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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GSXwzfCp7ImA9WhRbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135</id><updated>2012-02-08T21:35:28.284-10:00</updated><category term="poem" /><category term="compassion international" /><category term="news" /><category term="good days" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="shopping" /><category term="semi open adoption" /><category term="guilt" /><category term="5QF" /><category term="boys" /><category term="journaling" /><category term="vent" /><category term="job" /><category term="army" /><category term="birthmom" /><category term="graphic design" /><category term="30 days" /><category term="bad days" /><category term="blogfrog" /><category term="Meme's" /><category term="mel" /><category term="people watching" /><category term="update" /><category term="adoption" /><category term="engaged" /><category term="friends" /><category term="worry" /><category term="Post it Note Tuesday" /><category term="story" /><category term="therapy" /><category term="31 days" /><category term="funks" /><category term="adoption awareness" /><category term="injuries" /><category term="wordless wednesday" /><category term="birthday" /><category term="ministry" /><category term="maui" /><category term="What's in your purse" /><category term="holiday" /><category term="deployment" /><category term="heart thursdays" /><category term="rants" /><category term="101 in 1001" /><category term="getting to know you" /><category term="guest blogger" /><category term="show us your life" /><category term="liars" /><category term="traveling" /><category term="thursdays 5" /><category term="hawaii" /><category term="scrapbooking" /><category term="mothers day" /><category term="awards" /><category term="baby fever" /><category term="married" /><category term="love" /><category term="holiday gift guide" /><title>Life After Placing</title><subtitle type="html">On December 10, 2008 I placed my son up for adoption and on October 31, 2009 I married the man of my dreams and moved to Hawaii to be an Army wife! This is my story and how things are going after the adoption and through marriage and Army life.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LifeAfterPlacing" /><feedburner:info uri="lifeafterplacing" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GSX05fSp7ImA9WhRbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-4070857159751611877</id><published>2012-02-08T21:35:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:35:28.325-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T21:35:28.325-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deployment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthmom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="update" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="army" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="therapy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby fever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><title>Preparation</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4070857159751611877?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4070857159751611877?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/0QNxuXlqWr8/preparation.html" title="Preparation" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">So, I’ve been on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds for 3 years now, I’m not ashamed of that, and most people know that. I started them the day my son was born. I’d hate to imagine what would have happened had I not done that. Seeing as I had post partum, on top of the emotions of the adoption. It took a few tries to get the right combo, and once I got to Hawaii, it took 3 psychiatrists, but 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QFtAGQygUsIFm8i9izXE_4f2DCU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QFtAGQygUsIFm8i9izXE_4f2DCU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/0QNxuXlqWr8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/02/preparation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFR3o9eyp7ImA9WhRbE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-2569776982895118562</id><published>2012-02-03T22:03:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T22:03:36.463-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T22:03:36.463-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption awareness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthmom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ministry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><title>Love is sacrifice</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2569776982895118562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2569776982895118562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/sonvRXrkRjw/love-is-sacrifice.html" title="Love is sacrifice" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">A friend posted about the difference between “Love” and “In Love,” and her definition of “Love” really hit home for me, and I’m sure it will hit home for everyone. But it really hit home in defining my decision to place.  Here is what she said: “Ok, so love is active: we do it.  I feel love is an attitude that chooses what is best for another person, rather than what is easiest or most 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4JsdmaQIZF1aErOxo2OeYceRZ_4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4JsdmaQIZF1aErOxo2OeYceRZ_4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/sonvRXrkRjw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-is-sacrifice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFRHw4fSp7ImA9WhRUGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-7452710534410716872</id><published>2012-01-30T14:25:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:25:15.235-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T14:25:15.235-10:00</app:edited><title>The light</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/7452710534410716872?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/7452710534410716872?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/frI5iZ4Sg_Y/light.html" title="The light" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Tj6r0v_Z4qc/Tyc06rRBiuI/AAAAAAAABHM/Gshs7tJ21_o/s72-c/the_light_at_the_end_of_the_tunnel_1280x960_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">   *courtusy of swagbucks*  So, It’s almost February. Which means we’re ALMOST at the end of this deployment. I cannot wait, this deployment has taught me a lot about myself. It’s taught me a lot about being married, and about our relationship…I know the LT has learned a lot as well. I’m not quite sure what all he’s learned, and that is really a post for him to do, if he so chooses.   Our future 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/91rHhzu8OsL1JEQg8c1nmHYgKfk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/91rHhzu8OsL1JEQg8c1nmHYgKfk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/frI5iZ4Sg_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/01/light.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFQHg6cCp7ImA9WhRUEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-6592042603755199409</id><published>2012-01-20T18:10:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:10:11.618-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T18:10:11.618-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5QF" /><title>5 question Friday–Jan 20</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6592042603755199409?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6592042603755199409?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/PDr3qaFFDt4/5-question-fridayjan-20.html" title="5 question Friday–Jan 20" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">I figured I’d partake in it this week since one of my questions made the cut :)             Rules for 5QF:  Copy and paste the following questions to your blog post, answer them, then watch for the linky post to appear Friday morning and LINK UP!  Oh, and remember (pay close attention...this is the important one)...HAVE FUN!  Questions for Friday, January 20th: (Special thanks to@Lovely_Lici,  @
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bBFHzdJzxSVv1W8Iu2Boi4tqXi0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bBFHzdJzxSVv1W8Iu2Boi4tqXi0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/C_gcT2qpQSM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates-his-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ACR3Y4fSp7ImA9WhRVFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-5954701460109879246</id><published>2012-01-13T22:29:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:29:26.835-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T22:29:26.835-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hawaii" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="traveling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>Christmas trip 2011</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5954701460109879246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530526874936385135&amp;postID=5954701460109879246&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5954701460109879246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5954701460109879246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/zbGG3fAdpMo/christmas-trip-2011.html" title="Christmas trip 2011" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So much for thinking the new blog design would help me update more often. Whoops.  I guess I could go back in time, to my trip home. Especially since I didn’t even write about it at all here.  It was great. Better than I thought it would be. And much needed.   I hated being there without my husband, but it was nice to not spend Christmas alone, even though I wouldn’t have been alone in Hawaii.  I
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AgkPVLVFRkBjihO70A6V_TkLy5g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AgkPVLVFRkBjihO70A6V_TkLy5g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/zbGG3fAdpMo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-trip-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cCQ3c4fyp7ImA9WhRWFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-1896384393813547415</id><published>2012-01-02T18:31:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:31:02.937-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T18:31:02.937-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hawaii" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="army" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>new years</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1896384393813547415/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530526874936385135&amp;postID=1896384393813547415&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/1896384393813547415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/1896384393813547415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/SZjU1YFIzQ4/new-years.html" title="new years" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So I guess I’ll jump on the bandwagon and write about new years. It was amazing, and pretty, and just what I needed!   We had good German food, great cake, and lots of booze. I introduced everyone to Poinsettia's – champagne and cranberry juice, we played a game, and then sat outside with a fire and made s’mores. We then watched the Fireworks from Waikiki, Pearl Ridge, and some other places all 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xgviMNvbkybpCaYlhl1YsAMiibs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xgviMNvbkybpCaYlhl1YsAMiibs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/SZjU1YFIzQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4DRX47fSp7ImA9WhRWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-866261904440313716</id><published>2011-12-31T14:49:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:49:34.005-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-31T14:49:34.005-10:00</app:edited><title>New blog design</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/866261904440313716/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530526874936385135&amp;postID=866261904440313716&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/866261904440313716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/866261904440313716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/fnObnAuIQHU/new-blog-design.html" title="New blog design" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I needed something new, especially with the new year around the corner, and with his 3rd birthday behind us, I thought now would be a good time to revamp.  I got Brea to do my other blog last month, and I just loved it so much I wanted one done for this blog! She just posted about my design, and had really made me feel special. She was so much fun to work with the first time, and I feel as if I’
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DeEQlqk3L9zknU4ksXjvYhE6O68/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DeEQlqk3L9zknU4ksXjvYhE6O68/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/fnObnAuIQHU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-blog-design.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UEQ3s4fSp7ImA9WhRQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-8542113939494649808</id><published>2011-12-10T00:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:00:02.535-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T00:00:02.535-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><title>3 Years</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/8542113939494649808?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/8542113939494649808?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/vpnfgwXTkcA/3-years.html" title="3 Years" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">It’s hard to believe that I went to bed 3 years ago with my son with me, and then woke up to go deliver him, and give him to his adoptive family.  That was a rough night, I was anxious about everything, but I was so ready to be done with the pregnancy, that I don’t think it really sunk in as to what I was really doing.  I knew I was going to go through with it, I never once questioned that. I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qjSbgAixqIHHpBtqnyRQeG4mXQ4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qjSbgAixqIHHpBtqnyRQeG4mXQ4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/vpnfgwXTkcA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-years.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHQH86eip7ImA9WhRRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-6629171227783753023</id><published>2011-12-02T17:15:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:15:31.112-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T17:15:31.112-10:00</app:edited><title>Sick Sick Sick and Oh, a new blog design</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6629171227783753023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6629171227783753023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/fp9sV3DodX8/sick-sick-sick-and-oh-new-blog-design.html" title="Sick Sick Sick and Oh, a new blog design" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">So I had my other blog redone, by Brea @ Utterly Chaotic Designs, and she did such a great job, so I thought I’d get her to make me one for this blog! :)  Now onto more pressing matters, I’m sick, started w/ a sore throat yesterday morning, turned into both ears hurting after a 6 hour nap, yes, that’s right folks, 6 hours. And today it was no better, so I went to the Dr. It’s just a viral 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gMXLt43x8UIjzd_QJMvaFvIjxUw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gMXLt43x8UIjzd_QJMvaFvIjxUw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/fp9sV3DodX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/sick-sick-sick-and-oh-new-blog-design.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYEQXg-eCp7ImA9WhRSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-96154838342323873</id><published>2011-11-20T14:58:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T14:58:20.650-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T14:58:20.650-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption awareness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><title>National Adoption Day</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/96154838342323873?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/96154838342323873?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/rg7EsMziEiw/whoops-i-forgot-that-yesterday-was.html" title="National Adoption Day" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">Whoops, I forgot that yesterday was National Adoption Day, I was just so busy yesterday…I didn’t even get on the computer…  Every day to me is adoption day, honestly there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about adoption and how it’s affected my life and my son’s.  It’s such a blessing, for all sides of the triad. It gives hope to all sides.   It gives hope to the birthmother who doesn’
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-jIMuMrXfW6QwGWFJAgkG6eBoLs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-jIMuMrXfW6QwGWFJAgkG6eBoLs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/rg7EsMziEiw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/whoops-i-forgot-that-yesterday-was.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAARn88cSp7ImA9WhRSFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-9161642389862525766</id><published>2011-11-16T21:25:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:25:47.179-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T21:25:47.179-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="101 in 1001" /><title>11-11-11</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/9161642389862525766?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/9161642389862525766?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/34V2EWnsy9c/so-i-havent-done-much-on-my-101-in-1001.html" title="11-11-11" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">So I haven’t done much on my 101 in 1001, but I did do this - Make a wish at 11:11 on November 11, 2011!  I posted it the other day, the picture of hubby and me, my wish is for my hubby to come home safely. It’s really the only thing that matters to me at the moment. His safety and his home coming!  
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lWuR6f8LiziFj6TIudX9wbPCP4w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lWuR6f8LiziFj6TIudX9wbPCP4w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/34V2EWnsy9c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-i-havent-done-much-on-my-101-in-1001.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcBRn86eip7ImA9WhRSE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-4449416284356092979</id><published>2011-11-14T20:20:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:20:57.112-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T20:20:57.112-10:00</app:edited><title>Clarifications</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4449416284356092979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4449416284356092979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/6WJ8LgFY7BU/i-guess-i-should-have-explained-it.html" title="Clarifications" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">I guess I should have explained it better when I said that I put on a good front. I don’t necessarily feel like it’s a front, but more that when I’m around other people I don’t feel sad, or get depressed. I’m not lonely. I prefer to be around people. But I know that I can’t be around people all the time. And so I’m working on not feeling so lonely when I am alone.   Thanks again to those who help
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fNf11NYuNNBX4S6qbklCASo406A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fNf11NYuNNBX4S6qbklCASo406A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/6WJ8LgFY7BU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-guess-i-should-have-explained-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HQ38_eSp7ImA9WhRSEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-6900295398435617674</id><published>2011-11-13T21:48:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:48:52.141-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-13T21:48:52.141-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deployment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="semi open adoption" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="army" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants" /><title>Sinking</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6900295398435617674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6900295398435617674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/GHCH1me09JQ/sinking.html" title="Sinking" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">I feel myself sinking…slowing drifting into depression. Into the darkness.   This holiday season is fast approaching, and with that comes the 3rd birthday of my son, and the emptiness that I sometimes feel when it comes to him. It’s just not natural to carry a child for 9 months and give birth to a baby, and then proceed to go home empty handed and spend the rest of your life without them. I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sbw_0Aw5dESIGYngJysn2U_hoUg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sbw_0Aw5dESIGYngJysn2U_hoUg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/GHCH1me09JQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/sinking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNQXc8eip7ImA9WhRSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-835021034311780975</id><published>2011-11-11T16:54:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:54:50.972-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T16:54:50.972-10:00</app:edited><title>Veterans Day</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/835021034311780975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/835021034311780975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/cqeoM4jdGHw/veterans-day.html" title="Veterans Day" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-T2qVt87qgrI/Tr3f-mUu9sI/AAAAAAAABCI/91huFhS_Uh8/s72-c/IMG00387-20110401-0655_thumb.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">  Happy Veterans Day to all those who serve, have served, who gave the ultimate sacrifice, and those on the home fronts.  “Land of the Free, because of the Brave” - Francis Scott Key    A special thanks to my husband and my grandfather for their service. I also have some other family members who serve, so thanks to them as well!  
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1tmiB7hFzH8ig4fWv_W-o9_nLKc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1tmiB7hFzH8ig4fWv_W-o9_nLKc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/cqeoM4jdGHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/veterans-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHQnY8fip7ImA9WhRTGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-2490401522016690232</id><published>2011-11-09T21:05:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:05:33.876-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T21:05:33.876-10:00</app:edited><title>Awkward.</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2490401522016690232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2490401522016690232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/Jhi1nn2VVIw/awkward.html" title="Awkward." /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">Have ya’ll watched Awkward.? It’s that new MTV show.   My friends think I’m like Sadie, “every high school has one: the rich, popular bitch. But unlike every other mean girl stereotype, Sadie's got some cushion for the pushin'... which means there's more to love -- or in her case, hate.”  Now, before you think, gosh how horrible, they think you’re fat like her, that’s not it at all…they just 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DR7y3t6GtXR2rKCNXaGbeWSxJv0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DR7y3t6GtXR2rKCNXaGbeWSxJv0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/Jhi1nn2VVIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/awkward.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkICRXc7fip7ImA9WhRTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-5700805495604958443</id><published>2011-11-03T21:07:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:09:24.906-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T21:09:24.906-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption awareness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guilt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthmom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="worry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="therapy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ministry" /><title>National Adoption Awareness Month</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5700805495604958443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5700805495604958443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/tUqqkcn6vyE/national-adoption-awareness-month.html" title="National Adoption Awareness Month" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">I know I know, I’m 3 days late…but we all know what a horrible blogger I am…
I am going to try and do some blog post for Adoption Awareness Month. But again, we all know how bad I am at this…
I do know that I have some stuff I want to talk about. So I guess I’ll just start…Oh and if you have something you’d like me to talk about, just let me know!
A couple weeks ago I was in therapy, I’m down to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pfdHj3s41n9zgEogJnn_CI8cHSU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pfdHj3s41n9zgEogJnn_CI8cHSU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/tUqqkcn6vyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/national-adoption-awareness-month.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcASXY8fSp7ImA9WhdbFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-6318880612762888822</id><published>2011-10-14T16:50:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T16:50:48.875-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-14T16:50:48.875-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption awareness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthmom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><title>Surprise</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6318880612762888822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6318880612762888822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/U1-wWu2-uCI/surprise.html" title="Surprise" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">I was going through my reading list on blogger, and I saw my picture, I was like, uh, what, and then I remembered that a few months ago, Monika from BirthMom Buds Blog contacted me to be the spotlight blogger! And she told me that it would run on Oct 14, which is today, and I forgot, even though I knew it would happen, I just forgot…so go here and check it out, it’s just another little part of my
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d0UE2F0dzg0UfZpDU6iA68nB_L0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d0UE2F0dzg0UfZpDU6iA68nB_L0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/U1-wWu2-uCI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/10/surprise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BRHw7fCp7ImA9WhdbEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-2889616972734535860</id><published>2011-10-07T15:37:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:37:35.204-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-07T15:37:35.204-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5QF" /><title>5QF</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2889616972734535860?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2889616972734535860?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/T4e0dmNW4wQ/5qf.html" title="5QF" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">Rules for 5QF: Copy and paste the following questions to your blog post. Answer them, then watch for the linky post to appear tomorrow morning! Remember that this post is NOT the post with the linky list on it...that is tomorrow!
Oh, and remember to have fun!!!
Also, feel free to play along on Twitter! We've had some people do that in the past couple of weeks and it's a fun, different way to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Y_reBD0SianSm2DaKTHoGY9-YE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Y_reBD0SianSm2DaKTHoGY9-YE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/T4e0dmNW4wQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/10/5qf.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMSH48fip7ImA9WhdUFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-65753803479483999</id><published>2011-10-02T23:18:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:18:09.076-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-02T23:18:09.076-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption awareness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthmom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ministry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><title>Needs and Wants</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/65753803479483999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/65753803479483999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/eQ1tXWHuq2M/needs-and-wants.html" title="Needs and Wants" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">"A Birthmother puts the needs of her child above the wants of her heart" - Skye Hardwick  This quote is from Birthmom Buds and it is just something that is so true.  I’ve always wanted to be a mother, I really feel like God wants me to be a mother, to raise children. But I know that the timing was off. I knew that what I had to offer a child at the time was not going to give my son everything he 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p_cMa7QlNHbaFFNgZSfT5uM5JRY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p_cMa7QlNHbaFFNgZSfT5uM5JRY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/QJzgpcnIvc0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-hard-part-of-your-story.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMFSXc4eSp7ImA9WhdUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-4668065373806444553</id><published>2011-09-27T22:10:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:10:18.931-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T22:10:18.931-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deployment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthmom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><title>Officially Suck</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4668065373806444553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4668065373806444553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/YzcKC-R1xUE/officially-suck.html" title="Officially Suck" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">I officially suck at blogging. I mean, hell, it’s almost been 2 months…  Not much is going on here, I’m super busy working and hanging out with friends. It sure does make the time go by so much faster.  I’m actually off work for a week or two, they’re on the mainland. So I’m catching up on sleep, and chores. But mostly sleep. I’ll try to catch up on blogging too.  Saturday will be 6 months down, 
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Well, if you mean romantically, then that’d be my husband, but in general, that’d be the precious little girl I baby sit from time to time…and since I’ve written to the husband a lot with this challenge, I think I’ll write to a 5 month old, LOL!
LK – You are such a joy to watch, and you always make me smile. I never thought I’d be able to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RIIbVh0QaF4Z_UtHNISrZV53oQ8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RIIbVh0QaF4Z_UtHNISrZV53oQ8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~4/QXDDNlWC3Q0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-23-of-challenge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08AQX05eSp7ImA9WhdREEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-5241260147188686675</id><published>2011-07-30T11:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T11:04:00.321-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-30T11:04:00.321-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5QF" /><title>5QF, erm Saturday…</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5241260147188686675?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5241260147188686675?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAfterPlacing/~3/xLQq82pxo_w/5qf-erm-saturday.html" title="5QF, erm Saturday…" /><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414997139963447868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOq_mKpxpTg/TidQFHss-XI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b2awExUvqnU/s220/IMAG0231.jpg" /></author><content type="html">Welcome to 5QF, new and old! I hope you will enjoy yourself...I have found the 5QF is my "get out of jail free" card for blogging. A post that is fun and easy to do!  Rules for 5QF: Copy and paste the following questions to your blog post, answer them, then watch for the linky post to appear on Friday morning!  Questions for Friday, July 29th: (Special thanks to @katieb38, @ByGollyMsHolly,@
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