-my-blog.html' title='Moving my blog.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-4511468627486233236</id><published>2009-03-22T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:12:36.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Idea</title><content type='html'>I'm going to go out on a limb and say something I may or may not regret later.......Call me crazy but I think we might we pregnant with twins. My reasoning....My numbers are so high and they are more in the "twin range" than the "singleton range." I guess we will find out on Tuesday when I go in for an ultra sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in for blood work tomorrow and the number has to be over 4,000 and then I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deff&lt;/span&gt;. get an ultrasound sound on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to take this bet with me? ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-4511468627486233236?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/4511468627486233236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=4511468627486233236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4511468627486233236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4511468627486233236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-idea.html' title='Crazy Idea'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-4465306959973380806</id><published>2009-03-20T09:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:33:58.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did a bad thing.....</title><content type='html'>I've done a semi bad thing.....but I can justify it by saying that if it helps my sanity then it will help the baby right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and had my blood done again, even though I know I wasn't suppose to go again until Wednesday. I have been soooooooo nervous thinking that something is wrong and I need to know if something is wrong. At this point I don't even care if I have to pay out of pocket for it, it will make me feel so much better going into the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I could have sworn that I saw a bit of blood but It could be my mind playing tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just be naive like a lot of pregnant people and think nothing will go wrong. Why can't that be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I know I've done a bad thing but if it makes me feel better which in turn helps me calm down for the baby, I would do it again in a heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta #1: CD 23, 10DPO: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta #2: CD 27, 14DPO: 257&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta #3: CD 30, 17DPO: 1148&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update when they call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-4465306959973380806?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/4465306959973380806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=4465306959973380806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4465306959973380806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4465306959973380806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-bad-thing.html' title='I did a bad thing.....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2456864994558821104</id><published>2009-03-15T08:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:35:20.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom is here.</title><content type='html'>Each morning that I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poas&lt;/span&gt;, the line is getting darker and darker and showing up much sooner! This is a good sign!! I'm actually getting a little excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came in yesterday and we're having a good visit. I told her yesterday that we were pregnant again and she is super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog all about my trip and my mom's visit when I get a chance on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; on Friday and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; was only 15 and when I get it taken on Tuesday it needs to be over 60! Keep your fingers crossed for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2456864994558821104?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2456864994558821104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2456864994558821104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2456864994558821104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2456864994558821104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mom-is-here.html' title='My mom is here.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-8400104877193476693</id><published>2009-03-13T08:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:18:22.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby #2</title><content type='html'>We're pregnant again. I tested today at 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DPO&lt;/span&gt; and the line showed up pretty fast. It's light but totally there. Mark could even see it this time which he was never able to last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to get in for blood work today so I can make sure things are going okay. Please keep us in your prayers since we are, needless to say, super nervous this time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-8400104877193476693?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/8400104877193476693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=8400104877193476693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8400104877193476693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8400104877193476693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-2.html' title='Baby #2'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-8762246309793757148</id><published>2009-03-02T22:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:14:10.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley Faces Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SayehcMjDSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ruuyVlcT7Sg/s1600-h/IMG_3647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308792358104665378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SayehcMjDSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ruuyVlcT7Sg/s320/IMG_3647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is second best thing to seeing "pregnant" on a digital test but for right now, this will work! I am sooo beyond elated that my body has this whole ovulating thing figured out after my m/c back in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I don't have to tell you what Mark and I will be up to the next few days before I leave for my trip. I was so worried that I was going to ovulate late or not ovulate at all this cycle knowing that I was going to be out of town for a week and potentially ruin our chances at making a baby this cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not even begin to tell you how much I want to have a Thanksgiving baby. With the way the cards are aligned this month, I will be due on Thanksgiving Day. What a neat due date, huh! I realize that I have put the cart before the horse this month but I have to try and stay optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got pregnant so easy the first time and I truly believe that we just had really bad timing last month. Hopefully since we will have amazing timing this month, it will happen again just as easily. I'm not sure how many more months of this whole TTC thing I can take any more. It is driving me bonkers. I can't remember what my life was like before I was peeing on sticks twice a month, and it's only been three months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I leave in less than 3 days for my trip. I am so freaking excited. My poor Dad is a nervous wreck about me going. I almost cancelled my trip because he is just worried that something terrible is going to happen to me. I keep trying to tell him that everything will be okay but I am Daddy's little girl and like he says, it's his job to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'm going to finish watching The Bachelor, After the Final Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-8762246309793757148?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/8762246309793757148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=8762246309793757148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8762246309793757148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8762246309793757148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/03/smiley-faces-make-me-smile.html' title='Smiley Faces Make Me Smile'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SayehcMjDSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ruuyVlcT7Sg/s72-c/IMG_3647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3909449481812886069</id><published>2009-02-28T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:42:41.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGGG</title><content type='html'>DH's best friend is driving me up the f*in wall!!!!!! Come on noon tomorrow so I can drop his ass off at the airport and not have to see him for another 6 months.....I may punch him in the face tonight if he's a dick like he was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. I had to get that off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3909449481812886069?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3909449481812886069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3909449481812886069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3909449481812886069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3909449481812886069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/arggg.html' title='ARGGG'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7107116027268949309</id><published>2009-02-23T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:39:19.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Days</title><content type='html'>I'm nervous. I'm not sure why but I am. I want a baby. Mark wants a baby. I have this horrible fear that I will not be able to give that to him. I thought I was doing better emotionally but that all came crashing down last night. While we were laying in bed I just lost it. I'm suppose to be 10 weeks pregnant and almost into the second trimester and where do I sit now, on the bench just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that I will ovulate around the same time as I did last month. (the days in Feb and March are the same on the calendar, ie, the 1st is a Sunday) so there for I should ovulate next Tuesday or Wednesday which is great because that's right before I leave for my trip. I am going to have to make sure that I sleep during this trip because I think that really messed my body up this past month. Mark wasn't home this past month on the day I ovulated and I pulled two all nighters and I think that messed me up. I have already told myself that I will be using Tylenol PM on the plane to Lisbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more heart breaking to have one of the strongest men in my life tell me how much he wants a baby and I know that I was not able to keep what he wanted. I really do blame myself a lot for what happened. I know that in theory that is very unlikely but I still can't help but feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to finish watching The Bachelor. Have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7107116027268949309?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7107116027268949309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7107116027268949309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7107116027268949309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7107116027268949309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-days.html' title='Sad Days'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3334111620493531376</id><published>2009-02-22T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:16:02.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>What a good weekend it has been! Friday night Mark and I had Eric over and I cooked a very yummy meal consisting of grilled chicken, fresh green beans and herb red potatoes. It was so very very yummy! We watched Dangerous Bangkok which was an okay movie. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we slept in and I made breakfast tacos which I love. I got an amazing phone call from my friend Amanda (one of the ones that was just here to visit me) and she said that her and her parents were going to Spain and Portugal for a couple of days the first weekend in March. Amanda had this great idea that I should go with them. I told them that there was no way I would be able to go and what not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I thought about it the more I thought that I could swing the trip. I went and talked to Mark about going and he said sure. Amanda checked with her parents and they said I could come. I am booking my ticket today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan is as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday March 5th: Fly to Newark, NJ and spend the day in NYC with Amanda. We will be taking a helicopter into the city instead of a taxi. We had talked about doing this the last time we were there but we ended up getting a car instead. The night, our flight for Lisbon, Portugal leaves at 8:15PM and arrives in Lisbon at 8:15AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as what we are doing I'm not 100% sure. I do know that part of our trip will be spent in Portugal and the rest with be in Seville, Spain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sunvil.co.uk/sunvil/home/images/Portugal_Images/Portugal_461/po_lc_lisbon_view_461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Lisbon, Portugal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.giraldacenter.com/living_culture_in_seville/images_living/catedral_sevilla_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Seville, Spain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm so excited to go. I have never been overseas so this will be a first for me. The weather is going to be in the 60's in the days and 50's at night so it will be beautiful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The only draw back to the trip is that we leave on the 5th which is the day I'm suppose to ovulate. Guess we'll just have to get up really early that morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3334111620493531376?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3334111620493531376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3334111620493531376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3334111620493531376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3334111620493531376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-weekend_22.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-5616361252082330228</id><published>2009-02-20T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:30:52.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin DFW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bagsnob.com/images2008/movin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bagsnob.com/images2008/movin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I found out through the grapevine today that the CBS station I worked for in Dallas has flipped formats and a lot of good people are out of a job. I feel really bad for these people because the radio/TV world is such a hard world to get a job in and these people will probably have a really hard time finding a new job. When I worked for the station, they were struggling but I figured since they had just celebrated their 2 year anniversary, things were going better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Eric is coming over and I'm grilling chicken, making home made green beans and baked red potatoes with herbs...Yummy! Then tomorrow night I'm going out with Candice (a girl that Eric is sorta dating) for dinner, shopping, and a Sing Sing which is a dueling piano bar. It will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-5616361252082330228?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/5616361252082330228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=5616361252082330228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/5616361252082330228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/5616361252082330228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/movin-dfw.html' title='Movin DFW'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-4137631526238170425</id><published>2009-02-18T04:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:11:04.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all coming back to me......</title><content type='html'>now why I was on the pill. HOLY HELL CRAMPS! It's currently 4AM and I have been up about half an hour or so and I finally came downstairs because Mark has a full day of meetings tomorrow so I don't want him to be tired for that. When I went to bed last night I knew AF had arrived and even made a comment to Mark that I should have taken some Tylenol. Man am I eating my words now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my Naproxen Sodium! Guess what I don't have.....my Naproxen Sodium. When I was in HS I had cramps so bad I would have to stay home from school. I'm thinking that if I can't hack cramps I will never be able to hand being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little sad last night that we didn't get pregnant this month but at the same time we weren't technically suppose to try so I will feel much better about next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to finish watching Toddlers and Tiaras. This show kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-4137631526238170425?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/4137631526238170425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=4137631526238170425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4137631526238170425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4137631526238170425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-coming-back-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s all coming back to me......'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7412820256540322165</id><published>2009-02-17T17:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:17:01.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid house!</title><content type='html'>I WILL NEVER EVER NEVER EVER NEVER BUY ANOTHER HOUSE FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I are still trying to sell our house in Ft. Worth and we have an amazing new realtor who happens to be a great family friend. Here's the problem. Mark and I are going to loose about $10,000 when we finally do sell it and there are 17 houses for sale in our neighborhood. Our neighborhood only has about 50 houses in it. UGHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This economy can suck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bitter rant over. Now, Mark and I are going to test drive a Tahoe because we are part of the population that is stimulating the economy due to Mark's great job. We are blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7412820256540322165?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7412820256540322165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7412820256540322165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7412820256540322165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7412820256540322165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-house.html' title='Stupid house!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2275071648178193737</id><published>2009-02-16T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:29:32.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My body better figure it out....</title><content type='html'>I have been super sad today and I'm pretty sure it's because I have gotten 4 negative test and I think AF is well on her way. I really really wanted a Halloween baby...or hell...just a baby in general. I keep trying to stay positive but I should have had a positive by now, or so I would have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some of the some symptoms as last month but I'm sure it's just my head being really mean. Ugh. Come on positive or AF. I'm driving myself nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hae a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2275071648178193737?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2275071648178193737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2275071648178193737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2275071648178193737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2275071648178193737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-body-better-figure-it-out.html' title='My body better figure it out....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-1043161976226427550</id><published>2009-02-15T09:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:44:43.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZgqTFy_8mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/run48hAgRBI/s1600-h/IMG_3613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303035068690723426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZgqTFy_8mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/run48hAgRBI/s320/IMG_3613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZgo7wu-UVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vtRiLtNd2as/s1600-h/IMG_3614.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-1043161976226427550?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/1043161976226427550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=1043161976226427550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1043161976226427550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1043161976226427550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-card.html' title='My Card'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZgqTFy_8mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/run48hAgRBI/s72-c/IMG_3613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-927556026390966184</id><published>2009-02-15T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:54:25.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Well I hope everyone had a great V-day. So Mark gave me his card when he finally woke up yesterday, at noon! He had warned me that I would understand the card and that he had kinda screwed up. How do you screw up a card? That's idiot proof. Nope, not if you are my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start reading the card and get to the end where it clearly says....Happy Valentines Day to My Husband! Way to go Mark! Only my husband would buy a card for his wife that says to my husband. Gotta love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official also, we are getting a new Tahoe. I have wanted one of these since they came out! Mark isn't crazy about the third row seating because it looks like it will rattle when up. It will still be a few months before we make the purchase.I'm so glad Mark is finally on board with my Tahoe. He was so sweet yesterday at the car show...when I would ask him what he like he would say, I don't care, it's your car, you get what you want. Someone over heard him say that and said what a great husband he must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the NBC affiliate was at the car show and I casually approached them and striked up a conversation with one of the weather men and a sales coordinator and ended up with her e-mail so I could send her my resume. I sure hope it pans out to be something!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-927556026390966184?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/927556026390966184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=927556026390966184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/927556026390966184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/927556026390966184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-4792599058749414926</id><published>2009-02-14T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:29:47.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 DPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;and a BFN. Ugh. I really wanted a Valentines BFP but we don't always get what we want now do we. Nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the plan for today, Mark and I are going to the Pittsburgh Car Show at the convention center. We are looking to purchase one of these.....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/45047449_326c674692_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we do have a baby, we are going to need a bigger car then my current TrailBlazer. Right now it's hard for us to drive back to Texas with all three dogs and me and Mark so there is no possible way that we would be able to add a baby and all the things that go along with a baby to the mix. We will probably end up purchasing our Tahoe back in Texas because here in PA, large SUV's are not all that popular. Here, A dealership might have two on the lot....vs. Texas where there are 10-15 on every lot. Who knows what we will do. We are lucky enough to be surrounded by Ohio, West Virginia, New Jersey and New York so we will look into which state we can get the best deal in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone has a great Valentines day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-4792599058749414926?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/4792599058749414926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=4792599058749414926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4792599058749414926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4792599058749414926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/11-dpo.html' title='11 DPO'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/45047449_326c674692_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3739113586210251858</id><published>2009-02-09T15:26:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:59:55.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This will be a long blog because I have so much to tell ya'll about regarding this past weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well Lindsey and Amanda both got in fine on Thursday. I was worried about Lindsey doing okay in the airport because she has only flown a few times. She did just fine! When Mark and I picked her up we went to dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. Yummy! Once we got Amanda it was time to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up super early on Friday around 6:45am to get ready to go skiing. We were suppose to leave around 7:30 but we ended up leaving closer to 8:30. We got to Seven Springs about 9:45 and got ready for a great day of skiing. Seven Springs is a gorgeous resort and I will be going to again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amanda had been skiing once, as had I, but Lindsey had been several times and she was actually really good. Amanda went on a few runs and had had enough so Lindsey and I continued to ski. I was much better this time than last time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300898622913682610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCTNlEgnLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8Cfq1EnXhp0/s320/IMG_3610.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Amanda, Me, Lindsey before we started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300898808309924274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCTYXuawbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wmYv1a3Qo_A/s320/IMG_3611.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The view. It was amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899088117484786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCToqFvTPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/frKMsaVZ6pE/s320/IMG_3612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lindsey and I on the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899249630126226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCTyDxWoJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5Ml2NhygTio/s320/Snow+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Amanda and I on the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899464690323778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCT-k7s0UI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mZoqypARpZM/s320/Snow+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lindsey and I again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899673838710162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCUKwEj7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rMrSq5yvUSY/s320/Snow+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899900770407042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCUX9dS0oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xGvBTbXo3MY/s320/Snow+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300900583044813506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCU_rIMEsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ttDIEgzTmI8/s320/Snow+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amanda eating lunch in the lodge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300900702150425154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCVGm1LekI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lsUpLHBitAk/s320/Snow+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the top!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300900827221704866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCVN4wfwKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vaFR5mK_Gxk/s320/Snow+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you find me? Lindsey was kind enough to take me on a black. Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300901465169006210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCVzBS_DoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k9NS5leXNRk/s320/Snow+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sweet note left on my car from the guys who parked behind us. They were so sweet and way gay! They were very good skiiers and one was wearing shorts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300900945937667314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCVUzAllPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EgrXe2IWYKA/s320/Snow+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lindsey and I in my yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300901029602290898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCVZqrybNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7E329rnGjTQ/s320/Snow+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Building a snow man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300901123429642242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCVfIN-MAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xZzqYCSbIaM/s320/Snow+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The bottom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300901233011207186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCVlgcQLBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JBVInHdykqQ/s320/Snow+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lindsey building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300901375638646066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCVtzxSLTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zrmzCZ4bOoc/s320/Snow+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The final product.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OKay, that took forever! I will post more later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3739113586210251858?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3739113586210251858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3739113586210251858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3739113586210251858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3739113586210251858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SZCTNlEgnLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8Cfq1EnXhp0/s72-c/IMG_3610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-1964127590442010612</id><published>2009-02-05T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:03:01.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>Right now, it is currently 3 degrees where I live. Wonderful!  I'm so tired of the cold. The bright side though is that it is suppose to get up to 50 here this weekend which is amazing! I can't wait. Any time that it goes about freezing I pull out the flip flops! When you are use to being int he 20's, the 50's is almost equal to 70's in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Lindsey aren't going to believe me when I tell them that it really is cold here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark called around 11:30 last night and they got the job done.  This is the first job in Williamsport to go all the way through! He and Eric are are there way home as we speak which is great. He said that he's not going into the office today and wants to spend the day with me. Woo Hoo. He wont be so excited about that though when he is running the vacuum from Hell. (My vacuum has seen it's better day and I want a dyson so I refuse to buy another $150 vacuum that will just crap out on my in a few months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wont be updating much this weekend since the girls are going to be here. I will be back Sunday/Monday-ish with lots of pictures I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-1964127590442010612?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/1964127590442010612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=1964127590442010612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1964127590442010612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1964127590442010612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7881308635649698439</id><published>2009-02-04T22:35:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:00:30.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family!</title><content type='html'>Meet Me, Kate. I am the only one who will ever post to this blog so you will always be able to guarantee that I am the words of the blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299152181504575234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpe1T1RBwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WzoK0aEIN3I/s320/Wedding+in+Illinois+244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299152404597714514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpfCS60LlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cCZdS7rpJBM/s320/Wedding28+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Mark. He is my amazingly charming, handsome, and very intelligent husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299153606566084962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpgIQmaAWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RzCG7G5_1YU/s320/MISC+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299154177392683890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpgpfGEq3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TEM76CPPwGQ/s320/Super+Bowl+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next we have our parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; lets face it, without them, Mark and I would not be here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299154705262548626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYphINkDlpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/avjnT0pglnY/s320/K%26M_0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mine are on the left, his are on the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for a better picture of my parents.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299156153255319570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpicfwb2BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dW20iHW8R0U/s320/K%26M_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Marks parents......This picture pretty much sums it all up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299155599871860258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYph8SPiXiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/U6iRkrRWjPo/s320/MISC+400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course I have a little brother, I am just lacking on pictures of him. Once I find one, I will post it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7881308635649698439?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7881308635649698439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7881308635649698439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7881308635649698439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7881308635649698439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-family.html' title='My Family!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpe1T1RBwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WzoK0aEIN3I/s72-c/Wedding+in+Illinois+244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3012646081169730580</id><published>2009-02-04T21:40:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:33:29.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark, Ovulating, and Friends</title><content type='html'>You have been warned, there are lots of pics in this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where oh where did my husband go, oh where oh where could be be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why that is a good question. I know that he is in Williamsport (Hell on Earth for drilling) and I know he had a job today, other than that, I have no idea what is going on with him. I talked with him around midnight last night and haven't heard from him since. This is the life of a wife of a mechanical engineer. I hope he is able to come home tomorrow night so he can be here when the girls get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after the miscarriage, my biggest fear was that my body wouldn't be able to figure out what it was suppose to do next, IE, ovulate. Well I am happy to announce that my body is back on track. On Sunday, Monday and Tuesday morning I had positive ovulation test! The little : ) is almost as good as the word "pregnant."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144197197142146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpXkj-CGII/AAAAAAAAAEU/tw6wr5MEYoY/s320/Misc+341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, Mark left on Tuesday so we didn't really have good timing this month. I'm a little disappointed but I hope what we did do was enough. TMI I'm sure for some of you, but that is the name of the game when you are trying to have a baby. The best thing is that 11 dpo (days past ovulation) on Valentines day so maybe we will know by then! What a great gift that would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299145958176293186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpZLEILgUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GeK-csdo_Gk/s320/Misc+331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the flowers my MIL sent me when we lost the baby. She's so sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146806675501042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpZ8dCJ7_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wtLlTTX-0kw/s320/Misc+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my amazing friend Stephanie (who was also in my wedding). She called me today out of the blue just to tell me that she missed me and wanted me to come back to Texas. That always makes me smile. She got married three weeks before Mark and I(BTW, Holy Cow my hair was LONG)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299149215711116338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpcIrZAPDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-OJ8zd_MjyU/s320/Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two with the arrows over their heads are coming tomorrow and I could not be more excited. We are going to go skiing on Friday and we're planning on having an amazing weekend. Lindsey comes in at 9:00Pm and Amanda at 11:30PM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lindsey (The one on the right) and I have been great friends since I was a sophomore in high school. We have had our ups and downs and most of the time we don't live close to each other but she is an amazing girl and an amazing friend. When we bought the house in Ft. Worth, we were 10 minutes away and literally lived on almost the same road. It's sad that she is so far away and I can't be for there for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Amanda and I have a funny story on how and where we met. I met Amanda in December of 2004 in Denver, CO. She was at a  national conference that I was at for APO (Alpha Phi Omega). My school, Texas Tech, and her school, Texas Lutheran, ended up hooking up and spending a lot of time together. We had a great time over the few days we were in Colorado and I didn't talk to her again until the Fall of 2005 when she came to Texas for graduate school. She had had so much fun with us in Denver that she wanted to come to Tech. We have been great friends ever since!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My next post is going to be a fun one! I'm going to introduce you to who I am and who my family is! This may help to make my blog a little more personal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3012646081169730580?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3012646081169730580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3012646081169730580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3012646081169730580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3012646081169730580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/mark-ovulating-and-friends.html' title='Mark, Ovulating, and Friends'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYpXkj-CGII/AAAAAAAAAEU/tw6wr5MEYoY/s72-c/Misc+341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-678423046067766364</id><published>2009-02-04T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:33:27.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RESOLVE</title><content type='html'>The Midwest Region of RESOLVE is holding its Annual Family Building Conference on Saturday, February 21st in Minneapolis. &lt;a href="http://www.resolve.org/site/PageServer?pagename=mwest_conference_2009_about"&gt;http://www.resolve.org/site/PageServer?pagename=mwest_conference_2009_about&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE giveaway -- over $20,000 of prizes to be given away (including 2 IVF cycles, half off an adoption study, and much MUCH more!!)&lt;br /&gt;19 infertility and adoption workshops&lt;br /&gt;FREE expert advice from Reproductive Endocrinologists, Adoption Agencies, Alternative Therapy Practitioners, Attorneys, Psychologists and other fertility and adoption specialists&lt;br /&gt;Keynote speaker &lt;a href="http://www.resolve.org/site/PageServer?pagename=mwest_conference_2009_speakers_exhibitors"&gt;Michele Tafoya&lt;/a&gt;, one of the most respected reporters in television sports, will share her experiences with infertility and adoption&lt;br /&gt;Largest conference of its type in the Midwest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-678423046067766364?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/678423046067766364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=678423046067766364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/678423046067766364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/678423046067766364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/resolve.html' title='RESOLVE'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7058976980855672582</id><published>2009-02-02T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:37:24.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pittsburgh!</title><content type='html'>Here We Go, Steelers, Here We Go, Pittsburgh Won The Super Bowl!!! Today was a great day! Wanna know why? Three Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's my 23rd Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got a positive on my ovulation test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pittsburgh Won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could I want?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my two best friends are coming in four days!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7058976980855672582?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7058976980855672582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7058976980855672582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7058976980855672582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7058976980855672582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/pittsburgh.html' title='Pittsburgh!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-4554692956608373444</id><published>2009-02-01T10:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:39:12.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me! I am 23 today and will be spending my birthday watching the Super Bowl at a bar that I'm not so fond of. Oh well, my birthday has a tendency to fall on Super Bowl Sunday more often than not. The last time it happened was in 2004 so every 5 years? Not to bad I guess. Mark is on his way out to buy me my card and flowers because he screwed up and forgot. We had a huge fight about it last night and he realized he messed up. He even baked me a pink funfetti cake. Yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-4554692956608373444?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/4554692956608373444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=4554692956608373444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4554692956608373444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4554692956608373444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-6457485158067992176</id><published>2009-01-30T13:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:27:46.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck....</title><content type='html'>Yes. That is the word I would use to describe me today. Stuck. Why you ask? My lovely Trail Blazer will not make it up the hill that we live on. I had a whole list of errands to run today and here I am, stuck at home. After several attempts to make it up the hill, I decided to hang my head in shame and accept defeat. Want to know the worse part? I just saw a Camry make it up the hill. Really? A Camry can make it and not my SUV? After this winter, Mark and I will be investing in an SUV for me with 4X4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures I took of all of our snow. We have about a foot on the ground and it's still coming down. There is no way in hell Mark is going to be able to make it home tonight. He's probably going to have to park at the bottom of the hill and walk home. We live up a set of three pretty steep hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNEgxYu5oI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KJP4u_olNv0/s1600-h/Snow+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297152916521412226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNEgxYu5oI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KJP4u_olNv0/s320/Snow+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried. I really did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNETUPLpTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O4flV8YZp8I/s1600-h/Snow+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297152685358425394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNETUPLpTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O4flV8YZp8I/s320/Snow+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see where I tried to get out and the poor TB still in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNEORjFAFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sXuRZ-maOoc/s1600-h/Snow+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297152598737223762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNEORjFAFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sXuRZ-maOoc/s320/Snow+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hill that defeated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNEJfVGGlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gYvUYCY9HDA/s1600-h/Snow+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297152516537326162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNEJfVGGlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gYvUYCY9HDA/s320/Snow+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our backyard. Kids actually sled down this hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNEET08BNI/AAAAAAAAADs/gtKvwwmLCeg/s1600-h/Snow+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297152427550311634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNEET08BNI/AAAAAAAAADs/gtKvwwmLCeg/s320/Snow+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And more freaking snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess I'll just have to do my errands, which include a trip to Wal*Mart tomorrow. Ick. Any who, I'll post more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-6457485158067992176?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/6457485158067992176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=6457485158067992176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6457485158067992176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6457485158067992176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/stuck.html' title='Stuck....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYNEgxYu5oI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KJP4u_olNv0/s72-c/Snow+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2046357622101380108</id><published>2009-01-29T15:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:53:41.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry....And More Laundry</title><content type='html'>Today has been filled with lots of laundry, as was yesterday. I must admit, I just finished laundry from our trip to Texas a month ago! I know I know, I get an F this month in being a housewife. If there is one thing I hate more in the world than anything else is hanging up clothes. I finally have all the clothes washed now I just have one more load to hang up. Part of my issue with hanging up the clothes is that all of our clothes do not fit in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296817982777066002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYIT5D9UAhI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ohfm3wFHZUg/s320/359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's about 1/4 of the size of the one that we came from which was also to small. (that's the whole closet! two tiny little rows. UGH! I do love all of the shoe cubbies though)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296819067689535522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYIU4NkmiCI/AAAAAAAAADk/OytTQJnx8h0/s320/MISC+440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the closet we came from. Oh how I miss my walk-in closet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any who, in preparation for Lindsey and Amanda coming up here next week, I have been washing all of the linens on the extra beds and towels and all of those things that we normally don't use. (Now, keep in mind we do use towels but we pretty much use the same 3 or 4 so they never make it to the linen closet and the ones in the linen closet haven't been washed since we moved in, because they haven't been used)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On our bed, Mark and I have the most amazing down comforter and it's the biggest pain in the arse to wash. Not to mention that I don't have my awesome king size capacity washer and dryer in this house. They are in storage in the garage. A whole hell of a lot of good they are doing for me there. Can you feel my frustration in not having my great appliances and having to use the ones that came with the house? These people left the appliances behind because well, they can't get them out! Lovely eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was great last night with Samantha. The roads were TERRIBLE going to dinner but they were much better coming home. It's always better when the snow plows have gone through and cleared and salted the roads. The hostess spilled a cup of water on Sam so she got her meal free. She didn't get to wet so it was all good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark is on his way home and it will be nice to have him home. I've got a beef stew medley in the crock pot and it smells amazing! Yummy! Hopefully his drive back here will be a safe one. He has to go back next Tuesday for work but I have finally been able to concur one of my biggest fears... last night I slept upstairs in my own bed when Mark wasn't home! That's a huge thing for me because if you know me or read one of my first post, I have a MAJOR phobia of this. Now granted, all three dogs slept with me till about 6am but it was still nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been so tired lately and I'm not sure why. We are only on CD 8 so there's nothing to chalk it up to right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any who, hope you all had a great day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2046357622101380108?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2046357622101380108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2046357622101380108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2046357622101380108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2046357622101380108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/laundryand-more-laundry.html' title='Laundry....And More Laundry'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYIT5D9UAhI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ohfm3wFHZUg/s72-c/359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3848944927086511250</id><published>2009-01-28T13:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:52:39.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard</title><content type='html'>I have a new follower and I'm so excited! It's the little things in life that excite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say one week ago today my world came crashing down and here I am, a week later, with my head held high, starting down this TTC road again. I must say that I think Mark and I are closer now than we have ever been. I know I have said it before but if you have never been down this road, there is no way in the world to comprehend the feeling. Mark and I are going to be a stronger couple for what we have been though. The only thing I have left from the pregnancy is a bruise on my arm where I had my blood drawn a week and a half ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned though this experience that even though I have amazing friends, some of them just don't know what to say in the situation that Mark and I are in. My two best friends in the world did the usual I'm really sorry thing but beyond that, not a lot. One of them hasn't even brought it up when I talked with her on the phone. I guess it's one of those things that they just don't know what to say. Mark explained it as it's one of those things that if someone you breaks up with their significant other, you aren't going to keep bringing it up. I guess he's right to some level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally able to go into our guest bedroom. This is the room that will be the babies room (if we are still living in this house). The reason that it was hard to go into was because the day we found out I was pregnant we took a lovely shopping trip to Target and while we were there we went through the baby section and they were having some great clearances on some really nice items and figured, what the heck, why not get a few things. One of the items that we purchased, and foolishly put together was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296417841696173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYCn9yRXbtI/AAAAAAAAADU/8lCpxUcw4Ls/s320/Swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part of me wanted to take it down and hide it in the closet but I want it to be a reminder of what is to come in our lives (hopefully soon). &lt;/p&gt;Tonight I'm suppose to go to dinner with Samantha, weather permitting. Right now it looks like a total blizzard. I shoveled the snow on the drive way last night (about 4 inches) and within a few hours it was all back. Yuck! Mark had to drive up to Williamsport today to get water and acid samples and of course, it could not be a worse day to go! FYI: Williamsport is about 4 hours away from us in the northeast portion of Pennsylvania. Good thing he is riding a long with another guy he works with because he doesn't have 4 wheel drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of total blizzard, our satellite just went out. UGH. I now know why no one here has satellite. IT SUCKS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3848944927086511250?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3848944927086511250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3848944927086511250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3848944927086511250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3848944927086511250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/blizzard.html' title='Blizzard'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SYCn9yRXbtI/AAAAAAAAADU/8lCpxUcw4Ls/s72-c/Swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2278649092744587942</id><published>2009-01-26T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:24:51.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She called</title><content type='html'>and really didn't have a whole lot of information to give me since she doesn't know what my blood levels were and what not. Oh well, it was worth a shot! She did say though that they normally make you wait one cycle for dating purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I might know what the problem was with this pregnancy. I had a "period" the first week of December and then again the third week of December, there for, my lining would not have been that great. I have to stop making up my own theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head tells me that we should try again this month but my heart says there is no way it could go through this again. We will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I'm watching the Bachelor. This show makes me feel so much better about myself! Some of the ladies on here make complete fools of themselves, just like the one sleeping in the tent right now, total whore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Any who&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going to finish the show. Have a great evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I know people actually read this blog because my ticker keeps going up, but I am curious as to who it is.... :- )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2278649092744587942?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2278649092744587942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2278649092744587942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2278649092744587942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2278649092744587942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-called.html' title='She called'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7512759688361861606</id><published>2009-01-26T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:57:40.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my OB in Texas</title><content type='html'>Back story: On January 7th I dropped my computer off at Best Buy because my wireless wasn't working. I picked up my computer this past Thursday because they said it was all better. WRONG! I got it home and alas, the wireless still wasn't working. So today I took it back up to Best Buy and the guy was able to fix it in about an hour. Amazing this it was "fixed" and just magically didn't work when I got it home. For the $200 they charged me they were gonna fix it or I was going to raise hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, I finally have my computer back! YEA! The Alienware computer I was using (One of Mark's older computers) crapped out on me last night. It has issues with the power cord so I'm so happy I my comp back. What in the world would I do during the day if I didn't have my computer. I also found out that at the end of this year Microsoft is getting rid of Vista and coming out with Windows 7. I sure hope it's better than this vista shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I broke down and called Dr. Yo ( my amazing doctor of several years whom I trust more than any other doctor and she is also a great family friend who lives down the street from my parents) to try and pick her brain about what happened with our miscarriage. When I saw the OB (he was also pretty great) up here in PA, he thought we were still pregnant since my cervix was closed so I wasn't able to ask him anything about miscarriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of questions for her, mainly, what are the risk of this happening to us again and also, when can we start trying again. I personally think since we miscarried so early I don't see why we shouldn't be able to try again this month. Had I not taken that pregnancy test on Sunday, we probably would have never known we were pregnant. Some might classify this as a chemical pregnancy, I personally do not since my progesterone was to high for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know personally Mark is ready to start trying again and I must say, I am too. We want a baby, we had a baby, and now we want to try again. Emotionally, every day gets better. Yes, I cried last night, but I think that's totally normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to question if Mark was 100% on board with having a baby and with loosing the baby last week, I now know he is 110% on board. I asked him last night if he was still sad about what happened and he said yes but he said he is very happy that we get to try again and have things go a different way for us. He's been so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7512759688361861606?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7512759688361861606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7512759688361861606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7512759688361861606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7512759688361861606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-story-on-january-7th-i-dropped-my.html' title='I love my OB in Texas'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-8425755239735296138</id><published>2009-01-25T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:17:00.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Days Gone Than Had</title><content type='html'>Today marks the day that our angel has been knowingly gone for us longer than we knew we had her. We knew we had her for four days, and today, she has been gone from us for five days. You might notice that I am calling our angel a "her". No, we didn't have any of the testing done to find out what the sex of the baby was, it just helps me by calling our angel a "her" and not an "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends have asked if we opted for the testing to figure out what went wrong and my reply to this is no. We have learned, and such is the case with our OBGYN that they like you go through at least one more miscarriage before they test to see what is going on. Sounds lovely right? I wish that I would have been a little more coherent when everything was happening on Wednesday or I would have almost demanded that we have  testing done. No woman or family should have to go through this more than once without knowing what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on the basis that I am adopted, all of the millions of questions they ask, "does this run in your family, does this, does this...." I have no answers for. I'm thinking about calling my doctor back in Texas this week and asking her opinion of what she thinks. She's am amazing family friend whom I love to death. I want to know if there are any test we should do, such as low progesterone, that we should do before we try again in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through The Bump pregnancy loss board I have read several stories that ladies had multiple pregnancy losses and all they did was take progesterone and they went on the have a healthy pregnancy. I know I may be jumping the gun since it is very possible that we could get pregnant again and have a perfectly healthy pregnancy and baby, I'm just trying to rule out the chances of having to go through this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough about that, I have to make it to the grocery store and beat the church crowd. It's been two weeks since I went and we are out of things in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-8425755239735296138?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/8425755239735296138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=8425755239735296138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8425755239735296138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8425755239735296138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-days-gone-than-had.html' title='More Days Gone Than Had'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3349442298208329607</id><published>2009-01-24T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:59:49.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the agenda</title><content type='html'>So on the agenda for today, Mark and I are going up to Homestead to go to that Waterfront. The Waterfront is this really neat open air shopping center that it right on the  Monongahela River where there use to be a large coal factory. They tore down the coal factory but left the smoke pipes and that's what they tell you to look for. Any who, we really enjoy going to the Waterfront. A few weeks ago we spent Saturday night at the Dave and Busters and a martini bar at the Waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to do a date night that we actually planned last weekend. We are going to go to Macy's for me to look for a new coat. I looked for one on Thursday and they had hundreds of coats but it was not in the shopping mood. After Macy's, we're going to watch Bride Wars. Yes, Mark is going to see Bride Wars. Why you ask? Because he loves me and he knows it will make me happy. After the movie we will be on our way to P.F. Changs which is by far one of my favorite restaurants and it's been a really long time since I've been. Nothing beats the lettuce wraps and the crispy honey chicken. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I try to have a nice date every other week and we need it this week more than ever. We have actually been out more this week than normal. We went out Monday night when we were scared we were loosing the pregnancy, and then on Thursday night when we knew we had lost the pregnancy. Sometimes it just helps to get out of the house and be with normal people rather than sitting at the house thinking about what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark didn't get home until almost 5AM this morning. Needless to say he is still sleeping seeing as he had gone to work at 4:30AM yesterday. Oh the life of a engineer in the oil and gas field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3349442298208329607?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3349442298208329607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3349442298208329607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3349442298208329607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3349442298208329607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-agenda.html' title='On the agenda'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-9013575424263095547</id><published>2009-01-23T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:46:18.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becuase I can</title><content type='html'>and because it's my blog.....and I may offend some of my readers but do you want to know the worst part of this whole miscarriage....I can't even make love to my husband for another couple of weeks. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to watching the Bachelor from Monday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-9013575424263095547?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/9013575424263095547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=9013575424263095547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/9013575424263095547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/9013575424263095547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/becuase-i-can.html' title='Becuase I can'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-9132153728813977842</id><published>2009-01-23T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:03:29.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I just wrote this long heart felt post and when I went to post it, blogger said there was an error. UGH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will try again to post it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tonight, I miss our baby. I have this empty feeling that I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-9132153728813977842?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/9132153728813977842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=9132153728813977842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/9132153728813977842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/9132153728813977842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-8207327224373192712</id><published>2009-01-22T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:49:22.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Baby</title><content type='html'>This is the angel that we got our Angel Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294299840941110370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SXkhp6mztGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/teOPdoLRN3o/s200/Willow+Angel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark had a sister who died of SIDS at the age of 5 weeks so our Baby Angel  is playing with his Angel, his sister Trisha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we do have a baby on this Earth, s/he will have Marks sisters middle name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-8207327224373192712?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/8207327224373192712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=8207327224373192712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8207327224373192712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8207327224373192712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/angel-baby.html' title='Angel Baby'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SXkhp6mztGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/teOPdoLRN3o/s72-c/Willow+Angel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2674151155048448368</id><published>2009-01-22T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:43:02.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Drama</title><content type='html'>Today has been a much better day than yesterday and I assume tomorrow will be better then today. I bought a willow angel today to have to remind me of our angel that went to heaven yesterday. (not that I will forget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do some retail therapy but come to find out the mall is FULL of pregnant woman and babies. Who would have thought? Well me of course but I never really noticed until now, when I'm super sensitive to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sensitive, my mother is being SUPER insensitive. This morning I got an e-mail from her of course telling me how sorry she was for us and how sad she was but also that she had called Marks mom to talk to her about what had happened since she needed someone to talk to about what happened. I personally think that she should have called us and asked Mark if it was okay because she doesn't know how Marks mom handles these type of situations. ( I talked with Marks mom today and she said that it was okay that she called and that she was probably going to call her anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I e-mailed my Mom back I told her that she could tell her best friend about what had happened that way she had someone to talk to. I get an e-mail back from my mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you! I really need someone to talk to. It always makes you feel better after you are able to talk about them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, who is "them"? And second of all, I hope my mom lets me know when she's done bleeding and she feels all better because that way I will know she's okay. UGH! Are you freaking kidding me? This is coming from a woman who is KNOWN to keep everything inside of her and never talk about anything that is bothering her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talked to my Dad about it and told him that I really hate that my own mother is making MY miscarriage about her! All she wants is someone to say "I'm so sorry for you....I can't imagine what you are going through" As of right now, I don't have anything to talk to her about. When she's done being self-centered (which might be never) maybe I will get over the fact that she's made this situation worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm waiting on flowers that Marks mom sent me. My mom seeks the sympathy vote, Marks mom sends flowers. Seems a little messed up huh? Once my flowers get here, I'm meeting Mark for drinks. I need a margarita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2674151155048448368?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2674151155048448368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2674151155048448368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2674151155048448368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2674151155048448368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-drama.html' title='Oh the Drama'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-5062302217841658384</id><published>2009-01-22T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:32:11.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>WHAT MAKES A MOTHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you and closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And prayed to God today I asked&lt;br /&gt;"What makes a Mother?"&lt;br /&gt;And I know I heard Him say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Mother has a baby"&lt;br /&gt;This we know is true "&lt;br /&gt;But God can you be a Mother,&lt;br /&gt;When your baby's not with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you can," He replied With confidence in His voice&lt;br /&gt;"I give many women babies, When they leave is not their choice.&lt;br /&gt;Some I send for a lifetime, And others for the day.&lt;br /&gt;And some I send to feel your womb, But there's no need to stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't understand this God I want my baby here."&lt;br /&gt;He took a deep breath and cleared His throat, And then I saw the tear.&lt;br /&gt;"I wish that I could show you, What your child is doing today.&lt;br /&gt;If you could see your child smile, With all the other children and say... 'We go to Earth to learn our lessons, Of love and life and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy loved me oh so much, I got to come straight here.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to have a Mom, Who had so much love for me.&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lessons very quick, My Mommy set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mommy oh so much, But I visit her each day.&lt;br /&gt;When she goes to sleep, On her pillow's where I lay I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek, And whisper in her ear.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy don't be sad today, I'm your baby and I'm here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you see my dear sweet ones, Your children are okay.&lt;br /&gt;Your babies are born here in My home, And this is where they'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;They'll wait for you with Me, Until your lesson's through.&lt;br /&gt;And on the day that you come home They'll be at the gates for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you see what makes a Mother, It's the feeling in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It's the love you had so much of Right from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;Though some on earth may not realize, Until their time is done.&lt;br /&gt;They'll be up here with Me one day And know that you're the best mom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-5062302217841658384?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/5062302217841658384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=5062302217841658384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/5062302217841658384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/5062302217841658384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-1965500113555057245</id><published>2009-01-21T15:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:49:49.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>It's over.....It was a wonderful 5 weeks and 2 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-1965500113555057245?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/1965500113555057245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=1965500113555057245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1965500113555057245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1965500113555057245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-4258350438873838902</id><published>2009-01-21T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:21:48.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Today is a bad day. It looks like we might be loosing the baby...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-4258350438873838902?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/4258350438873838902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=4258350438873838902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4258350438873838902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4258350438873838902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3665446056614010691</id><published>2009-01-20T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:52:39.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was scary....</title><content type='html'>As in my last post, we had five positive test over the weekend. Yesterday I got up and took another test just to ease my mind and it was a super faint positive which freaked me out a bit. I waited a few hours and took a digital test which read "not pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; freaked and called the doctor and they brought me in for a blood test. They told me I would have the results by yesterday afternoon. Of course, in true medical fashion, they didn't have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was filled with lots of tears and panic that something was very wrong. DH was so sweet though, I told him that I hadn't been cramping and didn't "feel" pregnant today. He put his hand on my tummy and said "She's just trying to give mommy a break." Talk about tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called the Dr. this morning and got the great news I needed. We are still pregnant. It really eases my mind but we still going to be super cautious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3665446056614010691?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3665446056614010691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3665446056614010691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3665446056614010691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3665446056614010691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-was-scary.html' title='Yesterday was scary....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-669092196350246315</id><published>2009-01-18T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:11:11.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Baby Maybe?</title><content type='html'>WHY YES INDEED! We're Pregnant!!!! Holy cow that was fast! Never in a million years would I have thought the first month coming off of the pill and trying we would get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to start my period on Wednesday and Wednesday came and went with nothing....Test on Thursday and it was super negative. I told Mark that I would wait to test until Sunday morning because we are going out tonight and I wanted to know if I could drink or not. So yesterday we bought three test (all the same kind) and last night around 9:00PM I had this strange urge to take a test. I knew that it was stupid since I had been drinking a ton of water and the odds were not in my favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take the test, wait a minute or so....negative. No shocker there. I came back about 7 minutes later, looked at the test, moved it around to try and see a line and there it was, faint as faint could be, a little pink line. So I call Mark into the kitchen to see if he can see it. Well of course, he can't. So all last night I was giddy and trying not to get to excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up at 7AM, went downstairs, took another test, and a pink line showed up about 3 minutes after I took the test. Just to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks, I took one more. Positive. Holy cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take my happy butt to Wal*Mart at 7:30 to get a digital just to make sure and another brand of test because for all I know, mine a defective. Come home, test on the digital and the most amazing word I have ever seen showed up. Pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran upstairs and told Mark that since he couldn't see the lines, maybe he could read the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited but also very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my parents this morning and we will wait a few days to tell his. We are going to wait until the first appt. to friends and then after we hear a heart beat to tell everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my great news for 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-669092196350246315?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/669092196350246315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=669092196350246315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/669092196350246315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/669092196350246315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-maybe.html' title='A Baby Maybe?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7135098953612595393</id><published>2009-01-14T20:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:21:27.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Snow Batman....</title><content type='html'>That's all it has done today, SNOW! And on top of that, it was a whole 9 degrees today. Sound lovely? We probably have a solid 5 inches of snow on the ground. It's super pretty to look at. I'm so glad that I don't have to go out in it though. We drove over the Cabela's in West Virginia today and roads weren't to great this afternoon so I can only imagine what they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night after I posted that I wasn't invited to go out with the guys, Mark called and I was invited. I met him, Eric, Steve, and Sean up at Auggies. We ended up being out till 1am! Then, we met Sean this morning at 8AM for breakfast. Needless to say we have been dragging a bit today. Mark stayed home so that was nice to have him here today with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bigger news, I'm really trying hard not to get my hopes up but good ol' aunt flow should have been here today....and she is no where to be found....This  makes it a 31 day cycle. I'm trying not to get my hopes up because lets face it, the odds are not in my favor seeing as a person has a 20% chance every month but there is a chance. If she doesn't rear her ugly face tonight, I will be testing in the morning! Fingers and toes crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  off to watch American Idol. I love the audition shows. It just proves how crazy people are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7135098953612595393?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7135098953612595393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7135098953612595393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7135098953612595393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7135098953612595393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-snow-batman.html' title='Holy Snow Batman....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2364024959635104590</id><published>2009-01-13T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:26:56.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Counter</title><content type='html'>My blog counter is all messed up and I can't seem to fix it. It's really starting to peeve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mark is out to dinner with his boss and Eric so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; home alone. I'm kinda sad I didn't even get an invite to go. I know it's a "business" thing but oh well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great dinner last night with Samantha. We are going to go to downtown Pittsburgh on Sunday night to watch the game. It should be fun. I'm really pulling for a Pennsylvania Superbowl because it's on my birthday this year as it is every couple of years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new ski jacket today for my awesome ski trip coming up. Nothing like living a hour from the mountains! Oh wait, I live on the side of a mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I have today....oh and tomorrow is the big day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2364024959635104590?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2364024959635104590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2364024959635104590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2364024959635104590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2364024959635104590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-counter.html' title='Blog Counter'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-6505189088805790693</id><published>2009-01-12T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:46:42.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that we are already 12 days into the new year! It has gone by so fast. Mark and I have been home now for a week and it has been so nice to get back to normal! Our sleeping and eating patterns were so crazy over the Christmas/New Years break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week and weekend I have been nesting big time! In a couple of weeks two of my best friends are coming up to visit for my birthday so I figured it was time to get things in gear with the house. I finally feel like our house in presentable! When you have three floors to decorate it takes a lot out of you! (I will post updated pictures when I get my computer back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Mark and I went with Eric to go bowling and weren't able to do that because the leagues were coming in so we went to Dave and Busters. We had a blast! One of the girls that Eric is sorta dating met us and we ended up staying out till after 2am! It's been a long time since we have been out so late. We spent a ton of money but had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a very  nice and relaxing day! I laid on the couch and watched Lifetime most of the day. It was super nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to dinner with Samantha and I'm super excited! I love girl time! Plus, we are going to Olive Garden when I know isn't really that big of a deal, but there aren't that many up here so it's been a while since I've had OG. The girls at work and I use to go all the time! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the baby making front, AF should be here on Wednesday. I've tested and it's still negative. I don't feel very positive about this month but we will see what happens. I know the luck that Mark and I have and the odds that we get pregnant on the first try is slim to none! Now, if I were 14, in high school, and had had sex in the back of a car, I would being pregnant no doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-6505189088805790693?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/6505189088805790693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=6505189088805790693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6505189088805790693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6505189088805790693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-1117597647624226183</id><published>2009-01-06T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:34:18.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of 2009</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since I've posted and I must say I had to really get myself back into it. I mean it has been two weeks now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Christmas/New Years holiday. Christmas was very different this year. Mark came in on Christmas Eve around 8:00PM and we had Christmas with his parents and spent the whole day with them until they dropped us off at the airport on Friday morning for our 8AM flight to St. Louis for my Uncles funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in St. Louis until Sunday night and it was nice to see all of the family but not under the circumstances. I had to sing at the funeral and I was so nervous! It was the first time I have ever sang in front of Mark. It went well though and my Aunt really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back Sunday night and my mom and I spent Monday shopping and finishing Christmas shopping. Our Christmas was good with my family. We gotta lot of great things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years eve was spent at my parents house with my parents, Marks parents, Nick, Ryan and James. It was nice! We stayed up till 3:00AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years day we went bowling and had a blast! I really suck but Mark is super good. He is even thinking about joining a bowling league. Bowling is a huge thing here in Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the cotton bowl but that didn't go so well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we flew back to PA and I must say it is nice to be back here and back in our own element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the baby making front, this is our first month really trying and it has gone well. If I have learned one thing from this is that i am not patient at all! I just want to know now if we are pregnant! I still have to wait a few more days though. I'm pretty sure we didn't get pregnant this month but who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Holli who got married at the end of September is pregnant. I'm so happy for her! She is due on August 16th and I could not be more excited for her. Our time will come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-1117597647624226183?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/1117597647624226183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=1117597647624226183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1117597647624226183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1117597647624226183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post-of-2009.html' title='First post of 2009'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-8555014664832810622</id><published>2008-12-29T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:13:05.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Illinois</title><content type='html'>Well my whole family has made it home safe and sound from our trip to Illinois. My parents ended up being there for 9 days, which was originally a 3 day trip so to say that they were over ready to be home is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I flew first class to St. Louis which was a first for Mark. I told him that once you sit in the front, you will never want to go to the back! I think he agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncles funeral was nice and so was the visitation that they had for him the night before. All of my cousins made it down except my Uncle Tom's daughter Heather. It was nice to see everyone but I wish it would have been for a better reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my second cousins was being a real ass hole. He met a girl over Thanksgiving and they got "engaged" last night. He was actually so shitty that he didn't come to the funeral. He had a million excuses as to why he didn't come. I think he wasn't man enough to deal with it. With that being said, he laid in bed with this girl all weekend and never even said hi. She has dropped out of school and is moving to Texas from Ohio to be with him before the leaves for Iraq in February. Ugh. It just makes me so mad that he was such a dick but that's between him and Uncle Ralph one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that one of my good friends is expecting. I'm super happy for her but I must say I'm a little jealous. I know our time will come but I'm the least patient person in the world. She is 8 weeks pregnant and due on August 16th. When I saw her the first week of December I knew she was pregnant. She had gained some weight and I could just tell. When she told me today, I told her that I had a feeling now for a month! She just got married September 27th so it happened super fast but we all knew that's how it would be. I hope Mark and I are that lucky. I must say though, personally, I want to have my one year anniversary before my first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, as of yesterday Mark and I have been married 6 months! Time has flown by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm going to see Dr. Yo so maybe she can tell me why my body is screwed up! I'm also going to have her make sure things looks okay since we are trying to have a baby. I know that she is planning on doing a sonogram because she mentioned that to me last time I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the plans tomorrow is a shopping and Chucky Cheese day with Madison. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-8555014664832810622?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/8555014664832810622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=8555014664832810622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8555014664832810622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8555014664832810622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-illinois.html' title='Back From Illinois'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-1268086298836146491</id><published>2008-12-23T07:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:38:27.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airports are my favorite</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at the airport in Pittsburgh. If you have never been to the Pittsburgh airport you aren't missing out on anything in life. It's super old and use to be a hub for Delta but since the landing fees are crazy here, they moved to Atlanta, which is where I am headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark got home about 10 last night. I was so happy to see him. It had been such a hard day that I just needed a hug.  I was so upset about being apart on Christmas and then I talked with my Mom and found out that they might be going to Paris, IL for Christmas and I was just there for Thanksgiving so the more I thought about it, the more I thought that I don't really need to be there tomorrow so I talked it over with Mark and my parents and we decided that I would just fly to St. Louis on Friday morning with Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that this is the plan now. I was not looking forward to flying all day today and it just seems silly for me to rush up to St. Louis when there is nothing I can do. So we are booked for the 8AM flight on Friday and we will be coming home on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight today is not until 10:20 but Mark took me this morning to the airport and he had to be in West Virginia by 8:30 this morning so at 5am we left to drop me off. I'm so stinking tired since I didn't sleep well last night. The plus side of being stuck here is that I have found the one outlet in the area and the Pittsburgh airport has free Internet which is hard to come by these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark will not be on my flight today since he has to work but I was able to get him the last ticket for tomorrow afternoon and he gets into Dallas at 8:40. Merry Christmas to us right? As crappy as the last 48 hours have been I just have to remind myself that there are 5 people who are going to have to bury their Dad on Friday and luckily, I'm not one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-1268086298836146491?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/1268086298836146491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=1268086298836146491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1268086298836146491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1268086298836146491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/airports-are-my-favorite.html' title='Airports are my favorite'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7188178166969132647</id><published>2008-12-22T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:29:56.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>Mark and I will be spending our first Christmas apart. Such is the story of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle passed away this afternoon so tomorrow I will be flying from Pittsburgh to Atlanta (2 hour layover) then to Dallas and then I have a 5 hour layover and will be back on my way to St. Louis to be with my family. I am currently the only one in the family who is not in Breese. I wish I could be with them sooner but it's just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has been at work since 4AM and they are not having any luck with the job. The water is freezing since it's -10 here. The company wants to try again next Monday but Marks company wants to continue to work on the well. I vote to go Monday but needless to say I don't get a vote. I am already having to look into other flights for Mark because there is a very good chance that he will not be able to make the flight tomorrow. This has been a very emotional day with lots of flights being booked and cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally did get to talk to Mark tonight he said that he will fly up for the funeral on Friday so we will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had all of our plans made and in order and now everything is out of whack. I know for sure I will be on a plane tomorrow to Dallas and St. Louis and I have no idea when Mark will join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad seems to be doing okay. He was with my uncle when he died. I can't imagine being with my brother when he dies. I'm not very good with death. I never know what to do or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all of our bags packed which has been a challenge in itself. Mark and I can both check a bag and carry one on. I have a big suitcase with the presents and some of Marks clothes in it. I had to fit ALL of my things in my one bag since marks dad will be bringing me another bag with my parents clothes so that gives me my two bag allowance. It's been a royal pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go have some dinner by myself....yummy fish sticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7188178166969132647?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7188178166969132647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7188178166969132647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7188178166969132647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7188178166969132647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-5788430375487747432</id><published>2008-12-22T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:33:11.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Plans Have Changed</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing you know know about me and Mark is that you can never plan anything with us because something will always come up or happen. It has been this way for almost two years now and it's starting to get a little unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examples: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Wedding Ceremony location flooded 8 weeks before the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Memorial day plans totally changed after last night work trip for Mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Moved from TX to PA months earlier than expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are much more but I just can't think of them right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents went to Illinois on Friday for my cousin Steve's party. He was turning 50 and he has down syndrome so it's almost unheard of that they live that long! It was a huge family gathering of which I was one of the 3 that did not make it. My family on my Dads side includes almost 75 people is not more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Uncle Ralph went into the hospital on Monday. He has had some major heart problems, which runs heavily in my Dads family. He was diagnosed with pneumonia and things seemed like they were going to be okay. Well he wasn't able to get out of the hospital before the weekend and so everyone went up to the hospital to see him. When my mom called me on Friday she said that Ralph did not look well at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get a call from my mom on Saturday afternoon and she seems very distraught. She said that they have only given Ralph a few days to live and they don't know what to do. So yesterday was spent trying to make different flight plans and figure out what was going on. I don't think that anyone who is in Breese, IL is thinking straight enough for me to get any good answers of what is going on. When Mom called last night she said that Dad was going to stay in Illinois and her and my brother were going to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well when my mom called this morning she said that they are all staying and that I should try and get to Illinois as soon as I can. Mom was trying to figure out that how she was going to get more clothes for them and possibly funeral clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my plans have gone from flying from Pittsburgh to Atlanta to Dallas tomorrow and staying till the 3rd to flying from Pittsburgh to Atlanta to Dallas to St. Louis tomorrow. When I get to Dallas I will grab the extra suitcase with my parents and brothers clothes from my FIL and go jump on another plane. It's going to be one long day with an even longer Christmas. Needless to say this is not how I planned on spending Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I sound so selfish but I just don't see the need of jumping on a plane if he's not dead. We thought Mark's grandpa was going to die last year and they gave him a day to live and here he is a year later just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our first Christmas as a married couple and I will be in St. Louis and Mark will be in Texas. Mark wont be coming to St. Louis unless my uncle dies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have to do more packing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282668275953847730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SU_OzuZ0TbI/AAAAAAAAACs/NGH9RW0GPlY/s200/Wedding19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   My uncle in on the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-5788430375487747432?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/5788430375487747432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=5788430375487747432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/5788430375487747432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/5788430375487747432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-plans-have-changed.html' title='Christmas Plans Have Changed'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SU_OzuZ0TbI/AAAAAAAAACs/NGH9RW0GPlY/s72-c/Wedding19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-8064307980836230508</id><published>2008-12-20T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:34:03.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>Today I have been super sad. I'm having a bit of issues dealing with slight depression. I love this time of year but with us being in Pennsylvania I feel super alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Mark and I are going to try and make a baby tonight. That keeps me going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel like my really good friend has replaced me. We were suppose to be going to London for New Years but now that we are going to Dallas I wasn't able to go. She told me today that she is going in January with another girlfriend. I feel totally replaced. I was suppose to be going to London and I wasn't even invited. I'm super sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, Mark and I get Madison on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for the whole day! So excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-8064307980836230508?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/8064307980836230508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=8064307980836230508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8064307980836230508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/8064307980836230508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2495422735047438019</id><published>2008-12-20T12:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:00:15.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No fun Title</title><content type='html'>Last night after Mark and I finished Christmas shopping and having dinner we headed out to Auggies to meet Eric and Candice. Auggies is not exactly my favorite place but it's just about the only place to go in Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really good time and the band that was playing was really really good. We didn't get home will after 2am! It's been a long time since closed the bar down. We slept in till around 9:30 this morning, well correction. I slept till 9:30 when Divot let me know she was ready to get up and Mark is still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to head off and do a little more shopping at Waterfront. I need to purchase another suitcase for our trip home. Somehow we have misplaced our small suitcase and we need it for when we go home on Tuesday. I also need to look for a dress to wear on New Years Eve in case we decide to go out that night. Seeing as it's suppose to be in the 70's almost the whole time we are in Texas, I'm gonna purchase a really cute dress. I'm going to leave Mark home for this shopping trip since he was less than pleasant yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to get ready to go shopping! Have a great day. It's the most wonderful time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. We are suppose to get 4 inches of snow tonight and tomorrow. ICK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2495422735047438019?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2495422735047438019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2495422735047438019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2495422735047438019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2495422735047438019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-fun-title.html' title='No fun Title'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7471950911513318497</id><published>2008-12-19T17:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:03:52.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>Today Mark and I ventured out in the pouring rain to finish our Christmas shopping. We have most everything bought but I still need a few things. I'm so glad we at least have most of it done though. I was starting to get worried that we hadn't gotten anything. We are very limited to what we can get seeing as we are flying back for Christmas. We have allowed one piece of luggage for gifts to bring and to bring things back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was sorta grumpy about going shopping but after I reminded him that if we hadn't moved to Pennsylvania I would have had someone to go shopping with and he shouldn't be selfish, he started to see things more of my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we did a little shopping but didn't really get anything done because Eric was with us. We decided to have a nice dinner of sushi at Benni Hanna's. It was the worst trip I have ever had. Our waitress was totally swamped and we felt super bad for her. We got our sushi about 40 minutes after getting there which wasn't that bad. Eric on the other hand, it took and hour and a half to get his food. Totally unacceptable! Our waitress has told the manager that there was a problem and he never came over to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after being there two hours, our waitress brings us the check and said that the manager had taken 25% off the bill. WHAT?! Are you f*in kidding me? So we asked to talk to the manager. Eric explained to the manager that that was unacceptable and the manager got attitude so I jumped in and chewed the manager. He finally agreed to take care of Eric's bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our waitress came back to finish our check we were talking with her apologizing that he has to work for such an ass hole and he came back over and said "is there a problem here?" This is where I lost. I told him that we were just telling her how great she was and how it must really suck to work for and with you and that I was going to be calling corporate and complain about him. His response? "Do you need me name?" And mine. "No ass hole, I can read your name tag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had an experience like that before. I was so dang pissed! Then we went to Texas Roadhouse today and waited 20 minutes for our waitress to acknowledge that we were at the table. We are suppose to go out tonight with Eric and a girl he is seeing. I sure hope we get better service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7471950911513318497?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7471950911513318497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7471950911513318497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7471950911513318497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7471950911513318497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-4418681013565859479</id><published>2008-12-18T09:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:29:37.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is....</title><content type='html'>(The spacing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alignment&lt;/span&gt; is all messed up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure how to fix it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post! Not a very big accomplishment but seeing as I have started about 10 different      blogs and I have actually kept up with this one, that's a big deal for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I actually got up at the same time as Mark, which is an unimpressive 8:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and proceeded to clean the upstairs of the house. It has needed it for a while but I've been way to lazy. That's the bad thing about not working, I have become very lazy because lets face it, I don't have anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark has been home every afternoon this week. His business is really slow this week so he's just been hanging out. Yesterday I ran to Target after lunch (more on that story to come) and came home to Mark and Eric playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; golf. I'm so glad that their company pays them to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; during the day. Oh well, they make up for it when they works days on end with no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So back to Target, on Monday I wrote out all of our Christmas cards and they were ready to go. All they needed was the Christmas picture I was going to put in them. I went and printed off 43 pictures for the cards and then realized I printed the wrong one. UGH. So after lunch, I go to Rite Aide and print another 43 pictures and the color was so off! Dang, okay, I'll just use the wrong picture. No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bring them home and put them in the card and the way the card is set up, it cuts off our heads and Divots head. I tried for about an hour for a way to fix them and never could come up with a way. So yesterday I went to Target to buy 45 MORE Christmas cards and rewrite them and readdress. It was so aggravating! Oh well, moral of the story is that I should have checked them before I wrote them all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark and I are suppose to be going Christmas shopping either this afternoon or tomorrow afternoon. I kinda hope we got today. I need something to do! At least if we go today, I can wrap them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on a more personal note, yesterday was my last day on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BCP&lt;/span&gt;. I figure if they are not serving the purpose they are suppose to be, why keep taking them. I'm still super pissed that my body is not doing what I need it to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have three gifts under our tree and all of them are for Madison. Mark keeps teasing that he's going to open them to which I reply that he's to old for cabbage patch kids, the pink sleeping beauty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; wont fit him, and the all pink outfit I bought for Madison for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; Cheese wont fit him. This is another reason that we need to go Christmas shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I will leave you with a few photos......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281135006778095666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SUpcTtnjeDI/AAAAAAAAACU/v_hCQr_KVdg/s200/MISC+362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;          This is Mark and one of his best friends from Alaska at our wedding. He's a goober!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281135815698841474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SUpdCzFSf4I/AAAAAAAAACc/LIsThMt22Oo/s200/Snow+319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                    This is our backyard. Beautiful huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281136513831850818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SUpdrb1K00I/AAAAAAAAACk/_DN_Q9xBO1E/s200/Snow+322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                             This is our front yard. This is what it looks like all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-4418681013565859479?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/4418681013565859479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=4418681013565859479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4418681013565859479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4418681013565859479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is.html' title='This is....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SUpcTtnjeDI/AAAAAAAAACU/v_hCQr_KVdg/s72-c/MISC+362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2690055930724032951</id><published>2008-12-16T13:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:15:43.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Body....</title><content type='html'>And I are about to duke it out and I'm not really sure which one of us is going to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a little too much TMI for some people reading this so take that as you warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October I have a lovely case of vaginitis and I have no idea where in the freaking world it came from. I had never had anything like that and in the beginning I assumed it was a yeast infection, again, something I had never had before. A month later I finally went to the doctor and Dr. Yo diagnosed with me non-specific vaginitis and gave me some things to clear it up which did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving onto December things were fine. One morning, about a week before Christmas Mark called me around 4:45 in the morning letting me know he had been in a car accident and needed me to find him a hospital because he "could see his bone" in his hand. I jumped out of bed to grab my computer to find him a hospital and I felt this rush of fluid down my leg. Seeing as my husband was on the side of the road and in need of a hospital I didn't have time to worry about what the rush was. After finally finding him a hospital, (thank god he was only about a mile down the road from one) I went to the bathroom to get ready and rush out to be with him and discovered it was bright red blood. Thinking to myself, that was very strange since I had just gotten off my time of the month about a week prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the start to over a year of unusual period cycles for me. Since December, I probably have on average two/three "periods" a month that last from 3 days to a week. Talk about annoying. You think aunt flow is bad for a few days out of the month, try being on aunt flow for weeks at a time for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, before I moved to PA, I finally broke down and went to my Dr. She said that I probably had a hormone imbalance so she changed my birth control and said that if things were not better in three months she would have to see me again and do a sonogram and some other test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well October was horrible. I was on my period almost all month. I was so discouraged I almost just quit taking the pills all together. November went great. I had a normal cycle and was getting positive because I thought maybe the new pills had done the trick. Well that's what I get for getting positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday aunt flow reared her ugly face just one week later after visiting me. I can not begin to express how frustrated I am with myself and my body that it is doing this to me. Before I had that crappy vaginitis I was as regular as the sun. I could tell you almost up to the hour that I would start on a given day. Now, god only knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told Mark last night what was going on he looked so disappointed. I guess he knows that since my body has decided to be screwy that making a baby might be very difficult. I am trying to stay positive but I know you can't make a baby if you are on your period all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made an appointment to go see my Dr. on the 30th while I am back in Texas. It's going to be a long couple of weeks waiting for the appointment. I just hope that it's just a hormone imbalance and things will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say though, after I am off the pill, I will never go back on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the picture we used for out Christmas card. It's not the best but it will work. The one that I wanted to use cut our heads off once it was in the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280467512806894354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SUf9OczYaxI/AAAAAAAAACM/EN5QF2hS5a4/s200/MISC+275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2690055930724032951?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2690055930724032951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2690055930724032951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2690055930724032951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2690055930724032951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-body.html' title='My Body....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SUf9OczYaxI/AAAAAAAAACM/EN5QF2hS5a4/s72-c/MISC+275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-4435647981079774810</id><published>2008-12-15T14:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:15:13.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Tonight</title><content type='html'>Tonight we are having Fresh Atlantic Salmon, Pan seared scallops with red peppers and zucchini! I'm so excited for dinner! Ha. I'm thrilled about cooking now that I have some amazing pots and pans to cook in! My mother-in-law also bought me a grill pan which will be great for the salmon tonight. Mark loves salmon, I myself am not such a fan but I do like scallops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the menu for this week, Tuesday: stuffed banana peppers with fresh snapped green beans, Wednesday: crispy chicken salad with red peppers and avocado (dang, just hit me I forgot to buy black olives) for me and chicken wings and fries for Mark (he's not a salad fan), Thursday: oven fried chicken with fresh steamed broccoli, Friday: We always have pizza. We got that tradition from Marks parents. Saturday I will make hamburger helper with ground turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I'm super excited for the week and food? Ha. I'm such a fattie! At least it's all pretty healthy. It's just a lot more fun cooking when I have the right tools to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most strange thing happen to me at the grocery store today. I was waiting in line and a guy walked up behind me with two gift cards to buy. I, with a whole basket full of things, asked him if he would like to go in front of me in line since it was silly for him to have to wait behind me. He looked at me like he was shocked and said that was very very nice of me to do. I do it a lot if I'm at the grocery store or Wal*Mart. It's just a polite thing to do. The cashier joked that the guy should buy me dinner with one of the gift cards that he bought. I laughed and the guy said, actually, I'm going to buy her groceries. I of course told him that it was not necessary because I was just doing the polite thing. He said that he had never had anyone do that for him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just blows my mind because I do it all the time for people and I've had it done for me several times. I told them that I was from Texas and maybe it's just something we do. The cashier also said she had never seen it done before. The cashier and man were so shocked by what I had done. He just kept thanking me and talking about what a kind person I was. Like I kept telling them, it's just a polite thing to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn to check out, the cashier and I were just making small talk and I told her that I do those kind of things because it's a pay it forward thing. For all I know, that guy could be having a really bad day, he might not be able to go home for Christmas, he might have been laid off this year, you just never know what people are going through. I sure hope that guy and the cashier have a great holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cough is defiantly much better today. My chest feels very heavy with mucus though. We shall see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of things to do this week is to finish Christmas shopping! The only person that Mark and I have done is his mom and that's because she bought her own gift. Ha. To our defense, it was a Brighton bracelet and she knew the one she wanted. It was just easier that way! I have bought a Tech hat for my brother and that's all we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our problem. Mark and I, for ourselves, have bought a 42" Sony TV, A Nintendo Wii, Guitar Hero World Tour, an extra Guitar, and I have bought Zelda for Wii for Mark. We have spent a ton of money on ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad have given me no direction for what they want. Ugh. It's very aggravating. Marks dad wants Cd's and I have to find a Boston Celtics shirt. We have bought a cabbage patch doll for Madison. I hate to think that we are going to have to go to the mall on Saturday but I think we don't have any way around it. Mark will be more than thrilled with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what we are going to get for everyone since it's going to be very difficult for us to bring things back. I guess I might have to do some shopping on Christmas Eve. No shocker there though, my Dad and I have a tradition of doing it every year. What a great tradition right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the baby making front, we are ready! I got a lot of great cute gender neutral things when I was shopping with Lindsey. She was making fun though of the snow suits that they have for babies since ours will need one. Mark said that just wait till she comes up here, she'll appreciate it! Mark and I had a long great talk about the baby in the car on the trip to Texas and we are more than sure that we are ready. Come on January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-4435647981079774810?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/4435647981079774810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=4435647981079774810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4435647981079774810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/4435647981079774810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner-tonight.html' title='Dinner Tonight'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-49498012253347209</id><published>2008-12-15T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:14:37.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>I went to bed at 8:15 last night! I don't think I've done that since oh gosh, I don't know when! I slept in till 9:15 this morning and boy did I need it. I have this horrible cold that I can't seem to get over. I seem to be a little better today though. I almost called a doctor but I just can't bring myself to do it. I dislike doctors a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my list of things to do today is have lunch with Mark (that got cancelled because he has to go get water samples) go grocery shopping, mail bills, get more stamps, and finish Christmas cards. I'm not sure what all I'm going to make for dinner this week. I have a ton of stuff in the freezer that needs to go. We shall see what I come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little disappointed in the fact that I gained 3 pounds last week! I guess I can blame it on all the Mexican food I ate last week. It was very worth it. We are heading back to Texas in a week and I'm excited. Christmas will be very different this year since we already have most of our gifts because since we are flying, we are very limited in what we can bring back. You gotta love all the fees for baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more later! It's lunch time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-49498012253347209?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/49498012253347209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=49498012253347209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/49498012253347209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/49498012253347209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just Another Manic Monday'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-6198168108466380596</id><published>2008-12-14T06:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:59:48.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home in Pennsylvania</title><content type='html'>We are back! We had a great trip home but I must say, it is nice to be back home. We were planning on stopping in Nashville but Mark decided we would drive the whole way...again. It wasn't so bad. We got in around 3:30am, unpacked the car, put the dogs to bed, and did what most normal people would do...Go to bed....NOT. We got back in the car and headed to Wal*Mart to get Guitar Hero for our new Wii and pick up a few gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we just ended up with Guitar Hero. They didn't have the other things we needed but that's okay, it just gives us an excuse to go to Best Buy this week. So here it is, 7am and Mark is playing Guitar Hero and I'm blogging. We are such goobers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fighting this horrible cold for a week now and I'm about ready to tell it where it can go! My throat is just raw from coughing, my ears are clogged and I just feel like crap. I hope that maybe I'm starting to come to the upside of it though because my cough is a little better than yesterday. We shall see. I know I must be better before next Tuesday when we jump on a plane to come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update more about our trip later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-6198168108466380596?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/6198168108466380596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=6198168108466380596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6198168108466380596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6198168108466380596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-in-pennsylvania.html' title='Home in Pennsylvania'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3413053390638500863</id><published>2008-12-12T11:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:53:42.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick</title><content type='html'>This is going to be short because I have to leave in 25 minutes to head up to Dallas to meet Mary and hopefully Lauren for lunch at this secret place we always went for lunch when I was at Travelhost. It's so stinkin yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time yesterday shopping with Lindsey for X-mas. I didn't really get a lot of things for other people but I did get a few baby clothes that were on clearance and the best thing I got was a WII!! I actually found one at the Game Stop at the Parks Mall. Mark is so excited and can't wait to get back to Pennsylvania to play it! I'm the best wife ever! He gets a new TV and a Wii! What more could he want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have set a date with the adorable Madison for when we come back for Christmas.  Aunt Cake (Because 2 year olds can't really make out T's) and Uncle Mark are taking her to Chucky Cheeses. She is so excited and I'm excited to take her. We don't get to see her that much any more since we live to far away and Mark just adores her like she is his own. I don't know who is more excited, Mark or Madison. I also have to go get her Christmas present today. I have a million things to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3413053390638500863?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3413053390638500863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3413053390638500863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3413053390638500863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3413053390638500863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick.html' title='Quick'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-5330410214688896522</id><published>2008-12-10T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:21:29.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people......</title><content type='html'>In the world are just not very bright. Selling a house seems to bring out all of the crazy/stupid people in the world. Our house in Ft. Worth showed twice this weekend which was great seeing as I didn't think it would show at all between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Yesterday while I was at my parents house waiting on a repair man, I check to look at the comments the realtor had posted about the showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are in parenthesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kitchen light fixture broke, (Yeah it's that crappy plastic stuff that are in those boxy lights in the kitchen, it's a $2 fix at Lowe's) House was the cleanest the client has seen (Well duh, who's going to show a dirty house and since we don't live like pigs, it will be clean) Noise from the street is loud (Again, never bothered me and Mark) Client is concerned about all of the will shoot intruder stickers on the window (What the F*ck are they talking about?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am racking my bring trying to figure out what these crazy people are talking about. Did someone put stickers on my windows? Was the house broken into again? And since I am my Moms bitch when I am home, I was stuck waiting on the repair man to come and fix the microwave and couldn't go check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I left early to go check on our house. This realtor should hang her head in shame for being the stupidest person on the planet. Wanna know what these people were talking about?! The TWO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ADT&lt;/span&gt; stickers that we have on the windows. Yes, TWO! I have one on the back door and one on the side of the house that faces the busy street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, good luck to those people looking for a house with a security system that doesn't have the stickers in the window! Ugh. If it's one thing I can't stand and that is ignorant people and those people take the icing on the cake! But like I told my mother-in-law and Mark, if those people are that dumb, we don't want to do business with them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get over my cold which is good. I hope that most of it is gone by the time we head out back for Pennsylvania. Driving that far while sick would be a whole lot of no fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going out with some people from my old work and I could not be more excited. When I was still working in Dallas every Wednesday or Thursday I would go to Happy Hour with a few work people. I haven't seen them since my last day which was Sept. 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! It will be great to catch up and see them, plus, as an extra bonus, we meet at a Mexican restaurant in highland park and I have missed Mexican food! There is no Mexican food in Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-5330410214688896522?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/5330410214688896522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=5330410214688896522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/5330410214688896522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/5330410214688896522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-people.html' title='Some people......'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-1846901236472995474</id><published>2008-12-09T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:35.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been MIA</title><content type='html'>I know I know! I have been a bad blogger! Mark and I are in Texas this week and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; access is limited to say the least. His parents don't have wireless and while mine do, my Dad is very nosey about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got here around 8:45 on Friday night after leaving Washington at 3am. It was a long drive, but a good drive. Mark and I talked more than we have talked in a long time! It was great to have that time together with no distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went shopping and my mom bought me some amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Calphalon&lt;/span&gt; pots and pans! I'm so excited to go home and use them. Pots and pans were the one thing that we wanted for the wedding that we didn't get and so my mom bought them for us for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we played Guitar Hero for several hours at my parents house with my whole family and James. I was hoping that if Mark played guitar hero and really like it then he would want to buy me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;. Guess what? It worked! Now he wants a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;! My plan went off without a hitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had a very special baby shower to go to. Some really good family friends of ours daughter has been trying to get pregnant for 5 years without any luck. Her husband and her decided to adopt a baby from Vietnam and they got back at the end of November with their baby boy Simon. The shower was very special because the baby actually got to be at the shower.&lt;br /&gt;I know personally it was special for me because I think my mom and I were the only ones who really grasped the whole adoption thing since we have been through it. The baby was a trooper and didn't cry once! It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of "errands" for my mom. It never fails. She always has a honey do list for me. Ugh. It's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stinking&lt;/span&gt; annoying! I think I might go over to their house and put up Christmas lights. My parents live in a really swanky neighborhood where people pay a lot of money to have their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; lights done and my parents think it's foolish to spend thousands of dollars on Christmas lights but their house looks so grumpy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and update later on this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-1846901236472995474?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/1846901236472995474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=1846901236472995474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1846901236472995474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1846901236472995474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-been-mia.html' title='I have been MIA'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2216876391568826416</id><published>2008-12-04T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:41:03.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving in the morning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My lovely DH has decided to go with my plan so we are leaving in the morning. 3am to be exact! Crazy I know but when we travel in the car with the dogs it's very hard to find a hotel that will take all of them, not to mention trying to keep them quiet it a pain! We have an estimated arrival time of 10PM tomorrow night. I'm so stinking excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276099320699294178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/STh4YNH2EeI/AAAAAAAAACE/ypI5iiSjK7E/s200/MISC+286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, this is not the best picture of Texas, but a funny one! That place is crazy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2216876391568826416?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2216876391568826416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2216876391568826416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2216876391568826416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2216876391568826416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-in-morning.html' title='Leaving in the morning....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/STh4YNH2EeI/AAAAAAAAACE/ypI5iiSjK7E/s72-c/MISC+286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3551563345961323077</id><published>2008-12-04T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:52:35.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot to mention......</title><content type='html'>This is the perk of not working and being a "housewife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my travel schedule for December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;- Dallas&lt;br /&gt;December 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;- Pittsburgh&lt;br /&gt;December 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-21st- St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;December 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;-Pittsburgh&lt;br /&gt;December 23rd-January3rd-Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really sad though that Mark has been sick or I would have been in NYC yesterday for the tree lighting. Dang him being sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even carry out suitcases upstairs from our trip from Thanksgiving. What's the point? I have to pack them tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3551563345961323077?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3551563345961323077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3551563345961323077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3551563345961323077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3551563345961323077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/forgot-to-mention.html' title='Forgot to mention......'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7305652288399916070</id><published>2008-12-04T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:42:48.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain.....Go Away</title><content type='html'>So when people ask me what's been the hardest thing to adjust to with this massive move that Mark and I undertook.....I must say, it's the rain/snow!  It rains or snows everyday. And when I saw everyday, I mean almost an inch. It's really crazy. I know why so many people are depressed here in the area and it's because the weather just plain sucks. The sun was out yesterday and it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this great jewel tone shirt to wear to the baby shower on Sunday! I got it 50% off at Macy's! It was a small which made me so excited! I've been trying to loose weight and I am 6lbs away from my goal weight! I hope to reach that before we come home for Christmas. It wont have that large of an effect on people since we are coming next week also. Oh well, at least I feel better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be one of those girls who gets married and blows up like a whale! I've seen it time and time again and that will not be me! I will also not be one of those ladies who gains 90lbs when I'm pregnant. Unless I pop out a five year old, that's not gonna happen! I've seen that also, the 90lbs that is, and it's a long road back to "normal." No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TTC, I've decided to stay on BCP for one more month. My amazing doctor whom I love more than anything, wanted me to try these new BCP for 3 months and then come in for a sonogram if things weren't better. October was bad. November was great. We shall see what December has in store for us! I'm kinda bummed but in the end I know what will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought several gifts for the baby shower yesterday at my favorite store, Target! Unfortunately, she hadn't registered for anything super cute so I ended up getting feeding items. Although they are not "cute" I guess they are practical.  It will be good to see lots of our good friends at the baby shower on Sunday. The hostesses are the same ones that threw me an amazing bridal shower! The shower will be different though because the baby is already born and is 6 months old. Strange you think? Well not really, they had infertility problems and ended up adopting a sweet baby boy from Vietnam and they just got back with him a few weeks ago. Only one person at the baby shower knows Mark and I are starting to TTC so I hope she keeps the cat in the bag! She better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7305652288399916070?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7305652288399916070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7305652288399916070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7305652288399916070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7305652288399916070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/rain-raingo-away.html' title='Rain Rain.....Go Away'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-1206064119564665462</id><published>2008-12-03T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:23:35.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>Poor Mark is still sick. I don't know what else to do to help him. He coughed all night long and had a hard time getting to sleep. He had to get up much earlier than usual because he had a meeting at the yard (about 20 minutes away) to meet with some big shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my list of things to do today.....Go to Target to get a baby shower gift, Go to Macy's for fun, Go to Giant Eagle.......Sounds fun right? Actually, yes because the sun is out today! This is the first time I've seen the sun in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still haven't decided what day we are leaving for Texas. It will depend on when Mark gets off work on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I'm going to be meeting my regular happy hour group and I could not be more excited!! Yea for Chuys and some good Mexican food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-1206064119564665462?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/1206064119564665462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=1206064119564665462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1206064119564665462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1206064119564665462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-9055961637851112535</id><published>2008-12-01T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:14:47.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas</title><content type='html'>Mark came home tonight with a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;! He has training all next week in Ft. Worth. What does that mean you ask? That means that WE are coming to Texas. Since it's very expensive to fly we have decided to drive, and bring the whole family! Yes, all three dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents are so excited to see us and we keep telling Three Putt that he's going to see Grandma, of course, he doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to be in Texas from Saturday to Saturday! I hope I can see as many people as possible. I know for a fact that I have a baby shower on Sunday, which will be weird because this will be the first shower since Mark and I have started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt;. Interesting! This just gives me a great excuse to go to Babies R Us this week! Yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-9055961637851112535?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/9055961637851112535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=9055961637851112535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/9055961637851112535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/9055961637851112535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/texas.html' title='Texas'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-6021601991023215848</id><published>2008-12-01T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:57:28.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday....Monday</title><content type='html'>We have a sick household. Poor Mark coughed his head up last night. In the 5 years that we have been together, he has never been sick. Never, not once. I must say though, he's milking it. You would have thought that he was going to die last night. So on my life of things to do today, get Mark some medicine! Good thing I had to go to Wally World today anyways. I HATE WALLY WORLD! The one here in Washington has a thing against opening more than 5 checkouts. Ugh. It takes forever to checkout. Not to mention it's always snowing or raining which makes the trip hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to clean this house also! I cleaned it like crazy a week ago but with the hustle of trying to get out of the house for Thanksgiving it got dirty. Ick. Not to mention, Mark has no sense of clean. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, off to start my day! Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-6021601991023215848?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/6021601991023215848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=6021601991023215848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6021601991023215848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/6021601991023215848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/12/mondaymonday.html' title='Monday....Monday'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-1962437180645639517</id><published>2008-11-30T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:24:49.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Mark and I had a great Thanksgiving. This was our first Thanksgiving without our family, minus that one that my Mom and I were in NYC for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. It didn't really feel like Thanksgiving but it was great to be around family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Illinois around 5pm on Wednesday evening. Mark had to work later than thought but we finally got into Paris around 11pm which wasn't bad. Traffic was heavy into Ohio but once we hit Indiana it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I got up and had a great conversation with my Uncle, who happens to be one of my favorite. When I went to wake Mark up he wasn't feeling well so I left to sleep until around 11:30. The family started coming over around noon and we ate about 15 minutes later which was SUPER early for us. They had about 25 people over. I knew about 10 of them which included cousins and second cousins. It was a good time none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That next morning Mark and I got up SUPER early and headed up to Champaign, IL to go to Best Buy. It was the closest one, mind you, it was over an hour away! We ended up getting a new TV! We are so excited. We deserve it big time! It's a 42 inch, Sony LCD...blah blah blah. That's all I know about it. Now I know we currently own 3 extra TVs. What in the world am I suppose to do with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up coming home on Saturday, and I'm so glad that we did because the weather was nasty today. Mark is still sick and I'm not feeling all that great. At least we get to go home in 23 days! I'm so excited and ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to take pre-natal vitamins and boy do they make me sick! I have always had problems with vitamins but man, these take the cake! I take them and 10 minutes later I throw up. NOT GOOD. I'm going to have to try something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-1962437180645639517?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/1962437180645639517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=1962437180645639517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1962437180645639517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1962437180645639517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-3923944869226523247</id><published>2008-11-22T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:45:36.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tech</title><content type='html'>I am still proud to be a Red Raider. I have NO idea what happened tonight. We look so bad it's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still a one loss team though!!! We still beat Texas!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; lost to Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up note, if there is one, Tech should be in the Cotton Bowl which means we will get to go to the game since we will be in Dallas over the Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next time Tech! I'm an Alumni and proud to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some exciting news though.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I were talking last night and we have decided that I will take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BCP&lt;/span&gt; through February, let my system clean out in March, and start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt; in April  and May giving us a December 09 to January 10 baby. We are very  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;. It was such an amazing feeling to hear Mark talk about a baby. He understands that I am ready and he is almost with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but be super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-3923944869226523247?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/3923944869226523247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=3923944869226523247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3923944869226523247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/3923944869226523247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/11/texas-tech.html' title='Texas Tech'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-7253863636585286411</id><published>2008-11-21T00:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:27:21.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone...Still</title><content type='html'>So Mark left for Williamsport on Sunday and was suppose to do a 16 stage job pumping 24 hours. This would have put him home on Wednesday, possibly Thursday (today). Well whenever he goes to Williamport this ALWAYS happens. Something went terribly wrong with the well and they have only done 2 stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when he is going to be home now. There is a VERY good chance he wont be home until sometime next week. BLAH!!! I hate that. I hate being home alone especially since I don't know anyone here. I just sit and watch TV all day. What a pointless life I have right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very worried about our Thanksgiving plans of going to Illinois because Mark may not be home yet. This ALWAYS happens when we have plans. With Mark being in the oil field we can never make plans. He has been doing this for 2 years and it's still the same. I feel like I'm married to a doctor. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done almost nothing this week. How lame am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night I had dinner with Samantha who is a childhood friend who moved to Japan after our freshmen year in HS. I hadn't seen her in 7 years so it was great! We sat at the bar and talked all night long. I can't wait to do it again. It's nice when you see and old friend and it's as though the time has stopped from where you last saw each other and starts when you see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I went to Macy's and got an AMAZING deal on a jacket. It's a red pea coat that was originally $129.00 and I walked away with it for $16.12! How great is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Wal*Mart to get baking things...and yet I didn't do a bit of baking today. Maybe tomorrow. I'm trying to put off most of my baking until next week so its fresh for Thanksgiving. We are going to be in a sugar coma for a month after all of the sweets I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other news, my BF Amanda and composed this amazing idea to go to the Big 12 championship if Tech wins this weekend. It would be me, Amanda and Michele. It would be so much fun. They are going to buy tickets tomorrow to the game. I haven't been able to talk with Mark about the trip yet. I'm not sure if he will be okay with me going since it is a $400 trip and we just bought our tickets home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With us still owning the house in Texas, we have to keep a close eye on our money. I sure hope I get to go! I also asked my Dad to see if they could give it to me as my x-mas present because what could they possibly get us? We are flying and the airlines will charge us a ton for extra baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure wish Mark would call! I haven't talked to him since 5:00pm On Wednesday and it is now 12:30AM on Friday. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-7253863636585286411?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/7253863636585286411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=7253863636585286411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7253863636585286411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/7253863636585286411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-alonestill.html' title='Home Alone...Still'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-1345354693270657542</id><published>2008-11-16T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:53:42.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dilemma of 2009 and 2010</title><content type='html'>Yes Yes, we are still in 2008, I know. So why am I stressing about 2010? Well, I will tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I have been married for 5 months next Friday. Almost half a year! Time has FLOWN! (On a side note, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; ALMOST done with my Thank You notes, I'm a terrible bride) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Any who&lt;/span&gt;, now the next question we get almost once a week is "when are you going to have a baby?" I think we get this question because we have been together 5 years so we're not your typical met, dated a year, and was married a year later for a total of knowing your husband/wife a total of two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with my "girl issues" that I've had for over a year now, I'd like to have a good idea about when I will need to stop my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BCP&lt;/span&gt; and when I will need to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; checkup and all that good stuff, not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; I want to loose 10lbs before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pregnant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;....... The original plan was for me to stop taking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BCP&lt;/span&gt; on our one year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt;. Then we will start trying around October-November of next year. This would give us a June-August 2010 baby right? That's a great time! I will be 24 and Mark will be 27..We will be married 2 years...together almost 7.....Great right? WRONG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August of 2009, Amanda and I are going to go to San Diego. We are making it a point to take a trip once a year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; if not more than one. This year we went to NYC! So okay, this trip is right before we start so it will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years going into 2010.....Amanda and I are going to London. We were going to go this year but Mark and I decided to go home for Christmas, but Tech might be in the National Championship! Can't miss that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OKay&lt;/span&gt;, this could be a problem. What if we are pregnant by then? That would pose a problem of flying across the world 6 weeks or so pregnant. So we can fix that problem and push back trying to December and I should be okay.....and that would give us September baby. Good Right? WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has two best friends. Craig and James. Both of them are planning on getting engaged this spring or summer in 2009....Giving them Summer 2010 weddings. See the problem? Oh yes, that would make me a lovely 6 or 7 months pregnant. PROBLEM! Not only would I be freaked out to fly but there's a VERY good chance of me being in on of the wedding seeing as she's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt; roommate and I hooked her and her bf up. We do know for a fact that Mark will be in both of the weddings if not the best man of both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frustration lies in the fact that I hate to put our family on hold for something like a wedding.....but with us living in Pennsylvania and these weddings being in Texas, We may have to put of baby making until April or May of 2010 which would mean a January baby which would be a BAD idea in Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; TOTALLY over analyzing this situation? I'm sure that I am!  My solution? I just don't have one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-1345354693270657542?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/1345354693270657542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=1345354693270657542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1345354693270657542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/1345354693270657542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/11/dilemma-of-2009-and-2010.html' title='The Dilemma of 2009 and 2010'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2379578760161697869</id><published>2008-11-16T11:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:54:41.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phobia'/><title type='text'>I have a phobia......</title><content type='html'>And that is staying a lone......at night. Every since I can remember, I have had this terrible fear of staying the night, in our house, alone. I have convinced myself that someone is watching our house and when they see that Mark's truck isn't in the driveway, they will know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; home alone and they will break in at night and rape and kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; crazy! Mark is leaving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Williamsport&lt;/span&gt; in a few hours and I will be here in Washington till Wednesday or Thursday by myself. YIKES! In other words, I will be up all night and will be sleeping all day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; the dogs will be happy because they will get to sleep with me in the living room all week! That's like a mini vacation for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I didn't have this total irrational phobia. I almost bought a plane ticket home for this week so I didn't have to be a lone. That would have been an option other than that whole three dogs things. It kind of puts a damper on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; a ton this week, now you know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to go to Michael's this afternoon when Mark leaves to go and get some things to paint. I use to oil paint when I was younger and I loved it! I still like to paint but supplies for oil painting are very expensive so I will stick to the less grand things and paint wood stuff. Exciting eh? I would paint this house top to bottom if it were ours, but seeing as it is just a rental, why would I invest money in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; house? Not logical, and Mark would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing today. It's suppose to snow all week. The good thing is that all four times it has snowed since we have lived in Pennsylvania, it never sticks. I guess this is both a good and a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to go brush Divot! Her hair is killing me! Silly Husky, why would she shed in the winter? Probably because she still thinks she's in Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269300060845162626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SSBQfMWewII/AAAAAAAAAB0/6xgW0QHcEr8/s320/Shower+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2379578760161697869?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2379578760161697869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2379578760161697869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2379578760161697869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2379578760161697869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-phobia.html' title='I have a phobia......'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/SSBQfMWewII/AAAAAAAAAB0/6xgW0QHcEr8/s72-c/Shower+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332509895314395403.post-2557247487696126304</id><published>2008-11-15T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:43:34.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newlywed'/><title type='text'>A Place For Me</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; new to the blogging world which probably means that most people won't actually read this in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; land. I have been a follower of many blogs over the past year or so. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; actually tried to start my own a few times, but I usually forget my log in name and password by the next time I try to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you some back history on me. I'm 22 and just married the love of my life in June of 2008. We have been together for 5 years in January so most people would say that we took the long road before we got married. We actually had good reason for this though. It was very important for us to both graduate from College, buy a house and have money in the bank before we got married. Who wants to get married and be broke? Not us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are probably thinking? How in the world was I able to buy a house at the age of 22? Well, I was actually 21 when we bought the house. DH is a mechanical engineer so we were able to save a lot faster than we thought we were going to be able to. Buying the house was one of the most exciting days in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well move to July 2008 and now DH has accepted a position in Western Pennsylvania and here we are in November 2008, living in PA, and owning a house in Texas. Fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought our house would sell fast. Glad to see that everyone was wrong. I partially blame myself for this because I probably chose the worst real estate agent in the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DFW&lt;/span&gt; area. To be fair, she is listed as one of the best, but we got off on the wrong foot and we've been limping a long ever since! Come on January 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; so we can be DONE with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH moved to Pennsylvania three weeks after the wedding and I stayed in Texas to try and sell the house. I finally moved up here in October. I'm not currently working. I will try to find a job in January. I can't wait for January! I've been going crazy in this house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough background information on me for right now! I'll be back with more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332509895314395403-2557247487696126304?l=thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/feeds/2557247487696126304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332509895314395403&amp;postID=2557247487696126304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2557247487696126304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332509895314395403/posts/default/2557247487696126304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofanewleywed.blogspot.com/2008/11/place-for-me.html' title='A Place For Me'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05533644198632703119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q3KKr4f3B0/Sm_MRL_fYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0297KmdTNoY/S220/n16701080_35805588_9034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
