<?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-18405088</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:24:46.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is an oyster.  Hard to chew... harder to swallow.</title><subtitle type='html'>Holy Inappropriateness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-1877150463726930392</id><published>2008-07-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:23:26.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a slacker</title><summary type='text'>so, blogging isn't my forte. I don't have much time to myself these days so I'll just post some pics and skip the chatter.But first, I must address this one issue - my tan. No, I do not have cancer or live in a cave. I do know that vitamin D is best sought through sunlight, yes, I do. But, I was thinking since in two scary months, I am turning 30 and will be old, I ought not contribute to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/1877150463726930392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/1877150463726930392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-slacker.html' title='i&apos;m a slacker'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ReF_GDWSOQQ/SIpPNLWZQhI/AAAAAAAADVk/2MKNhIUwXhk/s72-c/meldad' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-9079788255272604971</id><published>2008-06-08T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:34:16.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I die... or turn 30</title><summary type='text'>In a little less than four months from now, I will become a 30 year old and my life will be over.four months.  THIRTY.  life = over.I'm not looking forward to this event at all and have been kicking and screaming throughout my last year of 20's.  However, I've recently come to realize that kicking and screaming isn't going to stop time and I ought to do something else to keep me occupied for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/9079788255272604971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/9079788255272604971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-i-die.html' title='Before I die... or turn 30'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-7101544849742329050</id><published>2008-05-19T12:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:23:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love thy neighbor</title><summary type='text'>We are so fortunate to live near people who are intelligent, witty and thoughtful - much like ourselves, of course. As I write, Jerry and Bunyan, (Jerry is our very dry humored neighbor across the street who is also Bunyan's BFF and Bunyan is our neighbor to our right who has been living in the states with his wife, Chantan, since the late 70's when they fled Cambodia) are building a shared fence</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7101544849742329050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7101544849742329050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-thy-neighbor.html' title='Love thy neighbor'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-5624631339691293736</id><published>2008-05-06T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:31:20.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>riddle me this</title><summary type='text'>what do you do when...after spending 2 hours at OMSI and decide it's time to head home, your devil child - I mean, DARLING child, chooses to lay on the floor and refuse to leave just as a school field trip is forging through the museum... at which point, you, being a loving parent, think it would cruel to allow your child to be trampled by other well-behaved children and try to coax her outside </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/5624631339691293736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/5624631339691293736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/05/riddle-me-this.html' title='riddle me this'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-410357776514731343</id><published>2008-04-29T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:52:01.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few pics...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/410357776514731343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/410357776514731343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-pics.html' title='a few pics...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ReF_GDWSOQQ/SBeYUzrbyBI/AAAAAAAAC1g/YZnaCzl4Xfk/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp43235%253Enu%253D3233%253E453%253E9%253B%253B%253E2324453%253A%253A%253C97%253Aot1lsi%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-759482039814945535</id><published>2008-02-28T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:01:07.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!</title><summary type='text'>I'll post pics soon...Audrey Belle Hughson made her grand appearance February 25, 2008 at 11:52pm!  here's the details:7lbs 15oz22 1/4 inches long13 in headAPGAR: 9Chris and I were watching "A Raisin in the Sun" after getting settled for the night.  I had a doctor's appointment earlier in the day where I found I was 4cm dilated.  She said I could go to hospital if I wanted an "elective induction"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/759482039814945535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/759482039814945535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/02/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-7124246884080163616</id><published>2008-02-24T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:24:57.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy "D-Day" to me - NOT!</title><summary type='text'>February 24 has come and almost gone and I am STILL freaking pregnant!The doctors are big fat liars. "second babies usually come early" she says. uh-huh, whatever. I guess the key word here is "usually" cause I for one am still pregnant and in two hours will be joining the over-due club.I've got them all figured out now. They tell women these lies because they know without us, our species would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7124246884080163616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7124246884080163616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-d-day-to-me-not.html' title='Happy &quot;D-Day&quot; to me - NOT!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-5826617272402493579</id><published>2008-02-10T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:27:46.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two week wait....</title><summary type='text'>thank god this baby is due in two weeks!   I'm so ready to not be pregnant, but with my luck, she'll decide to cook until my kidneys give in.  damn.  eh well, I just keep reminding myself what hell the first couple of weeks/months are and how much more difficult it will be this time around with an almost 2 year old running the show.  I get Chris home for two weeks (including the time I'm in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/5826617272402493579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/5826617272402493579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-week-wait.html' title='two week wait....'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-7808426496876052242</id><published>2008-01-30T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:07:45.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the Union</title><summary type='text'>Highlights from Monday's address:1. The military official who, when the camera panned over him, looked like he just threw up a little in his mouth.2.  The Democrats sitting stone faced while the GOP jumped in glee at every fifth word.3.  The Justices looking utterly disgusted.4.  The signing of autographs after the address.5.  The fact that it was G.W.B.'s last address.6.  We taught Kaitlyn to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7808426496876052242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7808426496876052242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/state-of-union.html' title='State of the Union'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-6068881837845689864</id><published>2008-01-26T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:41:32.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus christ</title><summary type='text'>This is so gross... The other day, as I was driving Kaitlyn and myself home from the indoor park, I started feeling a bit woozy, light-headed, hot, etc.  Being somewhat hypoglycemic, I figured my blood sugar was low (it was close to lunch time) and perhaps I should take some help from our friend Ronald McDonald and not worry myself with cooking a nutritious lunch that day.   ( my defense: I NEVER</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/6068881837845689864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/6068881837845689864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/jesus-christ.html' title='jesus christ'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-5224416227600675104</id><published>2008-01-12T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:46:47.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He got schooled</title><summary type='text'>This is one of those times where you probably had to be there but it's a proud and funny moment - so I'll share.You all know Kyle... our 130 lb. pony we often pass off as a dog.  Despite his size, he is very much at the bottom of the ladder in our pack and today, that was made crystal clear.  He is, overall, a very well behaved dog but sometimes thinks he can have an attitude...  this doesn't go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/5224416227600675104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/5224416227600675104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-got-schooled.html' title='He got schooled'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-6718945643437077357</id><published>2007-12-31T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:53:05.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hilariously sickening</title><summary type='text'>A little background before we get to the good part...  For the past week or so I have been sick and Kaitlyn finally caught what I have.  I woke up at 4am on Saturday to her having a coughing fit so I went to check on her.  Sure enough, she's burning up, coughing, and as soon as I get close enough, starts vomiting all over the place.  Just what I was hoping for!  I get her cleaned up, change her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/6718945643437077357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/6718945643437077357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/12/hilariously-sickening.html' title='hilariously sickening'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-7210737607865740034</id><published>2007-12-28T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:26:35.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone light a fire under my butt!</title><summary type='text'>soooo...  I've just realized that this baby will be full-term in 5 weeks. FIVE WEEKS! I'm not due for another eight, but still! (I have the feeling I'm not going to last another eight weeks... wishful thinking maybe?) We're on the home stretch here and I kid you not when I say - we have done NOTHING to prepare.  absolutely nothing.  seriously.  purchased nothing, washed nothing, installed nothing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7210737607865740034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7210737607865740034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/12/someone-light-fire-under-my-butt.html' title='someone light a fire under my butt!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-6078088853423108045</id><published>2007-10-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:20:09.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy little girl</title><summary type='text'>I like to keep Kaitlyn very busy and engaged most of the time.  If she's busy, she's happy! Here's an idea of what her daily activities consist of at 18 months of age.Monday: Tiny Tots story time at the library, and the park if it's not rainingTuesday: Indoor play park at the community center (when it's rainy) - we turn the kids lose in the gym which is crammed full with indoor slides, tons of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/6078088853423108045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/6078088853423108045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-little-girl.html' title='A busy little girl'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-3833872396967074585</id><published>2007-10-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:58:34.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still alive!</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I tried.  Blogging isn't as easy now that I'm home with Kaitlyn, that is, compared to sitting at a desk and surfing the net for 6-7 hours a day at my last job. Nothing too new and exciting to report... just a quick post to say we are alive and relatively well.  Life has been crazy for us lately, as usual. The baby seems to be doing well, too.  She's been kicking more and more everyday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/3833872396967074585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/3833872396967074585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-are-still-alive.html' title='We are still alive!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-6804837159662991034</id><published>2007-10-08T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:39:10.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A .....</title><summary type='text'>GIRL !!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/6804837159662991034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/6804837159662991034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/10/its.html' title='IT&apos;S A .....'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-4038514506623816979</id><published>2007-08-22T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:24:17.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break</title><summary type='text'>After a lot of thought and hours of talks, number crunching and soul searching – we decided tonight to walk away from Dunsmuir (yes, we name our houses the streets they are on.  How else can we keep track?)  We will hold our current position, take the townhouse off the market immediately and rent it out.  With the bubble burst, holding steady makes the best financial sense and we will likely cash</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/4038514506623816979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/4038514506623816979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-2907098686363252983</id><published>2007-08-22T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:25:32.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's just peachy</title><summary type='text'>Our hopes of actually closing this house by Friday are slipping away right before ours, and the nation's eyes. BNC (the lender) just publicly announced it's closing the doors and halting all new lending activity. A tiny spec of a glimmer of artificial light through rose colored glasses still remains though as our file is in final review and all conditions have been met as of Monday.  So, we got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/2907098686363252983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/2907098686363252983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-just-peachy.html' title='That&apos;s just peachy'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-8750337933640273749</id><published>2007-08-21T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:54:19.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the park...</title><summary type='text'>Today, just like every other day, Kaitlyn and I headed out looking for some adventure.  Yesterday was the Children's Museum - today was the park. We walked to the play ground and find the best swing.  I hoist her up and off she goes - giggling and smiling.  UNTIL - she gets a very serious look on her face, slouches down, closes her eyes and GOES TO SLEEP!  in the SWING!  who is this child?  This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/8750337933640273749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/8750337933640273749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-park.html' title='At the park...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-18229029729914454</id><published>2007-08-21T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:40:15.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always something to laugh about</title><summary type='text'>I consider myself very fortunate to be able to find the humor in things that piss me off.   I’m also fortunate to tengo un hermana who also revels in this weird humor. Last Friday I had my mother-in-law watch Kaitlyn while I took our nasty little BMW to get detailed so we can sell it once and for all.  (I HATE THAT CAR WITH A PASSION)  So, she gets up from her nap and we hop in the Expedition and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/18229029729914454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/18229029729914454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/always-something-to-laugh-about.html' title='Always something to laugh about'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-8755501976584772515</id><published>2007-08-17T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:04:27.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the crunch</title><summary type='text'>if you’ve been following Wall street lately, or even if you haven’t, chances are you’ve caught wind of the crashing sub-prime market and “credit crunch”.  Quick synopsis – over the past two years, lenders (real estate) have been very loosey-goosey with their money and created all kinds of creative ways for borrowers with less than perfect credit and not a whole lot of income to buy a home and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/8755501976584772515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/8755501976584772515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/feeling-crunch.html' title='Feeling the crunch'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-7992668550639289506</id><published>2007-08-16T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:19:03.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Story of Kaitlyn Grace Hughson</title><summary type='text'>Born April 6, 2006 @ 7:41pm8lbs 11.6oz, 21 inches long, 13 inch headAPGARS 9 &amp; 9We knew Kaitlyn would be making her appearance soon after a routine prenatal doctors appointment on April 5th. At the appointment, the doctor found off the chart amounts of protein in my urine. This, usually accompanied with high blood pressure is a sign of pre-eclampsia aka toxemia. But my blood pressure was fine. We</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7992668550639289506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/7992668550639289506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/birth-story-of-kaitlyn-grace-hughson.html' title='Birth Story of Kaitlyn Grace Hughson'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ReF_GDWSOQQ/RsSsn43JRkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K9DN3ykBLUA/s72-c/DSCN1378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-4692847062729694420</id><published>2007-08-15T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:22:51.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog...</title><summary type='text'>well folks... it seems I haven't really kept up on this blog for - oh - about 16 months.  Surprisingly, people have been asking if I will start it up again.  I guess my banter is somewhat interesting to others... so, because I would love nothing more than to make others happy, I will try to do a better job of sharing with you tidbits from my hectic little life. To get things started, I thought it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/4692847062729694420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/4692847062729694420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-114420692751325226</id><published>2006-04-04T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:15:27.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piglet</title><summary type='text'>Baby is turning into a little piglet! A little, warm, comfy, happy, piglet. I have apparently made her a very nice home and now she doesn't want to come out. I've even tried walking her out a couple of times - to no avail.On Sunday, we walked for 3 miles, up hills &amp; stairs... no baby. Today, we went shopping and walked around for 3 1/2 hours... no baby. Not even any good braxton hicks - I guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114420692751325226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114420692751325226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/04/piglet.html' title='Piglet'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-114392614267266697</id><published>2006-04-01T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T13:15:43.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April!</title><summary type='text'>Looks like this little girl isn't quite ready to join the ranks of the Lynn/Hughson family. *sigh*But, let's look on the bright side:1. She'll be the only one in our family with an April birthday2. I was able to make a mad dash for the police department today and have the car seat installed by someone who actually knows what they're doing (1 day before I'm due - maybe she was just waiting for me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114392614267266697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114392614267266697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-april.html' title='Happy April!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-114308793873404195</id><published>2006-03-22T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:25:43.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Watch 2006 - Part Deux</title><summary type='text'>Well, here we are, 38 1/2 weeks.  Chris is bugging me to pack a bag.  eh - whatever.  I'll get around to it.  I don't want it sitting there staring at me saying "is today the day?" "is today the day?"   I figure, if the average length of labor is somewhere in the range of 12-18 hours, I'll have PLENTY of time to pack some socks and shampoo before we head out.  Plus, it will give us something to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114308793873404195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114308793873404195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/03/baby-watch-2006-part-deux.html' title='Baby Watch 2006 - Part Deux'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-114227273446393030</id><published>2006-03-13T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:58:55.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Watch 2006</title><summary type='text'>Folks, we've hit a milestone.  The baby is "well done".  Meaning, we are officially full-term and ready to pop at anytime! YAY!  According to the latest ultrasound, SHE is still a SHE (thank god - or else we would have a cross-dressing son... I'm NOT giving up all the cute little dresses!), and is head-down, ready to launch. The waiting begins.  It could be anyday now... although I'll probably be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114227273446393030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114227273446393030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/03/belly-watch-2006.html' title='Belly Watch 2006'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-114098381437297832</id><published>2006-02-26T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:58:35.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a belly shot from 2 weeks ago (33 weeks) to tide you all over until Chris returns with the camera for an update.CAUTION: This may disturb some viewers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114098381437297832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114098381437297832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/02/heres-belly-shot-from-2-weeks-ago-33.html' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-114098298313962985</id><published>2006-02-26T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:45:53.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, seeing that it's been a month to the day since I have shared my worldly wisdom and tales from the never ending excitement that is my life with all of cyberspace... I regress.Chris has spent every waking moment these past 2 months studying for the Bar exam - which was on Feb. 22 &amp; 23. It's been tough for him to adjust to having free time and has now decided that we need to gut &amp; remodel the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114098298313962985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/114098298313962985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-seeing-that-its-been-month-to-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113830741566547354</id><published>2006-01-26T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:49:12.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really need to know?</title><summary type='text'>I am finding that being pregnant is kind of like being a traveling circus. Every time I am out in public, I get stared at like I have snot running down my face. People are completely infatuated with pregnant women!The stares first became unavoidably obvious a couple of weeks ago when Chris and I met for lunch. When we were leaving the restaurant, almost every single head turned and all eyes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113830741566547354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113830741566547354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-you-really-need-to-know.html' title='Do you really need to know?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113815180304417985</id><published>2006-01-24T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:16:43.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye pants... Goodbye shirts...</title><summary type='text'>Well folks - today is a sad day. I am officially HUGE and have outgrown my favorite maternity jeans and a couple shirts. I knew this day would come... but it still sucks. These were the cute jeans that didn't look like maternity jeans - real waist and all! But now, they pinch my waist too much and are banished to the bottom of the drawer. So sad. And last week, I had to come to terms with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113815180304417985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113815180304417985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-pants-goodbye-shirts.html' title='Goodbye pants... Goodbye shirts...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113743507816117633</id><published>2006-01-16T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:11:18.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really am EXTRA healthy!</title><summary type='text'>I have been waiting on pins &amp; needles to get the results back from the blood work I had done to test for gestational diabetes a couple of weeks ago...  I FINALLY got them this weekend and I PASSED!!! YAY!!! It's not that I was worried about having GD as much as the thought of having to do more blood work and fasting, and all the fun stuff they make you do if you don't pass the 1 hour test.  They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113743507816117633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113743507816117633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-am-extra-healthy.html' title='I really am EXTRA healthy!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113725809710586112</id><published>2006-01-14T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T09:05:39.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Belly Growth Batman!</title><summary type='text'>It's time to update with my newest belly picture - 29 weeks. We're almost on the home stretch! Last week, I got 3 comments from 3 different people that I looked a lot bigger (gee thanks). And well, after seeing week 27 compared to 29, I have to agree. Holy Cow.27 weeks &amp; 29 weeks And I'm supposed to continue this for 11 more weeks?Ok - joke's over. This isn't funny anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113725809710586112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113725809710586112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/01/holy-belly-growth-batman.html' title='Holy Belly Growth Batman!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113657423117743916</id><published>2006-01-06T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:06:55.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of two sisters</title><summary type='text'>Happy Friday! So far, I’ve taken 3 calls, had a piece of Brioche (fancy name for bread) that a co-worker brought in, and have visited the loo twice. Throughout this oh-so hectic Friday morning, my younger sister and I have been carrying on a mindless, yet hilarious, conversation via email. We have discussed beds, jokes, nicknames, the silliness of describing everyday items as “fun” (ie: “that’s a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113657423117743916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113657423117743916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoirs-of-two-sisters.html' title='Memoirs of two sisters'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113597765226653885</id><published>2005-12-30T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T13:29:33.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appointments, appointments, appointments...</title><summary type='text'>That's all I seem to do lately. Well, at least every 4 weeks. Today I had the added bonus of a 1-hour glucose tolerance test to check for gestational diabetes, in addition to my regular check-up. They gotta do these things to keep you coming back... the regular appointments just aren't fun enough I guess.Although, I'm going to remember to avoid the lady who took my blood this time. She did not do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113597765226653885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113597765226653885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/appointments-appointments-appointments.html' title='Appointments, appointments, appointments...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113580436950743461</id><published>2005-12-28T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:12:49.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you smokin’ crack in there?</title><summary type='text'>Hello, baby?  I know you can hear me, so listen up.  What on earth are you doing in there?  For two days you have been bouncing around like you are M.C. Hammer on crack!  I feel like I’ve done a million frickin crunches but have nothing to show for it.  So, please – take a nap and give my tummy a rest or else I’m telling Daddy on you.Sheesh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113580436950743461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113580436950743461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/are-you-smokin-crack-in-there.html' title='Are you smokin’ crack in there?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113570739926936783</id><published>2005-12-27T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:16:39.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><summary type='text'> Merry Chirstmas! We had a great Christmas weekend with the family. Probably the best Christmas in a long, long time... Spent Saturday in Portland with Chris' family and then headed down to Crooked River Ranch for Sunday &amp; Monday to hang-out with my family (and 5 dogs). There was tons of good food, LOTS of presents, plenty of time to relax, no dog fights, and laughs to be had by all. Good times. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113570739926936783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113570739926936783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113458236287952384</id><published>2005-12-14T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:46:02.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright.... here's my belly</title><summary type='text'>These are pretty self explanatory.4 weeks pregnant20 weeks pregnant24 weeks pregnant</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113458236287952384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113458236287952384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/alright-heres-my-belly.html' title='Alright.... here&apos;s my belly'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113458172679388388</id><published>2005-12-14T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:36:09.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're alive!</title><summary type='text'>I'll spare the gory details but after 3 days in bed with a stomach virus, we are finally beginning to feel alive again. Chris and I, that is.Sunday night was the absolute worst and almost ended up in the emergency room. After being violently ill for about 6 hours, I guess my body was going into overdrive and I started having contractions about 2-3 minutes apart. Not just little ole' braxton hicks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113458172679388388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113458172679388388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/were-alive.html' title='We&apos;re alive!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113406216124918818</id><published>2005-12-08T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:16:01.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiiiiiiiiimmmmmm--Berrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><summary type='text'>That's what we were saying as Chris gave his finest rendition of Paul Bunyan in our back yard last night.We got back from our walk at 8:00pm (bbbbbrrrrrrr) and were looking at something on the computer when I hear a loud "POP".  I directed my attention towards the living room where it seemed to be coming from and asked Chris if heard that.  Not two seconds later we hear "POP - CRACK".  Now I know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113406216124918818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113406216124918818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/tiiiiiiiiimmmmmm-berrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Tiiiiiiiiimmmmmm--Berrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113399246485736387</id><published>2005-12-07T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:54:25.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not only a girl...</title><summary type='text'>It's a River Dancer!On Monday night, I had to have a little chat with miss thaaaaang in there.  Apparently, she has taken up River Dancing and chose to do so on my cervix for about 30 minutes - right when I laid down for bed.  Thanks. It was a long day and I was so tired and it was already later than I usually go to bed.  So, I was getting pretty frustrated with her and gave her a stern talkin' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113399246485736387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113399246485736387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-not-only-girl.html' title='It&apos;s not only a girl...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113356425434752148</id><published>2005-12-02T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:57:34.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la-dee-da</title><summary type='text'>Nothing new and exciting to report today...  so, I'll just ramble on for a bit.We've been enjoying some down time from the home improvements.  I've never found so much joy in coming home and doing the dishes - knowing that was the only thing I had to do ALL NIGHT LONG.  Pure joy I tell you.   But, that's all soon to change I'm sure... as we still have a bit of flooring to complete.  Chris wants </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113356425434752148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113356425434752148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/la-dee-da.html' title='la-dee-da'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113320317171194067</id><published>2005-11-28T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:39:31.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells.... Batman smells....</title><summary type='text'>It's Christmas time!!! Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year.  And yesterday was probably the most sickening perfect day.  Seriously, we were like the Partidge Family. It all started when we rolled out of bed around 9:00am.  We moseyed around the house for a while, had our breakfast &amp; coffee, and moseyed around some more.  Then, we put on our mud boots, hats, gloves and overalls and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113320317171194067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113320317171194067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/jingle-bells-batman-smells.html' title='Jingle Bells.... Batman smells....'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113259963351061188</id><published>2005-11-21T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:00:33.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see the light!  Praise the Lord!</title><summary type='text'>I can see the light.  YESSSSSSS! (said in my best Kip voice from Napolean Dynamite)Our little house is starting to look like reasonable, normal people live there instead of the wolverine's den it's resembled for the past few weeks.  We have actual couches to sit on, and a real dining room table to eat at.  And if I want, I could even sit on the couch and use the (drum roll) COFFEE TABLE to set a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113259963351061188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113259963351061188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-see-light-praise-lord.html' title='I see the light!  Praise the Lord!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113234111738760888</id><published>2005-11-18T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:06:42.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole lotta shakin' going on</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, this little girl likes nuts. I just ate a handful of peanuts and that really got her going! We must be related - I love nuts too! heeheeuh-oh, does this mean I have to share mine after she's born? shoot!"Um, hello baby? Remember those peanuts you just had. Yeah, well, it turns out they are very, very bad for you and will make your hair fall out. But, I have super powers that make me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113234111738760888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113234111738760888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/whole-lotta-shakin-going-on.html' title='Whole lotta shakin&apos; going on'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113217570155271981</id><published>2005-11-16T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:15:01.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our house is coming along... slowly, but surely.</title><summary type='text'>The house is beginning to come together.... kind of.  I have all the coats of paint on in the living/dining rooms.  Just need to do some trim work and touch ups.  Next comes the chair rail and finishing the baseboards.  Once those are all finished, we can put everything back where it belongs!  yipee!!!!  A real live house again!!The floors are also looking near finished!  Chris has finished the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113217570155271981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113217570155271981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/our-house-is-coming-along-slowly-but.html' title='Our house is coming along... slowly, but surely.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113217497689963809</id><published>2005-11-16T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:03:03.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone likes apple juice</title><summary type='text'>I had some apple juice before laying down last night and shortly thereafter, baby starting kicking really hard.  I felt 4 kicks from the outside!  Chris was walking out the door to take Ky for a late walk (10:00pm - past my bedtime) and was disappointed that he missed it.  I think I'll try that game again tonight and she what she does. She's getting bigger and stronger everyday!  She is already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113217497689963809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113217497689963809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/someone-likes-apple-juice_16.html' title='Someone likes apple juice'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113199197547848538</id><published>2005-11-14T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:12:55.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a GIRL!</title><summary type='text'>We just got back from the ultrasound...  baby looks great &amp; we have a bunch of pictures.  I drank some lemonade beforehand so that baby would be awake and moving around.  It worked, and she gave us the money shot - a few times!  The tech won't say 100% of course, but everytime we looked, there were 3 lines.  So, baby is officially A GIRL!  I was so sure it was going to be a boy... but in every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113199197547848538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113199197547848538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a GIRL!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113166771935744490</id><published>2005-11-10T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:08:39.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you have a sense of humor, Baby.</title><summary type='text'>Baby is getting big and strong enough for me to feel some kicks!  The past couple of days I've definitely felt some kicking &amp; tumbling going on in there...  I had waffles for breakfast this morning and that really got the baby going for about an hour.  Baby was just kicking all over the place!  But every time I put my hand where I felt a kick - the little stinker stops! Then, I take my hand away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113166771935744490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113166771935744490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-see-you-have-sense-of-humor-baby.html' title='I see you have a sense of humor, Baby.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113165647904689222</id><published>2005-11-10T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:01:19.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Name That Baby game!</title><summary type='text'>In preparation for the BIG ultrasound on Monday, we are trying to come up with names...  we already picked a boy's name. I said, I like the name ________.  Chris agreed, and that was that.  very easy.  But, we cannot agree on a girl's name.  We have not found any that we're in love with yet, but plenty that neither one of us like!  There are a few on the table that are OK.  but, I'm not stuck on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113165647904689222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113165647904689222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-name-that-baby-game.html' title='It&apos;s the Name That Baby game!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113080130092274265</id><published>2005-10-31T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:20:59.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG news</title><summary type='text'>About a month or so ago, Steve (my boss, Pres &amp; CEO) announced that we are aquiring another company. Great news, right? We are on the "right" side of things anyway... or so we (the employees) thought. Well, about 2 weeks ago, Steve and Jerry, the consultant, (think back to the movie "office space" and you got 'em!) held an employee meeting to discuss or, announce rather, the "operations plan" for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113080130092274265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113080130092274265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/big-news.html' title='The BIG news'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113079679305841580</id><published>2005-10-31T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:16:53.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I call a "do over"?</title><summary type='text'>Today must be Monday &amp; I must be pregnant. Just a little rant for today...My lower back hurts, my left hip aches, my upper back &amp; neck are stiff. What the *&amp;$! is up with that?! All of a sudden my whole body hurts and feels it's going to fall off. Last night was no help either.1:30am: I woke up right on schedule, and headed downstairs to the loo.1:32am: Realized I was also hungry. So, back down I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113079679305841580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113079679305841580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/can-i-call-do-over.html' title='Can I call a &quot;do over&quot;?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113053740784234777</id><published>2005-10-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:55:33.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah - what about the piano?</title><summary type='text'>it's been pretty slow today... so I'm just blogging along!I was just thinking to myself - How on earth are Chris (who has a bad back) and I (preggo-girl) gonna lift and move a 100 million pound piano off of the carpet and onto the wood floors so that we can finish that area? Without damaging our new floor, preferably.We thought that putting casters on the bottom would be a bright idea so that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113053740784234777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113053740784234777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-yeah-what-about-piano.html' title='oh yeah - what about the piano?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113053598306865935</id><published>2005-10-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:59:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our house is a MESS!</title><summary type='text'>oh. my. god. If ya'll could see our house right now... you know, the never-ending construction zone disguised as a real live house?We're (and by that I mean Chris) installing oak floors in the entire first floor - minus the kitchen and bathroom. They are turning out to be "just beautiful". Really, Chris is doing a great job. I don't think a professional could do them any better!However, with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113053598306865935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113053598306865935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/our-house-is-mess.html' title='Our house is a MESS!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113053130045606510</id><published>2005-10-28T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:37:30.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost half-way there</title><summary type='text'>Time is flying! In two weeks, the Belly Monster will be exactly half way to his/her expected birthday! Here's a little timeline of stuff:Today: I am 18 weeks along2 weeks from now: I'll be 20 weeks along and half way to EDDHoping to see if baby has girls parts or boy parts: November 14th, 2005Baby's due date: April 2, 2006 (40 weeks)Baby will be full-term on: March 12, 2006 (37 weeks)  Any bets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113053130045606510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113053130045606510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/almost-half-way-there.html' title='Almost half-way there'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113053020331702950</id><published>2005-10-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:29:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell was that?</title><summary type='text'>Today, I had an exciting thing happen. Well, not really exciting, but kind of since everything up until now has been pretty textbook and un-eventful. Anyway, I felt my first Braxton Hicks contractions! 3 of them actually... not all together, but about an hour apart.For those who don't know what I'm talking about - braxton hicks are "practice contrations" that occur pretty much throught pregnancy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113053020331702950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113053020331702950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-hell-was-that.html' title='What the hell was that?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113052557793614905</id><published>2005-10-27T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T12:59:56.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog!</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to my blog! I thought I would start blogging as a way to keep track of this crazy life I have. And by I, I mean, myself, Chris, Belly Monster, Kyle, Coleman &amp; Issabelle. :)so stop by every once in a while and see what's going on...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113052557793614905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113052557793614905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18405088.post-113052956220349427</id><published>2005-10-27T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:11:42.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Baby? what is going on in there?</title><summary type='text'>I've yet to feel this little bugger moving around but it's becoming obvious that space is now a hot commodity. This last weekend, I had to go out and buy a bunch of maternity clothes as normal people clothes are beginning to look pretty silly on me. (unbuttoned/unzipped pants and midrift shirts, which are really my regualr shirts that don't fit over my belly anymore, aren't exactly in fashion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113052956220349427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18405088/posts/default/113052956220349427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellysbelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-baby-what-is-going-on-in-there.html' title='Hello, Baby? what is going on in there?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12386715303951346557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
