<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 04:46:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Thompsons</title><description></description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>713</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-5390312362389168793</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-25T08:20:23.997-08:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Merry</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SzTmHo8bTuI/AAAAAAAADqo/C6Rrj1eisLc/s1600-h/thompson+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SzTmHo8bTuI/AAAAAAAADqo/C6Rrj1eisLc/s400/thompson+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419209270557888226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-5390312362389168793?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-merry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SzTmHo8bTuI/AAAAAAAADqo/C6Rrj1eisLc/s72-c/thompson+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-5549468138027404952</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T18:14:40.889-08:00</atom:updated><title>Guess who came to visit?!?</title><description>... Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to our very door.  When Olivia and Carson answered, they ran.  Soon after they bolted, they came back and sat right on his lap.  Carson was dumbstruck, I think he probably forgot his own name.  He was not afraid, just had no clue what to do in front of the big man.  His face went red and he did not utter a word.  He simply nodded his head in answers to questions.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWKOHo9Typc/SyrlCXE9MLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qveBqSDaPiU/s1600-h/Christmas2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWKOHo9Typc/SyrlCXE9MLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qveBqSDaPiU/s320/Christmas2009+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416393330583744690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWKOHo9Typc/SyrlTUTZGbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ukjDO5NncPA/s1600-h/Christmas2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWKOHo9Typc/SyrlTUTZGbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ukjDO5NncPA/s320/Christmas2009+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416393621896763826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWKOHo9Typc/SyrlObGSS3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hHW-onuR2dk/s1600-h/Christmas2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWKOHo9Typc/SyrlObGSS3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hHW-onuR2dk/s320/Christmas2009+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416393537821494130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Livi talked a lot more but could not answer what she wanted for Christmas.  I guess when Santa comes to your house unexpectedly, you lose your mind.  After a chat with Santa and two candy canes, Olivia asked if she could thank him by doing a dance for him.  Christmas music was turned on and away she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWKOHo9Typc/Syrk63udpMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5NV3NTA1hVs/s1600-h/Christmas2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWKOHo9Typc/Syrk63udpMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5NV3NTA1hVs/s320/Christmas2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416393201908819138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Santa liked it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-5549468138027404952?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-who-came-to-visit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWKOHo9Typc/SyrlCXE9MLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qveBqSDaPiU/s72-c/Christmas2009+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-7916048801028976752</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T15:02:17.231-08:00</atom:updated><title>Festival of Trees</title><description>We went to the Festival of Trees, it was really beautiful.  I did it while Kit was at work which I think was a mistake because there were 3 million people and it was hard to do what everyone wanted to do, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SyllmoOxJ1I/AAAAAAAADpw/DmSZwFxx1Xs/s1600-h/12-15-09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SyllmoOxJ1I/AAAAAAAADpw/DmSZwFxx1Xs/s400/12-15-09+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415971741198526290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sylm5mBtnAI/AAAAAAAADqY/OVkIRsVWu3A/s1600-h/12-15-09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sylm5mBtnAI/AAAAAAAADqY/OVkIRsVWu3A/s400/12-15-09+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415973166536039426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sylmjku8S6I/AAAAAAAADqQ/aLtOGPU4OmI/s1600-h/12-15-09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sylmjku8S6I/AAAAAAAADqQ/aLtOGPU4OmI/s400/12-15-09+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415972788231752610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SylmX_ClWpI/AAAAAAAADqI/0CergQe6928/s1600-h/12-15-09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SylmX_ClWpI/AAAAAAAADqI/0CergQe6928/s400/12-15-09+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415972589135026834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SylmKWfFFUI/AAAAAAAADqA/198Sg-anH2c/s1600-h/12-15-09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SylmKWfFFUI/AAAAAAAADqA/198Sg-anH2c/s400/12-15-09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415972354910393666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Syll84ieHYI/AAAAAAAADp4/Q3JHOpEnYLM/s1600-h/12-15-09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Syll84ieHYI/AAAAAAAADp4/Q3JHOpEnYLM/s400/12-15-09+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415972123533254018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-7916048801028976752?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/festival-of-trees.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SyllmoOxJ1I/AAAAAAAADpw/DmSZwFxx1Xs/s72-c/12-15-09+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-203910333977569925</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-15T20:00:42.314-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Checking in really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Big" Ultrasound was great, the baby is healthy, very much a girl and seems to like her privacy.  She gave us a look and then put both hands over her face.  Really quite cute to see something so tiny (7 oz!) developing a little personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame news is my new due date is May 18th!  Whaaaa.  So I've been pushed back, and at the end of your pregnancy that is like asking me to stay pregnant for a few more months than days.  But, I was tickled that my little lady is healthy and cute and everything is where it should be.  Kit and I found a name we really really like this weekend, but I'll never tell.  Well, I will tell, but just not until the little one is born.  I will tell you three other names we are considering and yes they are in order of how much I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia Sue (Sue after my Aunt Suz, will be the middle name regardless of the first name)&lt;br /&gt;Madeline (LINE, not LYNN) Sue&lt;br /&gt;Juliet Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is soon, YAY!  I have pictures of when we went to the Festival of Tree's, I'll post those tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-203910333977569925?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/checking-in-really-quick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-1039079916092795359</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T18:19:30.772-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SyGr5iodiPI/AAAAAAAADpo/LpqWDZ2HaZc/s1600-h/Olivia3months+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SyGr5iodiPI/AAAAAAAADpo/LpqWDZ2HaZc/s400/Olivia3months+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413797232113453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      My holding Olivia, my first born, only a month after she was born.  A tender moment caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing my two children, slathering them down with lotions and brushing their hair, wrestling their pajama's on, I realize how much I have.  Two happy beautiful smart children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very anxious to go to my doctor's appt tomorrow as it is the "big" ultrasound.  I want everything to go flawlessly and hope that my body is doing everything it should do to make my baby grow, be happy and eat well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only hope that this new little girl will be the perfect fit in between her brother and sister and our family will flawlessly meld together as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got a baby inside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And holds her belly tight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All through the night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just so she knows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's sleeping so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Safely to keep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her growing&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh when she'll open her eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There'll be no surprise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She'll grow to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so beautifully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just like her mother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's carrying&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Capri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's beauty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby inside She's loving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Capri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's Beauty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there is an angle growing peacfully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Capri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet Baby&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things will be hard at times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I've learned to try&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just listening&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Capri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet Baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Capri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's Beauty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby inside she's loving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Capri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yu're beauty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just like your mother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's carrying &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-1039079916092795359?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-holding-olivia-my-first-born-only.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SyGr5iodiPI/AAAAAAAADpo/LpqWDZ2HaZc/s72-c/Olivia3months+242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-4997964269108617742</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T21:22:33.005-08:00</atom:updated><title>Time to be HAPPY!</title><description>So I was really looking forward to get the moping out of my system until we found out today my little C man has pneumonia..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to lift my spirits a little,  share with me, what has been your most favorite gift you have received on Christmas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was not a tool box.  (FYI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-4997964269108617742?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-be-happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-7506032777965868074</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T18:09:31.235-08:00</atom:updated><title>Today</title><description>Today has been an interesting day.  With this lovely infection there is pain, there is lethargy and for some reason I have been getting pregnancy induced migraines to join the fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so nice when people show they care, friends and families included.  It hurts a little when a person or group of people haven't acknowledged us in some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all this, God is good and I am forever in his debt for looking at that perfect heartbeat and know she will be a healthy lovely little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-7506032777965868074?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-1800072197294132212</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 03:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T19:59:34.401-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Last night Kit and I raced from my Parents home to the Emergency room.  I was in the bathroom and saw a pretty substantial amount of blood in my underwear.  There was also blood when I wiped.  As you can imagine, I became an instant puddle of a Mommy mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario after scenario went through my mind as we drove.  We arrived at the ER, they do what they do by taking down all insurance and Id's and DNA samples and social security cards.  We waited for just a few minutes and were taken back to get vitals.  After vitals they took me to a room where I had someone come put an IV in my, took some of my blood and again we waited.  Soon an ultrasound tech came and wheeled me to the ultrasound room.  That moment in time when I looked up and saw her heart beating at a perfect 152 beats per minute, I melted again.  I quietly cried and quietly gave thanks.  They saw nothing wrong with my cervix or placenta and so they did a urine sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor came back in and said you have a horrendous bladder infection.  We rate the bacteria from a 1 to a 4, yours is 4+ and can easily spread to your kidney's.  They gave me a very strong antibiotic through my IV and then sent me home with large doses to take for 10 days.  So apparently this infection was so bad it was bleeding out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you, that I would suffer through endless bladder infections as long as my little girls is safe and healthy.  When I saw her on the screen kicking and moving all over the place I felt a love I cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night could not have ended better, seriously.  I have a massive infection that is breaking my body down but I'm on the mend and the baby is in her own happy little place cute as a pickle and healthy as can be.  Its not an exaggeration of what a Mommy will do for her child, both unborn and born.  The thought that she might be gone was too much for me to bear and I am so thankful, so thankful for each little kick I get now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-1800072197294132212?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night-kit-and-i-raced-from-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-162082561461043275</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T08:56:10.878-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Oh.... let me just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those days where not much goes right?   Nothing horrifyingly bad goes wrong but things like losing your keys so you can't go get your hair done (its been 10 weeks or more since I've done anything with it.... you know how we girls are we need things like that.)  Kit found out he did not receive a job in Salt Lake that was going to be my saving grace as he works now in OREM.  We have not started any Christmas shopping because we don't have the money we need yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only want the very very best for my Husband and Children and with being pregnant and sick and dealing with depression during pregnancy, its hard and I feel like I'm failing.  I recognize that this is just a crummy day and things will look brighter tomorrow but I like to record the bad days along with the good.  Just so I can remember I am real.  So I can show my children that no one escapes trials and in that lesson I have learned to never judge someone before I know their situation or walk in their shoes.  Everyone deserves a hug, a second chance, a lending hand, a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew James Bellamy is an English musician and composer, who is best known as the &lt;b&gt;lead &lt;/b&gt;vocalist, guitarist, pianist, and primary songwriter of the rock band &lt;b&gt;Muse&lt;/b&gt;.  He is amazing.  The latest album released "The Resistance" is basically a rock opera of the book 1984.  I have been listening to it NON stop and I adore it.  #11 is my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-162082561461043275?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-6176021362985782664</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T08:18:27.926-08:00</atom:updated><title>A little late...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SxVBdQ6xbCI/AAAAAAAADos/DC2YRfYXsfA/s1600/OliviaLobster.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SxVBdQ6xbCI/AAAAAAAADos/DC2YRfYXsfA/s400/OliviaLobster.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410302498369006626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(Olivia showing us her crab, dripping with butter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Since I love to look back on what my kids have done/said, I have to write down a little bit more about Olivia's 5th Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We usually do a Birthday dinner, Birthday kid's choice.  We asked Olivia a few weeks in advance where she would like to go.  I thought for sure Chuck E. Cheese, or some equally obnoxious restaurant but she quickly replied "RED LOBSTER!"  She wanted crab and lobster.  She never wavered in those few weeks leading to her Birthday so on Nov. 11th we hopped in the car and went to Red Lobster.  She ordered the kids snow crab and ate every last bite.  She also ate half of Kit's lobster and ended it with an ice cream sundae.  She was in Heaven and I thought it was so funny that my little 5 year old has such a sophisticated palate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(She is nothing like me by the way, I hate sea food, but her Daddy LOVES it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-6176021362985782664?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-late.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SxVBdQ6xbCI/AAAAAAAADos/DC2YRfYXsfA/s72-c/OliviaLobster.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-2977757140494723374</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T19:51:48.570-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wonderful, happy Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a special one for me.  I have a wonderful family and a healthy pregnancy so far.  We have finally gotten a hold of our financial situation and feel like this is our fresh start.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will link you to an amazing miracle of a song in our lives.  We adore this song.  (tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-2977757140494723374?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope-you-have-wonderful-happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-4061343758354707698</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T20:34:24.740-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Here I am at (almost) 16 weeks.  Yeah, I look pregnant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Swb354Ps00I/AAAAAAAADoM/9VclMpuulnA/s1600/16weeks+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Swb354Ps00I/AAAAAAAADoM/9VclMpuulnA/s400/16weeks+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406280976427701058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Swb4TayFwYI/AAAAAAAADoc/Ib-tIEFlox8/s1600/16weeks+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Swb4TayFwYI/AAAAAAAADoc/Ib-tIEFlox8/s400/16weeks+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406281415195476354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Also, Kit and I cheated and got an early ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Swb4MaOfDYI/AAAAAAAADoU/ZGHWA29viRg/s1600/Baby%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Swb4MaOfDYI/AAAAAAAADoU/ZGHWA29viRg/s400/Baby%233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406281294787054978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Swb4ie7eyOI/AAAAAAAADok/XXPvlLyyqUI/s1600/Halloween2009+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Swb4ie7eyOI/AAAAAAAADok/XXPvlLyyqUI/s400/Halloween2009+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406281674006644962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-4061343758354707698?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-i-am-at-almost-16-weeks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Swb354Ps00I/AAAAAAAADoM/9VclMpuulnA/s72-c/16weeks+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-5733001697964515297</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T18:50:49.144-08:00</atom:updated><title>Boy or Girl?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SwIPgRDZP9I/AAAAAAAADoE/GpMVCwiPlYQ/s1600/FAMILYPICTURES2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SwIPgRDZP9I/AAAAAAAADoE/GpMVCwiPlYQ/s400/FAMILYPICTURES2009+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404899549805887442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We find out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;December 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-5733001697964515297?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/boy-or-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SwIPgRDZP9I/AAAAAAAADoE/GpMVCwiPlYQ/s72-c/FAMILYPICTURES2009+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-5070660684427775020</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T21:19:11.568-08:00</atom:updated><title>The pictures say it all, I present Olivia's luncheon and tea party!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-PRv6g4UI/AAAAAAAADn8/_3p3uxg4n9o/s1600-h/lindseyinvite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-PRv6g4UI/AAAAAAAADn8/_3p3uxg4n9o/s400/lindseyinvite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404195612950323522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-IXZ14ODI/AAAAAAAADmE/wRiKLSrtozQ/s1600-h/Olivia52009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-IXZ14ODI/AAAAAAAADmE/wRiKLSrtozQ/s400/Olivia52009+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404188013523122226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-MZ9zWMnI/AAAAAAAADn0/csZ6Uvx-UyY/s1600-h/Olivia52009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-MZ9zWMnI/AAAAAAAADn0/csZ6Uvx-UyY/s400/Olivia52009+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404192455582429810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-MUtqi5BI/AAAAAAAADns/Do3uw9PaqnA/s1600-h/Olivia52009+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-MUtqi5BI/AAAAAAAADns/Do3uw9PaqnA/s400/Olivia52009+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404192365351199762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-MPNb1QNI/AAAAAAAADnk/vBsngsalMZs/s1600-h/Olivia52009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-LD4XR-RI/AAAAAAAADm8/Iul6Vg1y9D4/s400/Olivia52009+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190976653785362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-K-rRldkI/AAAAAAAADm0/daBdEnPAcmM/s1600-h/Olivia52009+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-K-rRldkI/AAAAAAAADm0/daBdEnPAcmM/s400/Olivia52009+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190887240889922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-K4u19eaI/AAAAAAAADms/1xeIscD5vmo/s1600-h/Olivia52009+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-K4u19eaI/AAAAAAAADms/1xeIscD5vmo/s400/Olivia52009+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190785119549858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-ItxaVe8I/AAAAAAAADmk/9RuVBJQ3xUI/s1600-h/Olivia52009+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-ItxaVe8I/AAAAAAAADmk/9RuVBJQ3xUI/s400/Olivia52009+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404188397807172546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-IoUvDHBI/AAAAAAAADmc/Sz1hrNwfEbQ/s1600-h/Olivia52009+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-IoUvDHBI/AAAAAAAADmc/Sz1hrNwfEbQ/s400/Olivia52009+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404188304210074642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-Ijr0B6YI/AAAAAAAADmU/ESrTNmGfF7Q/s1600-h/Olivia52009+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-Ijr0B6YI/AAAAAAAADmU/ESrTNmGfF7Q/s400/Olivia52009+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404188224505637250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-Id5dreVI/AAAAAAAADmM/0UJOYZegh0Q/s1600-h/Olivia52009+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-Id5dreVI/AAAAAAAADmM/0UJOYZegh0Q/s400/Olivia52009+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404188125090773330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-5070660684427775020?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-say-it-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sv-PRv6g4UI/AAAAAAAADn8/_3p3uxg4n9o/s72-c/lindseyinvite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-2217287123183550296</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 17:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T09:34:52.111-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy 5th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my sweet Olivia&lt;/span&gt;.   I cannot believe you are FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Svr1Gw26lgI/AAAAAAAADl0/04T324MmFQs/s1600-h/Olivia52009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Svr1Gw26lgI/AAAAAAAADl0/04T324MmFQs/s400/Olivia52009+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402900199527585282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Svr1NOpFRVI/AAAAAAAADl8/FXu_oN21llM/s1600-h/Olivia52009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Svr1NOpFRVI/AAAAAAAADl8/FXu_oN21llM/s400/Olivia52009+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402900310601844050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy ____ Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-2217287123183550296?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Svr1Gw26lgI/AAAAAAAADl0/04T324MmFQs/s72-c/Olivia52009+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-3416645519965600895</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T19:25:38.551-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tonight I had a nice visit with my parents and with my Grandparents.  I realized three things tonight in the time we spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;1.  Being Pregnant is always a miracle from God.  Despite the severe morning sickness and depression, I need to step back and be grateful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;2.  Whether this child is a boy or girl, the ultimate importance  is for the baby to be healthy.  How trivial it is to hope for a boy so he can play football, or for a girl to dress her up in bows.  These are fun exciting things to hope for but talking with my Grandma about her daughter (my aunt) that recently passed away.... my Grandma simply said, you don't realize what you have got until its gone.  So I basically got a strong feeling that as I continue through this pregnancy with a calm heart, a glad heart and gentle spirit.  I must know this is a pure miracle inside of me, a little soul who met my Aunt in heaven and met my grandpa in heaven as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So as it is fun to hope for a boy or a girl (and we all do!) I realized today with the conversation with my Grandma that life is too short and too sweet then to want anything more than a pink healthy baby.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-3416645519965600895?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonight-i-had-nice-visit-with-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-3205796821179647088</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T07:16:43.620-08:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SvBJRLLjevI/AAAAAAAADls/C4A1strBOpk/s1600-h/Halloween2009+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SvBJRLLjevI/AAAAAAAADls/C4A1strBOpk/s400/Halloween2009+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399896512625081074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SvBI6F_hDPI/AAAAAAAADlk/Sakj7nX1GZc/s1600-h/Halloween2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SvBI6F_hDPI/AAAAAAAADlk/Sakj7nX1GZc/s400/Halloween2009+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399896116095421682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SvBI0n0r6_I/AAAAAAAADlc/AKm4PwK3FKg/s1600-h/Halloween2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SvBI0n0r6_I/AAAAAAAADlc/AKm4PwK3FKg/s400/Halloween2009+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399896022097587186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SvBIvDJFBdI/AAAAAAAADlU/QcmWwdJvMDo/s1600-h/Halloween2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SvBIvDJFBdI/AAAAAAAADlU/QcmWwdJvMDo/s400/Halloween2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399895926351660498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was so much fun this year, serious.  Both kids were so excited to trick or treat.  They would run to each house and when the door opened they would yell TRICK OR TREAT!  Carson would then say "This is my sister Olivia, she's a witch and I'm the spider man."  Following the candy placement, they would both say thank you and Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson was sure to tell people that no, he was not spider man.  In fact he was Carson, dressed up as Spider man, duh.  After a few falls with the actual mask on (yes I did cut the eye holes bigger) we decided to just take it off.  It was hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-3205796821179647088?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SvBJRLLjevI/AAAAAAAADls/C4A1strBOpk/s72-c/Halloween2009+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-8055660564538448654</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T10:01:43.620-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bee's</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Susb7io-kII/AAAAAAAADlM/NS-tiNHK98s/s1600-h/bee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Susb7io-kII/AAAAAAAADlM/NS-tiNHK98s/s400/bee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398439288058581122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you know me, you'll know I'm sort of afraid of bee's.  I've never been stung so I think it is the anticipation of getting stung that scares me.  I loose control when I see a bee (which is embarrassing, but un controllable!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning after some time spent in the bathroom, I went to go find my purse which has my zofran in it.  I picked it up and put it under my arm and ZAP I got a huge pain on my arm near my arm pit.  I was sure I had been bitten by a black widow or some other deadly spider and sat the purse down to inspect my arm.  I saw a red mark and some swelling and looked down at my purse and there was a BEE walking around on it.  A bee!  On a wintry Friday morning in my purse in the house, a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will react the same way when I see a bee flying around outside because now I am convinced they are maniacal little devil's who prey on unsuspecting pregnant women who they know will over react if stung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-8055660564538448654?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/bees.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Susb7io-kII/AAAAAAAADlM/NS-tiNHK98s/s72-c/bee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-4930119932274404531</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T07:17:19.611-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Yesterday was a traumatic day in our house.  Olivia found scissors and got a liiiiitle cut happy and decided to cut her bangs off and then she took the scissors to Carson's head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the result:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SucAom3O7VI/AAAAAAAADlE/dKaCLv3eMLw/s1600-h/livihaircut.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SucAom3O7VI/AAAAAAAADlE/dKaCLv3eMLw/s400/livihaircut.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397283376053808466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is her forehead, where she used to have bangs and some hair.  Right in time for her 5th Birthday, Thanksgiving and Christmas!  Oh Olivia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-4930119932274404531?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-was-traumatic-day-in-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/SucAom3O7VI/AAAAAAAADlE/dKaCLv3eMLw/s72-c/livihaircut.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-2908356711636666997</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T14:24:07.436-07:00</atom:updated><title>UPDATE!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/StzY0cqz-fI/AAAAAAAADk8/w1jNpkBGySg/s1600-h/il_430xN.43035108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/StzY0cqz-fI/AAAAAAAADk8/w1jNpkBGySg/s400/il_430xN.43035108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394424849243568626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing well, I switched back to the "brand name" zofran and it has helped.  I sometimes feel like I will never ever feel better and will never want to eat food again, but I know it will pass.  (right?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first doctor's appointment and my due date is May 8th!!  I saw the little being and he/she was kicking kicking shaking and moving, so active for such a little sprout.  It was really sweet to see, it even sort of looked like a baby!  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some cute pictures and a really cute drawing Olivia did, so I will post soon.  Its hard to get the energy or motivation to blog when I barely have the energy or motivation to move from the bed in the morning.  I hope the 2nd trimester brings energy and cravings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-2908356711636666997?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/StzY0cqz-fI/AAAAAAAADk8/w1jNpkBGySg/s72-c/il_430xN.43035108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-384200073767382382</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T13:43:34.680-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I have been missing and if you look close in my room you see an indent in the bed where I have been laying.  I have been sick.  So sick that I want to punch baby animals, thats really sick because I like animals especially baby ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I have been in survival mode.  But I will be showing some really cute pictures of the niece Bria in her blessing attire.  Her dress was so beautiful I can't wait for you to see the pictures (and her Mom can't wait to see them either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, soon, I'm sure.  Just trying to remember how to deal with this, parent and remember that its all for the bebe.  The bebe and for me and for Kit and for Livi and Carson (who asks me daily if the baby is coming and if he/she is going to pop out of my mouth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-384200073767382382?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-been-missing-and-if-you-look.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-7343132577199962809</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T17:25:19.701-07:00</atom:updated><title>Computer Crazies</title><description>So my lack of pictures is not due to anything but the fact that my computer is in the shop.  It went a little crazy and so that with all of my pictures are on time out.  I still have my words though, so hopefully those will do for the next little bit.  That is all I have to say today.  Sorry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-7343132577199962809?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-4252296565239239562</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T07:27:07.413-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pregnancy Rage?</title><description>I have learned over two pregnancies and now a third, that a certain pregnancy rage pours out, much like the pregnancy glow (never got that?) and the throwing up.  I noticed this rage yesterday as I was driving.  I actually envisioned bumping a silver Nissan, just ramming into the side of it.  Its mistake?  Driving THIRTY in a FORTY zone... can you imagine?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up and headed to the toilet while simultaneously pulling back my hair I felt rage.  Rage towards Kit, the poor guy.  My rage built when Carson came in the bathroom as I was throwing up and tried to put contact lenses in my eyes.  Again, towards Kit, sleeping peacefully in our warm cozy bed.  (He soon got up and helped of course, there was no real reason to feel the rage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done receiving pokes to the eyes I went back in my room and layed down.  I opened up my bottle of zofran and put one underneath my tongue and waited as it dissolved.  Slowly, the rage settled down and all I felt was GRATEFUL!  Grateful for this pregnancy, for my family, and for the beloved anti-puke pill zofran.  I decided this morning that the middle name of this child, girl or boy, will be Zo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but really, did any of you feel the pregnancy rage?  It doesn't over power the happy and excitement, it just manifests itself sometimes and I feel like I'm watching a movie of my angry pregnant self.  Just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That was a joke, no Zo's around here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-4252296565239239562?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-rage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-5649500979706626302</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T08:51:18.129-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Today Poppy flew into the empty bath tub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have heard the kids giggle when I told them to go check out the little surprise in the tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going to chop my hair today.  I am going to need it out of the way while my head is in the toilet.  Get what I'm sayin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-5649500979706626302?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-poppy-flew-into-empty-bath-tub.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241845.post-988603296824277265</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T15:03:51.030-07:00</atom:updated><title>Up!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sq-u7nOltbI/AAAAAAAADk0/iOwDfsKbBaM/s1600-h/up3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sq-u7nOltbI/AAAAAAAADk0/iOwDfsKbBaM/s400/up3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381712418896721330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly peeps, if you haven't seen Up, you MUST go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a DARLING movie.  It is beautiful to watch (so colorful and bright) and it is the sweetest story ever.  We went last night to the dollar theater to see it (again) and I loved it just as much the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it!  Bring tissues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW MIGHT BE INTERESTED IN AN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ADORABLE &lt;/span&gt;MINIATURE TEA SET, GO TO &lt;a href="http://posietgoodies.blogspot.com"&gt;WWW.POSIETGOODIES.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt; AND CHECK    THEM OUT.  SO SO SO SO CUTE AND SO AFFORDABLE.  EMAIL ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh91/customblogdesigns/sig/lindseysig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10241845-988603296824277265?l=thompsonlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thompsonlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IIUK7RN3No/Sq-u7nOltbI/AAAAAAAADk0/iOwDfsKbBaM/s72-c/up3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>