<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426</id><updated>2009-11-12T17:39:39.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ackermann Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-6952880935188492366</id><published>2009-10-20T10:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:23:09.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jolie'/><title type='text'>Jolie Kate Ackermann</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, Drew and I went for the 18th week sonogram of Baby Ack. &amp;nbsp;We really wanted to find out what this little person was, and I was told by some wise women to drink a Mountain Dew before going to ensure baby moved around a lot. &amp;nbsp;Since our appointment was at 8am and I had to drink the fluid an hour before, I was up at 6:30 chugging 16 ounces of Mountain Dew. &amp;nbsp;Ick. &amp;nbsp;Halfway through, I told Drew that I never wanted to drink Mountain Dew ever again. &lt;br /&gt;
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It paid off, though! &amp;nbsp;Not only did we get to find out sweet baby's gender, we got to see her move around like crazy! &amp;nbsp;Drew stood behind the technician's shoulder, enthralled, and I smiled like an idiot the entire time. &lt;br /&gt;
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We wanted to find out the gender alone, so we had the technician (who was super nice) print out the image and put it in an envelope for us. &amp;nbsp;We planned on having breakfast together to open it, but couldn't even wait until we go to the restaurant. &amp;nbsp;We tore it open in the car.&lt;br /&gt;
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She kindly drew us a diagram. :) &amp;nbsp;Sweet baby GIRL! &amp;nbsp;We both were ecstatic and started calling people right away. &amp;nbsp;We had already decided on names for either gender, and we're happy to announce that her full name will be Jolie Kate Ackermann (first name pronounced JOlee). &amp;nbsp;Holy moly, I love her already.&lt;br /&gt;
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At breakfast, I couldn't stop being excited. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it was all that Mountain Dew. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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The technician printed out so many images for us; the paper stretched out was my height! &amp;nbsp;Here are some cool ones:&lt;br /&gt;
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Suuuper creepy image of her face. &amp;nbsp;We both kind of jumped when it came up on the screen. &amp;nbsp;I got to see her sweet little lips move around and I totally think she has my jawline :) &lt;br /&gt;
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The technician showed us her four heart chambers, different organs, brain, everything. &amp;nbsp;I was amazed. &amp;nbsp;Everything is looking good and I came out of there feeling so, so grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now that we know she's a she and she even has a name, I feel so many things. &amp;nbsp;I have moments of intense fear over everything, and I have days of deep, deep contentment. &amp;nbsp;Mostly, I am finding how crazy it is to love this little thing so much without ever having seen her face to face. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to dress her up and sing to her and take her places and to call her Jo and for people to say, "She looks just like you!". &amp;nbsp;I can't wait for the rest of her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-6952880935188492366?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/6952880935188492366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=6952880935188492366&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/6952880935188492366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/6952880935188492366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/10/jolie-kate.html' title='Jolie Kate Ackermann'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/St3H6CtqVyI/AAAAAAAAA6s/-BQ9FJQvve8/s72-c/gender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-1776795630202013031</id><published>2009-10-19T20:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:51:46.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Proof...</title><content type='html'>There IS something growing in there!  I can't believe I've become one of those people who post pictures like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever. &amp;nbsp;I'm freakin' excited. :) &amp;nbsp;New pictures of baby girl (!!!!) coming soon! &amp;nbsp;And more pictures of Ackermann adventures. &amp;nbsp;I promise not to become the person who only blogs baby things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-1776795630202013031?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/1776795630202013031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=1776795630202013031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/1776795630202013031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/1776795630202013031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/10/proof.html' title='Proof...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/St0Iy5FFchI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vs1Lf1GQo-c/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-1329879649176147481</id><published>2009-09-28T13:34:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:02:56.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communal living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home life'/><title type='text'>Great Gorge</title><content type='html'>Holy moly, we've been busy!  Closing on the house and moving was a crazy experience.  Our close date got moved at least 4 times.  The last time, we had already packed up the truck and feared we would not have a place to sleep!  We did close, FINALLY, and worked our butts off the next 5 days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Renata and I were so proud of our husbands.  Since closing was such a rush and we had such little notice, Drew and Tom did the majority of moving by themselves.  They packed up the truck alone, unpacked the first load with the help of Drew's dad, packed up the second load alone, unpacked the second load with Jason and Mike, packed up the third load alone, and unpacked it alone.  And that's just the official moving truck.  Many trips were made to our houses in cars and much was moved by Drew and Tom's sore muscles.  By the end of the 4th evening, Drew crashed into bed, told me how sore he was, and promptly fell asleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Renata and I did as much unpacking as we could.  And, before you can ask, I only used the pregnancy card a couple of times during the whole process :)  Just kidding!  Sort of.  I was trying to keep busy, but was absolutely not allowed to lift anything, push anything or even travel up and down the stairs too many times, to my chastisement!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
We do want to thank Drew's parents, Jason, Mike, Tom's parents, Kim, and Shannon for being huge helps!  (Seriously, thank you thank you for making my bed on the first night!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Renata and I had one weekend, yes ONE, to get a lot done before our fall wedding season took off with 6 wedding weekends in a row.  We're finding out that, between the two of us, we'd make the absolute perfect housewife!  Renata is so clean and hates clutter (soooo not me!) and keeps our place looking neat and clean.  I have loved doing the cooking and haven't even minded doing the dishes!  We spend at least a little portion of each day together and I'm loving it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
We still have a long way to go, but I figured I could at least give a little peek into the house!  Welcome to the first shots of Great Gorge or, as it's being affectionately referred to, the AckerJanes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Here is our living room, which we are super proud of! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SsD4g5mZPAI/AAAAAAAAA6M/-qQBg3JJPsg/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SsD4g5mZPAI/AAAAAAAAA6M/-qQBg3JJPsg/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386578398436473858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're still ironing out some necessary kinks, but so far it's been fantastic.  I've been joking that it's like getting married again.  Nobody has to go home after a late night of hanging out.  We just go to our rooms.  We share meals.  There's almost always someone to hang out with.  You can be jealous. :)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I promise we will showcase a full tour of our house in a month or so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-1329879649176147481?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/1329879649176147481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=1329879649176147481&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/1329879649176147481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/1329879649176147481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-gorge.html' title='Great Gorge'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SsD3PZO1tUI/AAAAAAAAA58/6Z-kFPMA9zo/s72-c/living-room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-2205931551745933497</id><published>2009-09-08T16:17:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:56:22.880-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Cribs, strollers and...skulls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, Drew and I decided to venture out on our first baby shopping trip.  Renata and others rave about &lt;a href="http://www.greatbeginnings.net/"&gt;Great Beginnings&lt;/a&gt; in Gaithersburg and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.  I, of course, brought along my new Canon point-and-shoot. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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This store is freaking huge.  Huge and inundated with pregnant women.  I felt a little like an impostor since I'm not really showing.  Needless to say, if you would like to be overwhelmed at the thought of having a child, I would highly recommend going.&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;A good day indeed!  We haven't actually purchased anything yet (though I do have my first official purchase in mind!), but I'm sure this isn't our last visit to Great Beginnings.  Oh my.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-2205931551745933497?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/2205931551745933497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=2205931551745933497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/2205931551745933497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/2205931551745933497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-shopping-and-labor-day.html' title='Cribs, strollers and...skulls?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/Sqa8f4aGtUI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2TkPB5ew5TU/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-8076082958492738203</id><published>2009-08-31T20:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:22:43.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communal living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home life'/><title type='text'>Moving on and moving out</title><content type='html'>Apparently, Drew and I can't do just one big life change at a time.  We got married 3 months after I graduated college, 2 months after I started my first real job.  Neither of us had never lived anywhere but our parents' houses outside of college.  What a whirlwind time.  Now, at the onset of the pregnancy, we are preparing to make another huge life change: moving.  And not only moving, but living with another family.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to live with the Janes in late winter and began joint house hunting.  After 2 failed offers, we were beginning to feel discouraged.  Finally, on a whim, Tom and Renata found a new development of townhouses being built right near our church and parents.  We signed a contract in April and the house went up quick!  We were supposed to close today, but due to several different things, we are still in our basement room with our boxes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are excited to move into our brand spankin' new house and even more excited to live with some of our best friends.  We should probably credit Tom and Renata for encouraging our desire to have kids, as they have two incredibly cute boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both families know we're giving up some things.  But the pros outweigh the cons.  We've all prayed and thought and discussed and made lists.  While it will be challenging at times, this decision is allowing both me and Renata to stay at home and still afford a house.  We'll be working from the house, as we do from our homes now, but our priorities are our families, and this gives us the opportunity to serve our families better.  And the biggest plus?  No longer throwing away money for rent.  Yesss.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully closing will happen sometime this week.  And I'm sure I'll be posting pictures I take with my new little point-and-shoot Canon, which Drew and I bought this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-8076082958492738203?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/8076082958492738203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=8076082958492738203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/8076082958492738203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/8076082958492738203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-on-and-moving-out.html' title='Moving on and moving out'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-5794742230182366651</id><published>2009-08-28T07:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:05:50.408-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>The Thank You post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been 13 hours, 50+ Facebook comments, 3 text messages, and many phone calls since our news went public.  And we want to say THANK YOU for the kind words and support!  Being privately pregnant is a much different beast than being publicly pregnant and we are so grateful for our friends and family. :)
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd love to chat with everyone who asked us questions, but since that's not possible, I figured I'd post an all-clarifying list of facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Yes, it's true.  I am pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am due smack in the middle of March.  We found out at the end of June and I'll be 12 weeks along on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The past 2 months were challenging for me, with a lot of nausea and tiredness (especially not being able to tell anyone!), but the past two weeks have been looking up and I'm feeling better all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm not showing at all really, so don't think I'm lying if you see me in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. No, Baby Ack's name will not begin with the letter "A" or be another kind of derivation from "Andrew", like "Andre".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I think we're ALL hoping it looks more like me than Drew.  Just kidding. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been fun telling and getting reactions like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Let's hope he/she looks more like you, Drea.  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks, Bob! :)
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Drew: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, you figured it out, huh?&lt;/span&gt;  Uncle Alex in CO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait until little Jessica Sheena Ackermann is born...Maybe Sheena Jessica Ackermann is more appropriate...Maybe Booze Sheena Jessica Ackermann would be best.  &lt;/span&gt;Jessica, Sheena, Jenn via email&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, thank you for the messages of support!  Please feel free to call us, take us out to dinner, join me in peer pressuring Drew to sleep on the couch so I can have the whole bed once in a while, suggest great baby music, and get excited :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-5794742230182366651?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/5794742230182366651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=5794742230182366651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/5794742230182366651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/5794742230182366651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-post.html' title='The Thank You post'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-6757040994423239168</id><published>2009-08-24T17:23:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:33:07.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Ack's first pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was our first doctor's appointment, and it felt like it took forever to get here!  I am a week further behind than we originally thought, about 11 weeks, and due in the middle of March.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally got to see Baby Ack!  With a heartbeat just a fluttering, it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SpMFmBwZ4dI/AAAAAAAAA3I/a7DWVJhmIJA/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373644931247759826" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SpMFm3x_c3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/bAD0HIIPsj4/s1600-h/babylegs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SpMFm3x_c3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/bAD0HIIPsj4/s400/babylegs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373644945749930866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SpMFmcwzFPI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/DNpNJsyiQ5o/s1600-h/babyarms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SpMFmcwzFPI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/DNpNJsyiQ5o/s400/babyarms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373644938497168626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're allllmost ready to go public!  We need to tell some more family members, a few key friends and then, Facebook here we come. :)

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-6757040994423239168?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/6757040994423239168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=6757040994423239168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/6757040994423239168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/6757040994423239168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-acks-first-pictures.html' title='Baby Ack&apos;s first pictures'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SpMFmBwZ4dI/AAAAAAAAA3I/a7DWVJhmIJA/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-450402997811932852</id><published>2009-08-17T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:31:56.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>The first 11 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Week 11&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally!  My appetite is returning!  I got on the scale last week and was shocked to see that I have dropped 10 pounds.  TEN.  Um, shouldn't I be gaining weight?  I'm sure it will come soon enough, but it was a little concerning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading over the last few weeks makes it seem so short.  But time has been dragging!  As I approach the end of week 11, and the beginning of coveted week 12, I feel so many things.  I'm almost relieved...and I'm still scared...and I'm just ready.  On Monday, I have my first doctor's appointment and ultrasound and, if everything is well, we go public.  And I'm still not sure how I feel about that.  It will be a different experience for sure.  Our poor parents have been troopers and I think everyone will be relieved after Monday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can definitely tell that my uterus is expanding this week!  It's positioned lower than I thought, but I did a double take in the mirror when I saw it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It still hasn't quite sunk in for Drew, yet.  But I have money on the fact that he'll shed a tear or two at the ultrasound on Monday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am, at the beginning of week 10, trying to choke down a tuna sandwich. My gag reflex has been on overdrive lately. It seems I can hardly brush my teeth without gagging and I have to yawn very carefully.  Another fun fact, my ears pop a lot.  It feels like they are clogged, which causes me to yawn, which causes me to gag...which we know is trouble.  Pregnancy sure is glamorous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, today is Drew and my two year anniversary!  It's been so overshadowed by the baby thing and the moving thing that we nearly forgot.  But at this moment, I am overwhelmingly grateful.  Grateful for my sweet hearted husband, grateful for my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weeks 8 &amp;amp; 9&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Times" style=" "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Am I being monotonous yet? Week 8 &amp;amp; 9 are about the same. It was a little crazy to pass the 2 month mark and I'm starting to get very anxious to just get to 12 weeks, see the ultrasound and tell the world. It's just so close...it's getting harder to keep my feelings in check. I find myself being extremely anxious sometimes about everything: miscarriage, finding out the sex, birth, being a parent. The list could go on.
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&lt;div&gt;I am finding already that just as marriage has been used in my life to draw me close to God and shape my character, being pregnant is another heart changer.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were so much better than week 6.  I can't describe how happy this has made me.  Even though you only let me eat about 1/4 of what I usually do and sleep frequently...and be winded after going up the stairs, I am appreciative.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for waking me up promptly at 4am every night.  I appreciate the bathroom break reminder, and so does Drew.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of week 6, I actually weigh less this week; my pants are a little looser!  It's difficult to tell if there's a little bump...but that will come soon enough. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We told our LifeGroup about you this week!  They were all very excited and are praying for you, which we are grateful for.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, you are doing weird things to my body!  My body hair grows extremely fast!  I have to shave 2x more frequently.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I still have several food aversions and am pretty picky, I am grateful for you.  And hopeful that I will get to see you soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week 6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Times" style=" "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first 5 weeks of my first pregnancy have been relatively uneventful, at least body change wise.  The 6th week, if I may say, was a bitch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up Tuesday morning feeling queasy.  My first instinct was just a stomach bug.  But it didn't go away.  On Wednesday, I picked up my week-by-week pregnancy book only to find out that morning sickness usually begins around week 6.  Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, I have been nauseous everyday from sun up to sun down.  My appetite is 1/4 of what it usually is, even though sometimes I feel hungry.  Since I can't eat, my body is tired all the time.  I get winded going up the stairs.  And I wake up several times during the night, either to pee or just continue feeling nauseous.  I've been taking about two naps a day, once in the late morning and once when Drew gets home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, we celebrated Drew's 26th birthday!  We took a trip to Philadelphia to celebrate and Drew was very gracious with his sicky wife.  We also took our video camera and Drew made this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first 5 weeks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Times" style=" "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;This week marks the sixth week of my first pregnancy.  Sometimes, I can really tell.  Sometimes, I forget.  I've felt some tingles in my body that feel like what I imagine mild electrical stimulation would feel like.  I haven't had any nausea yet, so that's a plus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been craving green vegetables, especially spinach!  I've been really wanting ice water and having to go to the bathroom what feels like every 20 minutes.  &lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We told our parents a couple of weeks ago.  We told Drew's family on a whim while on vacation at Hilton Head, scaring a couple of people in Panera.  We told my parents at home on the porch.  Everyone's excited, but still trying to be cautious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have an appointment with my OB/GYN until the end of next month, so we'll find out a lot then, I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-450402997811932852?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/450402997811932852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=450402997811932852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/450402997811932852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/450402997811932852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-11-weeks.html' title='The first 11 weeks'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-8239543107912207439</id><published>2009-06-30T10:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:13:46.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>The day has come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I remember a time when I didn't know how pregnancy tests worked.  I knew they had lines and that women used them in the bathroom.  That was it.  Today, I am very familiar with pregnancy tests.  Over the past year and half, I have opened numerous boxes, torn the labels, peed in cups, tried not to pee on myself and waited.  Do you know how long 3 minutes can be?  Each time (most occuring at 2 or 3 am), I watched the control line appear and...the other window stay white.  I would check it a couple more times before going back to bed, just in case.  Always white.  And I never was sure how I felt about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, that all changed.  I saw the result and knew how I felt.  6am, 2 blue lines.  A little bit of a freak out, then into the bedroom to wake up Drew.  The line was very faint, but there.  I tried going back to sleep, to no avail.  I've been up since 6.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When 8am finally rolled around, I began calling Renata, who didn't answer.  I decided to take another test, just to be sure.  As I suspected, a darker blue line!  I got in the car, went to Renata's, where we both freaked out enough to make Jack cry.  &lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm excited and trying not to get ahead of myself.  I know a lot of miscarriages happen early on.  And I am scared.  And trying not to be.  I'm trying not to be excited or scared.  A little confusing.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-8239543107912207439?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/8239543107912207439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=8239543107912207439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/8239543107912207439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/8239543107912207439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-has-come.html' title='The day has come...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGhxApiSoW4/SlYNA6igdpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/5NMu31PoRek/s72-c/pt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-762793093453625292</id><published>2009-06-16T07:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:14:23.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Timing shmiming</title><content type='html'>I wasn't expecting more timing issues as far as when to have babies.  I figured we would choose to start and just go for it.  We're still not quite out of the woods yet. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are several things that we've been wrestling with as far as good timing.  I know God holds it in his hand.  However, we want to be prepared, seek the right time and make the best decision we can.  A few things are riding on future baby Ack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Wedding season.  Photography is very seasonal.  We work our butts off April-October, then sit around January-March.  Knowing this, we figured the best time to have a baby would be in the winter, giving me enough time to recover and get pumped for wedding season.  We, however, missed this window of conception, having not made a definite decision yet.  We have already booked weddings in April and May in 2010, so March would be the last opportunity to deliver and have enough time to recuperate.  Delivering in March means being pregnant in June, which is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. India.  Our hearts have longed been stirred by India.  In fact, we should credit India with bringing us together in the first place.  And now, we have the opportunity to go, serve and bring it back.  We were asked to be a part of the missions team at church a few months ago and the team has since met, decided on India and are in the planning stages of a trip in late 2010.  God has been faithful in planting those seeds in us and is allowing us to see fruit.  It's pretty cool.  But we either have to have the baby before leaving, allowing enough time to wean to formula or wait until after India to conceive.  I SO don't want to be pregnant while there, and I'm not even sure I could go if I was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those two things leave a very small time window.  It's get pregnant NOW.  This month.  Getting pregnant this month would be ideal; enough time to get back on my feet before wedding season starts and far enough away from the India trip.  My biggest concern now is, of course, if I don't get pregnant this month.  We will sacrifice something, whether we keep trying or wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I never want to be the kind of person who puts career before family.  Ever.  And neither does Drew.  India is also something extremely important to me and I want to make every effort to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Renata this morning to pray that it happens this month. :)  I'm praying for that, too.  But I'm really trying to trust.  And that's hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-762793093453625292?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/762793093453625292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=762793093453625292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/762793093453625292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/762793093453625292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/06/timing-shmiming.html' title='Timing shmiming'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037483218058799426.post-6934183455700550480</id><published>2009-06-02T08:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:14:47.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>A new leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, we've decided to start a family.  Or at least give it a try, for that matter. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about having babies on and off for a year or so, trying hard to wait for right time and really letting Drew make his decision without manipulation.  Once 2009 hit, I was ready.  Sure, I'm young.  Sure, we're not rich.  But there will always be a reason to wait.  And we both want to be young and full of energy...and on a personal note, I want my body to be in the best shape to bounce back!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew wasn't quite there yet, and I really wanted to give him his space and not pressure him for a decision.  In April, after some thinking and reading (thanks, Brian McLaren!), Drew made up his mind and decided we should go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we decided to stop using the pill and just kind of see what happens.  I'm not calculating my ovulation or body temperature or anything.  I'm trying hard not to think about it all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our first month, I've already taken 3 pregnancy tests...with negative results.  And that's okay.  I'm trusting that when it happens is the right time; God knows the date already and that's best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037483218058799426-6934183455700550480?l=2-ns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/feeds/6934183455700550480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037483218058799426&amp;postID=6934183455700550480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/6934183455700550480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037483218058799426/posts/default/6934183455700550480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-ns.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-leaf.html' title='A new leaf'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378020924320472998</uri><email>andrea.ackermann@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11350021086310553704'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>