<?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: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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135</id><updated>2024-10-25T04:49:33.724-04:00</updated><category term="adoption"/><category term="birthmom"/><category term="Meme&#39;s"/><category term="adoption awareness"/><category term="update"/><category term="friends"/><category term="army"/><category term="30 days"/><category term="holiday"/><category term="bad days"/><category term="hawaii"/><category term="vent"/><category term="5QF"/><category term="rants"/><category term="ministry"/><category term="semi open adoption"/><category term="good days"/><category term="story"/><category term="funks"/><category term="worry"/><category term="wedding"/><category term="31 days"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="101 in 1001"/><category term="deployment"/><category term="mothers day"/><category term="show us your life"/><category term="blogfrog"/><category term="married"/><category term="therapy"/><category term="baby fever"/><category term="boys"/><category term="graphic design"/><category term="heart thursdays"/><category term="guilt"/><category term="news"/><category term="awards"/><category term="engaged"/><category term="getting to know you"/><category term="holiday gift guide"/><category term="injuries"/><category term="journaling"/><category term="liars"/><category term="maui"/><category term="mel"/><category term="poem"/><category term="traveling"/><category term="compassion international"/><category term="guest blogger"/><category term="job"/><category term="love"/><category term="people watching"/><category term="shopping"/><category term="thursdays 5"/><category term="wordless wednesday"/><title type='text'>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='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.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'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-4610754578037148756</id><published>2013-12-28T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-12-28T10:00:03.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake Swap 2013</title><summary type="text">My friend Jane co-hosted a swap with a couple other bloggers for Christmas. I thought it was a neat idea, so I thought I&#39;d join. Boy am I glad I did!

My Partner was Angie, we had so much in common, it just seemed too perfect that we got paired! Her words in her e-mail to me about being paired &quot;There is no doubt that GOD put us together as partners!&quot;
You see, she adopted her son, and he&#39;s joining</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4610754578037148756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4610754578037148756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/12/snowflake-swap-2013.html' title='Snowflake Swap 2013'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikbc4_DyH_Itlo3pUqgbsN2icHPSIckjM3n1XjxkfO9pycdZi8UFVOl0Rj9TWVH28AmyDwtBaIgB6yAG80zqokK3A3MmpE5kA3ASrcWI_t0eOxDTxEudSrN5bEUyYAohiFS4VKQGGp2ms/s72-c/photo+2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-8653183508499706828</id><published>2013-12-11T16:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-12-11T23:17:51.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years, to the day</title><summary type="text">It didn&#39;t dawn on me until today, that it hasn&#39;t just been 5 years since I gave birth and placed my son, but 5 years to the day.

J was born on a Tuesday morning, I signed the papers on a Wednesday morning. Wednesday was also the day that I held him for the first time and last time. It&#39;s also the day he got to leave the hospital. Sleeping in the hospital Tuesday night wasn&#39;t as bad as Wednesday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/8653183508499706828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/8653183508499706828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/12/5-years-to-day.html' title='5 years, to the 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-4125413944918714787</id><published>2013-11-26T16:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2013-11-26T16:27:28.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Hawaii</title><summary type="text">The weather is crazy here. One day it&#39;s in the high 70&#39;s, sometimes even 80&#39;s. Then the next day it&#39;s 30. One day I have the AC going, the next day the heat. I try to leave it completely off, but when it gets cold outside, it tends to get too cold inside. But if I leave the heat on, even with it set at 68, it can get so hot if it is in the 70&#39;s outside.

This weather is really making me miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4125413944918714787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4125413944918714787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/11/missing-hawaii.html' title='Missing Hawaii'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-2092020160369327960</id><published>2013-09-18T16:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-09-18T16:04:28.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Things are pretty boring around these parts. Not much to talk about.

We&#39;ve officially put our baby plans on hold since we found out Steven will be getting out of the Army in February. It&#39;s kind of a mixed blessing type thing. I&#39;m mostly okay with our decision, I do have my days where I really wish we could go ahead and have one, but then I&#39;m really enjoying being child free. Besides, this should</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2092020160369327960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2092020160369327960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/09/things-are-pretty-boring-around-these.html' title=''/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3sLg98i7dLsi4BhN4OY8sjizMdPMBxU32DobKIuA9mwcmGXKlVAwbhRrQgjyiUrggcp_0YyYuzGohAvjqCv8s6chukmGfbsnhBsFowPYgkIPuoVWseLw3Z8IfprUyuBUk4t0TFflUYBc/s72-c/image_6.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-5961232136173163650</id><published>2013-08-01T16:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-08-01T16:30:07.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July Blogger Book Club</title><summary type="text">
Here is July&#39;s Blogger Book Club post, I did not get a chance to read the book they picked out, but I will review another book I read for a different book club I&#39;m apart of.



Don&#39;t remember what the Blogger Book Club is about?!



I&#39;ve joined&amp;nbsp;My Name Is Madeline,&amp;nbsp;A Mile in Her Boots, and&amp;nbsp;Confessions of a Busy Busy Bee&amp;nbsp;and we will be reading a book a month and reviewing it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5961232136173163650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5961232136173163650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/08/july-blogger-book-club.html' title='July Blogger Book Club'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-7395288880390853714</id><published>2013-07-11T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-07-11T21:43:58.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><summary type="text">If at first you don&#39;t succeed, try, try again....

We aren&#39;t too disappointed about a failed cycle of Clomid, as it is our first one, and we are still waiting on blood work results to see if it even worked. That&#39;s not to say I wasn&#39;t sad when I realized we weren&#39;t pregnant.

So the game plan now is to take a break this month from the Clomid as I&#39;ll be gone during the vital days. I really didn&#39;t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/7395288880390853714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/7395288880390853714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/07/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-2439030923873814390</id><published>2013-07-01T16:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-07-01T16:04:15.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June Book - The Help</title><summary type="text">
Since we were on vacation the last week of June, my review and answers for the Blogger Book Club are just a tad late - oops, I&#39;ll try to do better next month!!


Don&#39;t remember what it&#39;s about?!



I&#39;ve joined&amp;nbsp;My Name Is Madeline, A Mile in Her Boots, and Confessions of a Busy Busy Bee&amp;nbsp;and we will be reading a book a month and reviewing it on the last day of each month, starting in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2439030923873814390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2439030923873814390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/07/june-book-help.html' title='June Book - The Help'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-5427489402973543829</id><published>2013-06-15T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-15T23:22:58.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After Placing...Infertility Treatments</title><summary type="text">It seems that one of my fears is coming true in regards to my life after placing. I&#39;m suffering from secondary infertility.

I&#39;ve stopped ovulating. The gyno I saw a week ago thinks that I do have PCOS, and that my inconsistent cycles are showing I don&#39;t ovulate. My blood work to confirm that had not come back from Fort Gordon Wednesday and my gyno went out of town, so we&#39;re acting as if I don&#39;t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5427489402973543829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/5427489402973543829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/06/life-after-placinginfertility-treatments.html' title='Life After Placing...Infertility Treatments'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-3304350245420803794</id><published>2013-05-04T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-15T23:27:52.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Bookclub, why not?!</title><summary type="text">I&#39;ve recently joined a book club and I love it so much, so when I came across this idea of doing a&amp;nbsp;Blogger Book Club&amp;nbsp;I thought, how neat, why not. And the good thing is, they&#39;ve picked the books already, and if you&#39;ve already read that book for the month or you have no interest in that particular book, you can read another book. So head over to one of the hosts (linked below) and link </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3304350245420803794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3304350245420803794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/05/blogger-bookclub-why-not.html' title='Blogger Bookclub, why not?!'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-2805779684145209687</id><published>2013-04-24T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-24T14:10:20.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Infertility Awareness Week</title><summary type="text">
This week is National Infertility Awareness Week, April 21-27. I know many people who suffer from infertility, I&#39;ve seen the ups and downs they&#39;ve felt. And I&#39;ve felt them for them as well. I&#39;m in no way comparing placing my son for adoption to the feelings that those who suffer from infertility feel when the people around them are getting pregnant and having children. But I know how much it can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2805779684145209687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2805779684145209687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-infertility-awareness-week.html' title='National Infertility Awareness Week'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-3930138854376871241</id><published>2013-04-08T17:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-08T17:03:54.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish</title><summary type="text">Something I watched yesterday got me thinking. It was a Sunday, so nothing was on, so we were watching a Kourtney &amp;amp; Kim Take Miami marathon. On part 1 of the finale Kim is talking to Scott about babies, and what she&#39;d do if she became pregnant. Clearly she either didn&#39;t know she was pregnant, or wasn&#39;t telling anyone. Because when asked what she&#39;d do, she said she wouldn&#39;t &quot;get rid of it&quot; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3930138854376871241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3930138854376871241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/04/selfish.html' title='Selfish'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-951792426564822140</id><published>2013-03-27T15:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-27T15:44:46.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Florida</title><summary type="text">We drove down to Florida Friday morning. We went to Venice, it’s 1 1/2 hours south of Tampa, so we stopped in Tampa to pick up my father. My Uncle turned 80 on Sunday, so we had a party and family reunion. It’d been over 10 years since I’d seen most of the people there. Everyone couldn’t make it, and we missed them.  My grandparents came down with my Aunt, Uncle and cousin. My dad’s side of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/951792426564822140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/951792426564822140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/03/our-trip-to-florida.html' title='Our trip to Florida'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscEkJCrFa8tJauKnDpAfBwhtZkAwhfBBrL3NT9Rh0Ny771JTUJxn2wXD3IURGhyphenhyphenFcU0E9yICt3VNJEVuMCvuUIdaVJlUf5JPw00cYfdUg84-rCJN61-jMmUiVAt9WWyVvo0T9aR9RzrM/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-1767105553863431716</id><published>2013-03-26T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-26T09:18:28.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A random thought</title><summary type="text">Steven and I went to Florida for the weekend. My Uncle turned 80 Sunday and we got most of the family together. It had been over 10 years since I’d seen most of them. It was awesome, more on that later. Right now though, I have something else on my mind…  Shaving your legs in the summer vs. the winter. I swear when we were in Hawaii I could go a whole week without shaving, maybe even longer, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/1767105553863431716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/1767105553863431716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-random-thought.html' title='A random thought'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-26031119991170957</id><published>2013-03-13T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-13T22:40:52.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/26031119991170957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/26031119991170957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-7191657341148813623</id><published>2013-02-06T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-06T14:47:48.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><summary type="text">It’s been a while, things have been really busy. We moved from Hawaii to South Carolina. Spent Christmas in Dahlonega, Chattanooga and Atlanta. And then the hubby started his new job. Now I’m trying to get the apartment in order, unpacked and figure out what I’m going to do in South Carolina.  I’m also anxiously awaiting an update letter with pictures. I did get an email on his birthday with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/7191657341148813623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/7191657341148813623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2013/02/life.html' title='Life'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-3632606465906687402</id><published>2012-05-11T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-11T00:22:36.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthmother’s Day</title><summary type="text">Saturday (May 12) is Birthmother’s Day. I got an e-card from the Adoptive parents today. Through Bethany, which is a Christina Adoption Agency. It’s the one Catelynn and Tyler used on 16&amp;amp;Pregnant and Teen Mom. The video is of Adoptive Parents and Adoptee’s sharing how they feel about the Birthmother. There are 3 videos, one from Adoptees, one from Adoptive Parents and one from Families – you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3632606465906687402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3632606465906687402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/05/birthmothers-day.html' title='Birthmother’s 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-2489080971092175052</id><published>2012-04-25T17:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T17:09:33.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>organized ramblings</title><summary type="text">So I’ve been off my meds for a few weeks now, and so far, so good. I’ve had a little problem sleeping, but I think if I just stop the caffeine at a reasonable hour I can fix that myself. But once I’m asleep I can usually sleep for a few hours. Unlike last night, I got about 6 hours, went to bed at 3am and woke up at 9am…I’m hoping to not start the insomnia…  I have been pretty good, in a stable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2489080971092175052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2489080971092175052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/04/organized-ramblings.html' title='organized ramblings'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-6076449708716838314</id><published>2012-04-25T05:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T05:17:42.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><summary type="text">  The rest of the pictures will follow later…  Thanks again to Taylor at Nine3Oh Creative (or her blog)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6076449708716838314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/6076449708716838314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmOuwBnpn5Py8K619pDuG7pQSbrFqFGtDeaPg9TUhR9tGzP1s-cdq9wafR6IOH9BXaFSj13Hcc-aOmpPiFOmRSFMYN5Ou-inXq2aLmB5Pp7F3oV-y286y_16PEWVCiJXQOdUgoP_Rytw/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-3160200237861814286</id><published>2012-04-03T20:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T20:27:52.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He’s HOME!</title><summary type="text">He’s home and I can breath again. The ceremony was amazing, and emotional. It was funny because I left the balloons at home, so we had to turn around and get them, since I told the hubby to find me with the balloons. Luckily we live about 5 minutes from the Gulch.   Taylor, from Nine3Oh, came out and took pictures, the ones she’s posted so far are AMAZING! She was super nice and fun to have at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3160200237861814286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3160200237861814286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/04/hes-home.html' title='He’s HOME!'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJQULuW4CXboYfrdJT9U3J-sKwKUKQ5xSow0NR37NRJZrl-i1LpuBITOa1gVBWV1hE23BzQ0vyDBmp9JjyBoAORMvQbt3Dln6PJmqePWqEoVZ23-WLqW910VcwIdYBy2YwKpPyD8bAq4/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-3525788674919615492</id><published>2012-03-31T03:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-03-31T03:58:32.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>horrible at waiting</title><summary type="text">Ya’ll all know how BAD I am at patience and waiting. But the last few weeks have started DRAGGING, and the next days, even hours, will be the worst ever.  I’m waiting impatiently for my husband to get home. Like I said, we all know how bad I am at waiting.  I’m working on the house with a friend, she’s really helping me out. I’d be lost without her.  So I’m hoping to have good news on the husband</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3525788674919615492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/3525788674919615492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/03/horrible-at-waiting.html' title='horrible at waiting'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-8977949330714659433</id><published>2012-02-29T03:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T03:44:16.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m pissed, but still glad and some health updates</title><summary type="text">Things are going good. On the medicine front. Don’t seem to be having an adverse reactions, at least I don’t think so…I did cry last night, but that was due to the reasons I’m pissed…  On the kidney stone front, I have 4 total, 3 in the left – 1 in the right. The one that was causing the most problems was 5mm, the 2 others in my left are about 3 or 4mm, and I think I’m actually passing them too. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/8977949330714659433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/8977949330714659433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-pissed-but-still-glad-and-some.html' title='I’m pissed, but still glad and some health updates'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-2165051011689631396</id><published>2012-02-22T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T21:10:56.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomz</title><summary type="text">I’ve been off one of my meds for almost a month, doing great. I’ve been on a reduced dose of the other for a couple weeks. Doing good so far.  I’ve been really busy, but I’ve got this stupid kidney stone that just won’t go away. It all started Feb 6, yes, 16 days ago. I’ve not been a lot of pain, but it’s just been uncomfortable. I’ve had my share of stones, and they’ve all been way worse than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2165051011689631396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2165051011689631396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/02/randomz.html' title='Randomz'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-4070857159751611877</id><published>2012-02-09T02:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T02:35:28.325-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="army"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby fever"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthmom"/><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="therapy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="update"/><title type='text'>Preparation</title><summary type="text">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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4070857159751611877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/4070857159751611877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/02/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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-2569776982895118562</id><published>2012-02-04T03:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T03:03:36.463-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption"/><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"/><title type='text'>Love is sacrifice</title><summary type="text">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.&amp;#160; I feel love is an attitude that chooses what is best for another person, rather than what is easiest or most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2569776982895118562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/2569776982895118562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/02/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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530526874936385135.post-7452710534410716872</id><published>2012-01-30T19:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:25:15.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The light</title><summary type="text">&amp;#160;  *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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/7452710534410716872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530526874936385135/posts/default/7452710534410716872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birthmomstories.blogspot.com/2012/01/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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-XoThkqrXLJ0QTTivuZNATmL3sacDB8x9evqmyLMywZJrIHteOgO6Y4WKBQcCbrB3bPzVuaZokLMIiG6pHTb4K3rF5WYf9YLqP2Vzbpo2L4U6qZcqJyLfK1wS7HKrA/s220/IMAG0231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cRq5paBzOpmCnBQuVEcGqSUTNCjIYnwfVK1E8D2jLHldOX3WhczPt_7e4NITEdagWlQrxu8tDWazfXbKyc7bSG1RITe1epr8_M5IgsoHHZ8WHTErQEVJc8r8YsvDmtLV37aEvqMBaY0/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/></entry></feed>