<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:18:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>running</category><category>About the girl</category><category>FSBPS</category><category>and in other news</category><category>A-Team</category><category>Funny because it&#39;s true</category><category>Hyper Hypo</category><category>I got nothin&#39;</category><category>If you call in the next 5 minutes</category><category>Ohh it&#39;s so deep. Oh  it&#39;s the deep burn. I can barely lift my right arm &#39;cause I did so many. I don&#39;t know if you heard me counting. I did over a thousand.</category><category>Ou est la bibliotechque?</category><category>Priceless</category><category>Trebek</category><category>creepy</category><category>dear diary</category><category>elastic</category><category>excuses to go to the movies</category><category>lamp</category><category>love the underdog</category><category>mistaken identity</category><category>movies</category><category>my dog ate Dave&#39;s shoes that weekend</category><category>out of my mind</category><category>pictures</category><category>pressure from minor celebrities</category><category>product placement</category><category>quotable husband</category><category>racin&#39;</category><category>really?</category><category>right</category><category>running store sales guy scare tactics</category><category>won&#39;t shut up about my shoes</category><category>yeah</category><title>Before I&#39;m 31</title><description></description><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-6151880836938696316</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-21T00:03:00.952-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">2 years, 3 months

since my last post

looking for myself again.

Running may be a great reminder.
</atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2012/11/2-years-3-months-since-my-last-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-1149025262421428441</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-21T21:14:43.146-04:00</atom:updated><title>Oh hello there</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh yes.  I only like to blog every six months or so apparently. Quick facts:  Hubs leg is all healed up.  It still gets a bit swollen at the end of the day, but he has resumed pre-broken-leg habits such as &quot;sitting on the couch&quot; with gusto.  Baby girl is great.  She is tiny still (13+ months and about 18 pounds) but healthy and happy and the best sleeper ever (I&#39;m sure I just jinxed it).  We&#39;ve </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-hello-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG_I7uUnD3BY4-1RPJ8QBLyrhIHaAPmPEfkVRmos5bUzbBxbeHDnOPpVQxUinsrFgPaSj-y3-mmxNF6H9mdJ-SA69UDGlmD4NgPPl3EQxIygIjrSjlLNx0d3i5CVeVnjhQdPPbWZc0WK7/s72-c/Leah_Bear2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-1783653635830870068</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-20T13:37:36.906-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Training ... continues.A few bumps in the road since the last post.  A week visiting family in North Carolina, a week with a very sick baby, a week on a big deadline for work, then the mack dadddy of them all, The Hubs falling and breaking the absolute shit out of his ankle (I think at last count there were a total of 3 broken bones down there).I was actually out of town when it happened, but </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2010/05/training.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFYC58b2ID2oLNy4Kgo8UlA2v3ZVjAb3K6VmT0PqqpdkStpK-MGZg9cPE3vbHvDJvw7ni8eUtk3fJtaq-hXTcRynXAQALBEfHR98RW6rcNVSt3YYlrZOdmQ1vtLfy3c-gPJ6BPMy5-ly0/s72-c/IMG_1436.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-3774106736253082794</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T20:45:22.010-05:00</atom:updated><title>A glimmer of a habit</title><atom:summary type="text">Two runs in three days - a new post-pregnancy record for me!Yesterday&#39;s run was fo&#39; sho&#39; the most I have pushed myself since baby girl was born.  I enjoyed it.  I have missed the mind games - the &quot;just make it to that stop sign, then you can rest.&quot;  Best part of that was that a few times I was able to make it to the stop sign and keep going.  There was plenty of walking.  But way more running </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2010/03/glimmer-of-habit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-7737650648922970271</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 00:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T19:53:25.388-05:00</atom:updated><title>Look at what I&#39;m doing</title><atom:summary type="text">I always tell people the best way to start running is to sign up for a race, then tell everyone you know (and even some total strangers) about it.  You will either train for and triumph in the event (any finish is a triumph - time don&#39;t matter none) OR you will FAIL and be forever shamed in the eyes of everyone you know (and even some total strangers).So now I will tell you all, strangers and </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-at-what-im-doing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4DnHZr_APqoJMwIG02FwVRmKEQk01iGI1xi3gVUqujgS-_rDb37ptDU2_2kddaDLm87cWXhMYiv5PYgNzNJqvayfsddcGNlSUNzPL0OItMqi8KgQkp_pgjfLeRXXdlCBbEpqV2HyoSuc/s72-c/bearheadlog.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-2018293300928877785</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T20:59:22.360-05:00</atom:updated><title>Feeling</title><atom:summary type="text">I ran on Thursday and it was all good.  Still a bit sore from it even.  Love that feeling.Normally, my girl goes down to sleep at 7 pm, no tears involved.  It&#39;s now 8:35 and she&#39;s crying like there&#39;s no tomorrow.  We&#39;ve gone through the usual checklist and it&#39;s going to be a cry-it-out night.  Funny how those never bothered me when she was 4 months old.   At the time I frankly didn&#39;t care if she </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-2104325479586760873</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 00:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-10T19:14:15.615-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">It is much easier to find the energy to get out for a run when your baby is sleeping through the night.  The holidays, plus teething (maybe), plus a random fever and a bit of the sniffles made for a craptacular week last week.  For her and for us.  But she seems to be returning to my &quot;sleep for 12 consecutive hours&quot; baby, so things are looking up.The wicked cold temps sent me back to the cardio </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-much-easier-to-find-energy-to-get.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-3784697290891105487</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T21:31:35.582-05:00</atom:updated><title>That time of (new) year</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh what a fun time of year.  Resolution time.  So much hope, promise.  Wait until about early February when those have all fallen by the wayside and many of us resolutioners are sitting right where we are tonight.  So what kinds of resolutions can I come up with?1.  Figure out this whole mom thing.  Well, this one isn&#39;t so much as resolution as &quot;you have no other choice, so make it work.&quot;  And I </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-time-of-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-5dRSkk3cihXjWPY-lGva3SPGhG7N_d6wqFXyGnGp-ncC5T7HVJOmir1MOrjZ3PxXlzsBJc6xQ78YSsSUoOkZZ9bJpO_G4q2X50MzJMw3R5RPQ2hCj2Z42jA1_t29EEgbbCPG4jgmEao/s72-c/IMG_1022.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-6667724054289307550</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T09:46:47.292-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Very Good Place to Start</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s like riding a bike.  But figuratively.  I hit the pavement yesterday REALLY for the first time since bebe girl came along.  I had done a few runs right after I got the okay from the D-O-C, but I was not in the best place and running was the last thing I wanted to be doing. Fast-forward to now and I am in a mucho better place.  I actually like my child for one.  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Behold, the new hotness ...I was hoping to get out tonight once baby girl went to sleep.  But I ended up watching Marley and Me for the first time, so I opted to spend my evening taking the dog for a long walk instead.  He also got to eat a whole mess of leftover ravioli tonight too.***This should </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-hotness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11dSmu9I9lJcQrPCXbCIUs-Di76u9x2uU0H3UXu1O9ep1-F02R1WuOnh8OMfbiI9uABEOVxHjH9tccuAEGQZDVcxClSrkaxwcOrncXa1_c48CCFm_IpmySMu9Hb6uprYBIOO8QcQUjsno/s72-c/IMG_0766.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-7280289589926044831</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T21:39:29.226-04:00</atom:updated><title>exhale</title><atom:summary type="text">I feel as though I made that last post two years ago instead of two weeks ago.  It&#39;s been a busy time here, and (thankfully) the baby is changing quite a bit.  She&#39;s actually smiling now and being as social as 8 week old babies can be.  Whatever it is that she&#39;s doing, it&#39;s working.  I&#39;ve stopped resenting (and sometimes worse emotions) her.  Slowly I came to like her, and today, in my jubilation</atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/10/exhale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9rEBURnwWObj97eVq5z1_s_sDcdDzqOz6A7Y8ZX8Z60rFcHD1IowT2Dy-4g4R7JU_do7HSK3aHaxk91zxn5sQLzfOJGLG0n58sJ_lngNkqYOxahEVBC4SKzIenNUQ6ogs_PQWmG4unM3/s72-c/Gill-170.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-2091800387767018321</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T16:57:32.410-04:00</atom:updated><title>Thank you, Doctor</title><atom:summary type="text">Not only have I been given the green light to resume running, I have actually had it given to me in prescription form as a combatant to the lingering baby blues.  I wonder if I can somehow apply my insurance/co-pay to that new pair of shoes I tried on the other day?</atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-doctor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBHBYswIUK8-v8LL0OYA-KSsuHOPgp4VX4g7vC8MwNGVDib1Re_bTbq057FW-LfO8rOzWp-JZ3viYk1_oZjOJgnk2fzyGHM-R5Tvdqf2x-JUOlZI_JNnoWHV_Z5RkAu_hMHa9NLDhF2S8/s72-c/home_greenlight_pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-5550939962479556256</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T10:34:57.283-04:00</atom:updated><title>Things that are making me happy right now</title><atom:summary type="text">1.  My daughter has been napping in her crib for 40 whole minutes.  I love this. 2.  The other night when I took the dog out for I walk I accidentally ended up running about a half mile.  I can&#39;t even explain how good it made me feel. 3.  My doctor approved me to take a very small dosage of Ambien at night.  It&#39;s safe to take while breastfeeding and it means that I will actually be able to sleep </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-that-are-making-me-happy-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-7222138443288739015</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T08:05:51.009-04:00</atom:updated><title>28 days</title><atom:summary type="text">Wow, we have survived the first four weeks.  And I&#39;ll be one of those folks that says &quot;OMG time has flown by, I can&#39;t believe it&#39;s been 4 weeks.&quot;  Baby girl is doing well.  She&#39;s only getting up two times a night, and she even gives me a nice 4-hour stretch of sleep during the first part of the night.  According to the kitchen scale, she&#39;s up to 6 lbs, 15 oz.  That&#39;s up 20 oz. from her birth </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/09/28-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXRmozGYFGOh6yxOSaBIDDT_prxahNq3L_ggAc6xeJ45kI0ImHGIjM2vcGDTSzeW0oFb7vCcb6Pgvzd49ehLKTBlV-lwmky3c0OGFcwpYnMb8PD62j3KRoGuhhfMe764CwyN4l2YQPIzx/s72-c/IMG_0627.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-2807122578613012548</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T15:28:54.954-04:00</atom:updated><title>Takin&#39; what they&#39;re giving ...</title><atom:summary type="text">... cause I&#39;m workin&#39; for a living.As a freelancer/contract employee, I don&#39;t really technically get maternity leave.  I&#39;ll get paid the same for the year no matter what.  It&#39;s nice, but at the same time I don&#39;t want to completely leave my employers out to dry, especially at this uber-busy time of the year.  So when boss man called me up 14 days post-partum and asked if I felt up to editing some </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/09/takin-what-theyre-giving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4A1KVaToHUbAmDSYmhNzfF5XKvYd6lF_wZ9aBlw20q3IC2xGxt0S2Styi6VXmUSMWg3-Byb3cuxyuDZbMVUtC6Alx6Ajo_nVyuKczf7urrEzoHpMnAmMYwfvQNHq8gZsl39qtzSYmMne/s72-c/Photo+22.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-7860932025475454831</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T15:19:56.356-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fun for baby AND dog!</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=783e7e07d854d430&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-for-baby-and-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-3292713075051998641</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 23:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T19:55:21.437-04:00</atom:updated><title>Day 18</title><atom:summary type="text">We may have some colic.  Or perhaps our baby turned into a howler monkey between 6 pm and midnight last night.  I also discovered that the combination of laying her on my shoulder while I sob (not so) quietly will put Megan to sleep in about 5 minutes.  Either way, she hasn&#39;t started up yet tonight, but we are still bracing a repeat performance.  Once she calmed down last night though, we had </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmHcK-8MGgytPb9mcDW5g1M-PRmMIpSco-QLzCZFZFiJmW_mClIv6iT9rtmkKMwgjd0HtSV7OvYaw0C_vgLpYdSNiFvFD9kZ8CtSiMt-6Zuf_mISwp-qY7a4OGEq5o_QV7sNpaDGsdbf_/s72-c/IMG_0590.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-5578102336559576683</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T15:46:13.274-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Moby in action</title><atom:summary type="text">So a few weeks ago I practiced using my Moby Wrap with my 25 year old stuffed Wicket the Ewok.  It is much more satisfying using your very own baby!notice the awesome framing job of the PhotoBooth photo, which cuts off my eyes and my sweet under-eye circles.  Pro-fessional!</atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/08/moby-in-action.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEOmbiy9pZRvKTg91qP19bsIb8hCG6Rc84XwCHw5P6GfX5tNhiPxs7rzPm30T1hvHAzajgyBkpIc-W3xtQ84Uf-G0fEuQ57vvRWWJqHB4-HUW5hkfn8Y8AB3eixunc8Ntb9Q5KTSo88BLD/s72-c/Photo+17.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-907976238592791977</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T21:19:45.061-04:00</atom:updated><title>Megan Hamil is here!</title><atom:summary type="text">Okay, so about 24 hours after that last post I was admitted to the hospital, getting ready to birth a baby.  The whole process was actually a great experience, and I am quite thankful to have had the good time that we did.  And in all honesty, I felt worse after I ran the half marathon than I did after I gave birth.  I will say that drugs do help though.Our great experience in the hospital kind </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/08/megan-hamil-is-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVumoL10f9AnxW1S2FjQ2w3KkULsYFdM2pPKkXae2Hatc45FhbIUGjsDfXGK-F2fPGuI6ziX1kkDqgl27BxdXgTEWPuZj8Wr6bEZcOMZN1SXaalffPNAl1UMol7dnrdeqy4sSjuqbFUg4D/s72-c/IMG_0560.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-3358864351270848565</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-10T00:39:55.424-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Well, my fears of birthin&#39; while the hubs was out of town never came to fruition.  Due date is rapidly approaching and baby is still snug on the inside.  I am making a real effort to not get too complain-y until my actual due date.  And aside from what adds up to about 2 total hours per day, I still feel pretty good.</atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-my-fears-of-birthin-while-hubs-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-8432610478746244642</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 01:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-25T07:36:56.968-04:00</atom:updated><title>Day 2</title><atom:summary type="text">I will start this post by saying that I actually did get up before the alarm at 6:30 yesterday morning, walk the dog, shower, PUT ON MAKE UP, wear real clothes, and go to work for a few hours.  I was spent by noon though and came on home.  Times like now I am rather thankful I have a redonkulously flexible job.I lunched, napped, walked the dog again, paid several bills (which I did online - not a</atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKStvBRx5D07izkOMzRHR4mNoN54j-_Hk1WoU4cQdtP8KIPa7mkdNT2FCiCMpojlcwqEOUcegGEMWee0pJEgkrlx_O1wtoFJWu0N6Lm3AUFM1SRwS5UKGuUAfqAXx_OwdMrrM3fHZGsp77/s72-c/Photo+15.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-8308708882040174501</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T23:36:17.555-04:00</atom:updated><title>Behind closed doors</title><atom:summary type="text">Left all alone for the weekend as her husband flits off to Nashville for a swim meet, the 37-week pregnant woman gets a bet bored.  I&#39;m never up at 11:23 pm, but I am afraid to go to bed.  Afraid I will be awakened in the night by some sort of pregnancy/impending delivery pain, only to reach for hubs to say &quot;honey, it&#39;s time&quot; (just like in a 1950&#39;s sitcom, right?) only to remember that he is in a</atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/07/behind-closed-doors.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbU05R2YH7bzPA90ADJe2MChHGQuyGo1ja9cArk3znlTzSNZu4KJwz-12Ecr3SNx17LqPrzxrXPp4yci-t-9vzjKOJ4JWV9lm_-JO6xCStY7M-HW2usn8Tfq1p7jMMn0MK7ADgfrG36xn/s72-c/Photo+12.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-8479910467522338758</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-23T08:57:17.174-04:00</atom:updated><title>Grounded</title><atom:summary type="text">So last Monday we took a little trip to Labor and Delivery, for what turned out to (thankfully) be nothing.  For a while the possibilities of what ailed me went from appendicitis to kidney stone to &quot;you are contracting every 3-5 minutes to &quot;you are closed up tight as can be - it&#39;s just growing pains.&quot;  The whole thing was never really scary or anything, but the after effect is that I have had to </atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/06/grounded.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-8739641382904802241</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T18:52:27.599-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">30 weeks today.  Most likely anywhere between 8 and 12 weeks (please be 8 weeks, please be 8 weeks) left to go.  Still feeling really good.  I have discovered that I actually need to get a workout in to keep up this whole feeling good thing.  That, or I have to do absolutely nothing all day.  If I just have a normal day, sans workout, I feel like ass by bedtime.  BUT if I get 30-40 minutes on the</atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/06/30-weeks-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407541060041945189.post-7149761563901535904</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T17:32:20.597-04:00</atom:updated><title>The ol&#39; update</title><atom:summary type="text">Wow, if only I had waited until tomorrow to make this post, I could have gone a whole month with my one follower to only look at that last post about Uggs and Nike Tempo Track shorts.I still love my workout clothes.  And I&#39;m still wearing them for working out purposes!  I have finished running for the pregnancy, but I can still break a good sweat on the old elliptical and I hope to start swimming</atom:summary><link>http://beforeimthirty.blogspot.com/2009/05/ol-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Before I&#39;m 35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbsUP8CT7zQMqi9RsR9d02vztXlEtcDoCkYHr_OH8X8RbWETSandlV9ctz1w4EfE4cNKrb7AEM2zJzpqlgUVGU2d0buIhw6yTXu04xxDkBfVNcPwsL7kRGLaR0KjFsRTwkYJ-zjIY2Wf9/s72-c/belly.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>