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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/schOMvq1v_wC8t6rAXrW8iylbVU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/schOMvq1v_wC8t6rAXrW8iylbVU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/Ypgh5ON3VoE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/test-of-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYEQHc9cSp7ImA9WxBVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-5796491470193297122</id><published>2010-02-21T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:48:21.969-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-21T22:48:21.969-06:00</app:edited><title>Heaven Forbid A Man Get Sick</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5796491470193297122/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=5796491470193297122" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/5796491470193297122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/5796491470193297122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/qnWpBowtOAc/heaven-forbid-man-get-sick.html" title="Heaven Forbid A Man Get Sick" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Not much to discuss today...Honey's had a bum shoulder for the past several days, and hasn't been able to get in to see the doctor and/or get any medication for relief. As a result, he's been irritable and agitated, and an all around bummer to be around.I try to be patient and helpful, but nothing I seem to do is right. So, I keep my mouth shut - as much as possible because that is not easy for 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QCg4ZFnIEfja66YK9A2L-_LyBVI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QCg4ZFnIEfja66YK9A2L-_LyBVI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/7nQnTajYYU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-media-man-is-not-pregnant.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEGRXgyeCp7ImA9WB5aFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-2269387200527751270</id><published>2007-09-12T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:33:44.690-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-12T09:33:44.690-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chiropractor" /><title>The Pain Does Go Away</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2269387200527751270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=2269387200527751270" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/2269387200527751270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/2269387200527751270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/YX5hujk1rBU/pain-does-go-away.html" title="The Pain Does Go Away" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">After several years of writing on this blog, I had never experienced the opportunity to really connect with anyone who happened upon it. Until I wrote the post about having pain in my upper abdominal/rib cage and middle back. Hundred and hundreds of women from all over the world have searched for this topic on some search engine and ended up on this blog. Many many women have left their own 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QO_p9IqRv-Av_C0g4hwbV91g9zI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QO_p9IqRv-Av_C0g4hwbV91g9zI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/YX5hujk1rBU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2007/09/pain-does-go-away.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HQH4zcSp7ImA9WBFTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-1597519368215702689</id><published>2007-01-04T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:05:31.089-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-02-02T11:05:31.089-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chiropractor" /><title>Pregnant with Pain in Upper Abdominal Area</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1597519368215702689/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=1597519368215702689" title="79 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/1597519368215702689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/1597519368215702689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/LWGruqMpcNk/pregnant-with-pain-in-upper-abdominal.html" title="Pregnant with Pain in Upper Abdominal Area" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>79</thr:total><content type="html">Lately, several people have found my site searching for information on the pain they are experiencing during pregnancy. I am interested to know what kind of pain you are having, and what your doctor is telling you about it.My pain started in my back between my shoulder blades, around 22 weeks. It still exists in my back, but about 2 weeks later, migrated to my upper abdominal area and has 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eLcUOPJ89CKsTtYJ3NtTJM-eors/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eLcUOPJ89CKsTtYJ3NtTJM-eors/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/LWGruqMpcNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/pregnant-with-pain-in-upper-abdominal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANQno6fSp7ImA9WBBUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-8626778491631619242</id><published>2007-01-02T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:26:33.415-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-01-04T13:26:33.415-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="house" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="firsts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="engagement" /><title>Here's to an Even Better 2007!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8626778491631619242/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=8626778491631619242" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/8626778491631619242?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/8626778491631619242?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/hkKoY_XzErg/heres-to-even-better-2007.html" title="Here's to an Even Better 2007!" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Happy New Year!Although I found myself wanting to write at various times over the holidays, I n’er took a moment to sit down and actually do it. There were several topics that I had stewing in my brain though:Happy Whatever You AreHappy Holidays? Merry Christmas? Happy Hanukkah? Happy Kwanza? My take on it – in a nutshell – is to wish people what you are, and not be offended by what they say to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n8XfqXYBIyH5RHFx5gg7ZnT9yXA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n8XfqXYBIyH5RHFx5gg7ZnT9yXA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/kLqxgyQpG_M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/pregnant-but-not-paranoid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGSX88fyp7ImA9WBBVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-7933058818991706467</id><published>2006-12-13T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:22:08.177-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-12-13T14:22:08.177-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>These are two of my favorite things...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7933058818991706467/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=7933058818991706467" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/7933058818991706467?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/7933058818991706467?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/rBOkqzDwje8/these-are-two-of-my-favorite-things.html" title="These are two of my favorite things..." /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d6yvcGP-Dq4/RYBWUTvRN8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/A-7_09J6B-U/s72-c/Fuji.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I've got a dozen things rolling around my head and can't seem to settle on any one thing to write about. Maybe if I just start typing, I'll end up with something relatively coherent.First off, I'm so excited about our holiday greeting card! It's probably been 10+ years since I mailed anyone a Christmas card, but this year I had a really strong itch to do so. Probably because a) I'm pregnant (new 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iOc8_7ihQSFveIr-k5FkXVB_fDk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iOc8_7ihQSFveIr-k5FkXVB_fDk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/rBOkqzDwje8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/these-are-two-of-my-favorite-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cER385eyp7ImA9WBBXFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-8012541328557700702</id><published>2006-11-27T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:43:26.123-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-27T17:43:26.123-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kicks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="firsts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>Thankful</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8012541328557700702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=8012541328557700702" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/8012541328557700702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/8012541328557700702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/3DUBiU9vmBw/thankful.html" title="Thankful" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving holiday.Honey and I went to my parents for an early dinner on Thursday. We had a non-traditional menu of beef tenderloin, grilled salmon, baked potatoes, sweet potato casserole, fresh corn, green beens, cranbery relish, salad, and homemade rolls. For dessert, pumpkin pie and apple sheet pie. It was all so very delicious! Joining us were my parents, my 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XVLIhq0_za4KQrTedidyi0jUFuo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XVLIhq0_za4KQrTedidyi0jUFuo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/3DUBiU9vmBw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/thankful.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAR3g_cSp7ImA9WBBXEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-6269161699728832049</id><published>2006-11-21T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:37:26.649-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-21T14:37:26.649-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entertainment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racism" /><title>If It Walks, Talks, and Acts Like a Racist...</title><link rel="related" href="http://www.tmz.com/2006/11/20/kramers-racist-tirade-caught-on-tape/" title="If It Walks, Talks, and Acts Like a Racist..." /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6269161699728832049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=6269161699728832049" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/6269161699728832049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/6269161699728832049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/0LWCwSo5wEQ/if-it-walks-talks-and-acts-like-racist.html" title="If It Walks, Talks, and Acts Like a Racist..." /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">How disappointing is Michael Richards, aka "Cosmo Kramer"? Watching the tape of his horrific outburst last Friday at the Laugh Factory toward some African American hecklers absolutely appalled me. (click the title of this post to see the video - beware of profanity and offensive nature of the clip)What's worse was his pathetic, impromptu "apology" made on Letterman last night. He stuttered, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/akmZhBzjPmKQlX6eFzVN4PB41XQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/akmZhBzjPmKQlX6eFzVN4PB41XQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/0LWCwSo5wEQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-it-walks-talks-and-acts-like-racist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNQn0-eyp7ImA9WBBQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-5676998890221177663</id><published>2006-11-17T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:14:53.353-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-17T14:14:53.353-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><title>A Big Bushy Tail on a Toilet</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5676998890221177663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=5676998890221177663" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/5676998890221177663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/5676998890221177663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/018_KaID3uA/big-bushy-tail-on-toilet.html" title="A Big Bushy Tail on a Toilet" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">As most pregnant women know, we have to pee often. Unfortunately, this urge does not take a break in the middle of the night. Therefore, I have been up at least twice, sometimes 3-4 times in the middle of the night for several weeks.Last night - or rather early early this morning - the urge struck, again, I got up and went to the bathroom to do my business. Like many a night, one of our cats came
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_LTOvx9l80YZGpnMLPpN8T4x6E8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_LTOvx9l80YZGpnMLPpN8T4x6E8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/018_KaID3uA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-bushy-tail-on-toilet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4BRX09fip7ImA9WBBQFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-148880255772348360</id><published>2006-11-16T05:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T06:42:34.366-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-16T06:42:34.366-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kicks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="firsts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>And Then He Kicked Me</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/148880255772348360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=148880255772348360" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/148880255772348360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/148880255772348360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/MoogRSSsAUU/and-then-he-kicked-me.html" title="And Then He Kicked Me" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I am in the middle of my 21st week (or 5th month) of pregnancy. In other words, halfway there. So far, I think things have gone much as they should:Found out I was pregnant in week 6Morning sickness started right on cue (i.e. the next day) and lasted right up until week 14 (end of first trimester)I lost 1.5 pounds the first 3 months (boy, was I sick!!), and gained four the fourth month, for a net
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dx5R9WvbgKAvuNOCiP0EbPgjnj4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dx5R9WvbgKAvuNOCiP0EbPgjnj4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/MoogRSSsAUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-then-he-kicked-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCRXs7fSp7ImA9WBBQFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-986725215824764847</id><published>2006-11-13T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T06:44:24.505-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-16T06:44:24.505-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strangers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Walmart" /><title>Blindsided in Walmart</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/986725215824764847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=986725215824764847" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/986725215824764847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/986725215824764847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/u2hymblWbzo/blindsided-in-walmart.html" title="Blindsided in Walmart" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">So Honey and I were in Wally World the other day, and much like every time we go into Wally World, our blood pressures became elevated, our patience quickly wore thin, and by the time we left, we were both ready to jack slap somebody across the face. Here's why...I was heading to checkout line #7, Honey was right behind me. It was an awesome find: someone was just finishing up with their cart 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UmCpQHqcgL5s4rrGiOxbJTNtyeQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UmCpQHqcgL5s4rrGiOxbJTNtyeQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/u2hymblWbzo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/blindsided-in-walmart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkECQ3Y_fCp7ImA9WBBXFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-116300200360971318</id><published>2006-11-08T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:37:42.844-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-27T17:37:42.844-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entertainment" /><title>And this is what I choose to write about?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116300200360971318/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=116300200360971318" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/116300200360971318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/116300200360971318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/WMPmUt16OMg/and-this-is-what-i-choose-to-write.html" title="And this is what I choose to write about?" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">OK. So after like two months - almost three - I'm finally getting back to posting something on my blog. I've been meaning to post something for quite some time. Y'know updates on my pregnancy, how I've been feeling, all the many questions that run through my brain. But? There is no time! Work has been devilish of late; I cannot seem to get up out of bed to get to work early, therefore, I end up 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iv_fKicCPLE9_1eTuj_EXSf_w_E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iv_fKicCPLE9_1eTuj_EXSf_w_E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/BYLhKwhVHVU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/wake-up-white-america.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CRHs6fSp7ImA9WBBQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-115635203486095352</id><published>2006-08-23T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:21:05.515-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-08T10:21:05.515-06:00</app:edited><title>Why the Left Side?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115635203486095352/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=115635203486095352" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115635203486095352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115635203486095352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/6ag4UpDZe2g/why-left-side.html" title="Why the Left Side?" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">In many of the baby-books, magazines and online articles I've read, they often suggest laying on your left side for various things (nausea, when sleeping, etc.), and to put a pillow between your legs.I naturally often sleep on my left side. And, usually hug a pillow while I'm at it.Although many of them suggest this, they never say why?So anybody? Why the left side, and not the right? What's 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O5TyaXJ-7lzngORWQECn8OQAoBc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O5TyaXJ-7lzngORWQECn8OQAoBc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/6ag4UpDZe2g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-left-side.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CRHo_eSp7ImA9WBBQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-115556884951779801</id><published>2006-08-14T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:21:05.441-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-08T10:21:05.441-06:00</app:edited><title>Week 7 Going on 8</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115556884951779801/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=115556884951779801" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115556884951779801?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115556884951779801?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/aCZdRPL20sg/week-7-going-on-8.html" title="Week 7 Going on 8" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Well, my little bundle of joy, you have certainly caused some changes in mommy and daddy. Ever since I found out about you, I have had a regularly upset stomach. The actual sickness is starting to come and go, so it's great fun not knowing when it's going to hit. Could be morning before the shower, just after the shower, right after I brush my teeth (which I just love!), or any other time 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iIRMHTB98R_WhwvqHjzqCVPzHKQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iIRMHTB98R_WhwvqHjzqCVPzHKQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iIRMHTB98R_WhwvqHjzqCVPzHKQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iIRMHTB98R_WhwvqHjzqCVPzHKQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/sbLaomOjLRU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-in-queue.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CRHw6eSp7ImA9WBBQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-115393603491387424</id><published>2006-07-26T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:21:05.211-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-08T10:21:05.211-06:00</app:edited><title>Not a Laughing Matter</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115393603491387424/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=115393603491387424" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115393603491387424?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115393603491387424?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/HcWQWTvHdgY/not-laughing-matter.html" title="Not a Laughing Matter" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I need to apologize for the post written prior to this one. It's been almost a week since I wrote it, and although I was trying to be funny at the time, the subject is absolutely no laughing matter.My keeping this blog from Honey really hurt him, and it is nothing to joke about. The things I've said on this site that I've not been willing to say to him have hurt our relationship. I have put more 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hkk4jmSfbnWHjN163_y7FN_EVes/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hkk4jmSfbnWHjN163_y7FN_EVes/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/HcWQWTvHdgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-laughing-matter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CRH84cCp7ImA9WBBQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-115350983031240788</id><published>2006-07-21T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:21:05.138-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-08T10:21:05.138-06:00</app:edited><title>The Truth Comes Out</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115350983031240788/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=115350983031240788" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115350983031240788?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115350983031240788?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/X1czq0qJoFU/truth-comes-out.html" title="The Truth Comes Out" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Well, once again I have totally sucked at posting on a regular basis. To be honest, I have not had or made the time to do so, and also, I've been a little conscientious about writing lately.You see, I started this blog almost a year ago. Up until about a week or two ago, I was not completely sure my Honey knew about it. We have a [different] blog together on which we post pictures of our friends 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zog2jBKomof4jXOZR8RA1sxJUhM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zog2jBKomof4jXOZR8RA1sxJUhM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~4/X1czq0qJoFU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/2006/07/truth-comes-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CRH48eyp7ImA9WBBQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579203.post-115230852410958537</id><published>2006-07-07T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:21:05.073-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-08T10:21:05.073-06:00</app:edited><title>MAN! That was a long drive!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intuitivewoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115230852410958537/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579203&amp;postID=115230852410958537" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115230852410958537?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579203/posts/default/115230852410958537?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheIntuitiveWoman/~3/b_SoyrHtmt4/man-that-was-long-drive.html" title="MAN! That was a long drive!" /><author><name>the Intuitive Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230739922686124454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7591/1323/1600/lightning.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Well, ok, so I haven't been driving non-stop since two Friday's ago, but I might as well have been! It's been a wild two weeks:June 19 - a new girl started at work who I am to train. She's taking my place as Office Manager, and there are about eleventygazillion things to show her. Luckily she's had experience with about half of them. The rest is probably making her head spin...Also that day, my 
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