<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:41:31.096-07:00</updated><category term='gym-classses zumba'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Max</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about our baby Max from pre-birth untill we get too busy. Hopefully he will be interesting and we can share things with family members across the country as well as anyone ineterested in a good laugh.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-3884421974084820529</id><published>2011-03-11T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:52:06.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym-classses zumba'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been very busy getting the house in order and working out at the gym. I want to try some new gym classes like zumba, piyo or turbo-kick. It's hard to pick, I guess I'm going to have to try a different one every day and hope they don't kick my butt so much that I'll have to quit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/3884421974084820529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/3884421974084820529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#3884421974084820529' title=''/><author><name>muddylemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229590135890776907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-6231519507856508914</id><published>2010-08-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:43:17.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found a place with good deals on prenatal vitamins. I'm not sure what to get though. I think it's supposed to be something with folic acid or something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/6231519507856508914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/6231519507856508914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#6231519507856508914' title=''/><author><name>muddylemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229590135890776907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-111103602336319910</id><published>2005-03-16T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:07:03.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Fuck me it's been nearly a year!I had no idea I had slacked off for oh so long.  It has been a rough time for me and my tot.  He is now 17 months and some. I know, I said I wouldn't use months like that, well, I have to. for on more. Then he will be a year and a half. I am going to have a year an a half year old. It is so strange. I am doing it mostly on my own. It  is hard. I have help. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/111103602336319910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/111103602336319910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111103602336319910' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-108836645172693047</id><published>2004-06-27T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T13:00:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow it has been a while. My Max is now 8 and a half months old now, speed crawling, almost walking, saying ma ma and da da, feeding himself and seeing Elvis impersonators for the first time. He also went to his first Kegger. (NO BEER of course! He just made an apperance, it's good for publicity you know.) I have now began to understand why women don't breastfeed. I am getting attacked. I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/108836645172693047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/108836645172693047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108836645172693047' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-107725371721118445</id><published>2004-02-19T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:13:44.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY ARE YOU CRYINGI really just needed a clever title and couldn't think of one. I feel bad because I have neglected this thingy and it is now my goal to write a little everyday.  Mostly so I can have a few minutes to myself. He is at the best age right now, but he has started to cry whenever I am out of his sight and that is annoying. Sometimes I am like ....awww he misses me, but other times </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/107725371721118445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/107725371721118445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107725371721118445' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-107273814884698959</id><published>2003-12-29T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T14:50:12.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TIME FLIES WHEN YOU ARE CHANGING DIAPERS! Well, I had no idea it had been so long since I have had a chance to vent on here, no wonder I am on some anti-depressants.  Actually they are more like "lucky doggy" pills. I had about a week of stress so bad to where I almost hurt the dog.  She is constantly all over me and I just had a bit of stress that day and told her to go away before she became </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/107273814884698959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/107273814884698959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107273814884698959' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106978125902818327</id><published>2003-11-25T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T09:28:09.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TURKEY FOR ME BOOBIES FOR YOU!Yeah, Chile is sleeping. Well, we always call him Chile. I don't see how he is still asleep after being in the warm car then out into the artic and into Wal-Mart and then into the artic and then in the warm car as I awaited my yummy Sonic breakfast, then into the artic then inside and hearing the rat-dog yelping...... I guess I typed too soon... he is grunting away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106978125902818327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106978125902818327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106978125902818327' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106868336636161530</id><published>2003-11-12T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:16:41.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAVE THE CUTEST BABY EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!Ok, so maybe not ever, but damn he is adorable! I am not just saying that, and I honestly don't think that all the strangers that tell me so are just being polite.... none of them have that wince on their faces when they say so. I really have no time nowadays.... it is spent either trying to nap(yeah right) or having him attached to my boobs, changing a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106868336636161530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106868336636161530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868336636161530' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106755086604407976</id><published>2003-10-30T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T13:54:25.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS HARDER THAN I THOUGHT well, as you can tell, I haven't exactly had alot of time on my hands lately....they have been filled with a baby.  I still had NO idea that it would be this stressful.  I think the fact that Max has to attach himself to my boobies every 2-3 hours rids the possibility of me having my own time..... not that I am complaining, well, ok, just a little, but it is all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106755086604407976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106755086604407976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755086604407976' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106646569836949886</id><published>2003-10-18T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T01:28:18.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M A MOMMY!Well, hopefully most of you know to check out Lance's site on the side there because I doubt I will be down  here much..... I haven't been getting my normal amount of sleep or anything close to it, but I am remarkably OK with it since our little creation is so damn cute.  I delivered at 10:07 Saturday night after 2 1/2 hours of pushing only to realize that he was not going to come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106646569836949886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106646569836949886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106646569836949886' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106587196840247532</id><published>2003-10-11T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T04:32:48.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BABY DAY!The hospital called at 5:30 am (after I ofcourse didn't sleep) and said come in anytime so I have gone through my bag about 10 times and we should be leaving shortly....... I am beyond nervous now...... I also had some sort of life crisis last night as I ate my last meal inside a Steak n Shake with about 1000 high school kids.... I realized that I may only be 21 but I feel 41 because I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106587196840247532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106587196840247532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106587196840247532' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106572486251642661</id><published>2003-10-09T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T11:41:02.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK THIS IS GETTING OLD!I have lots of stuff to say this time around...... I STILL DON'T HAVE A BABY!  I thought my water broke Sunday night so we put all the stuff in the car and went to get it checked out..... nope.  So we sat there for a few hours and had a bunch of nurses and doctor ladies looking at my stuff. I was still only 1-2 cm.  We did get another ultra sound to measure the fluid and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106572486251642661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106572486251642661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572486251642661' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106538865751988304</id><published>2003-10-05T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:17:37.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TUESDAY Well, as of Thursday I was only 1 1/2 cm.  Atleast I made some change.  Dr. Joe has decided if he doesn't pop out by Tuesday then I can be induced sometime after that.  I am hoping for Tuesday night!  Lance's mom is here until Wed or Thurs hoping to see him make his apperance, but is then heading to California so he needs to get this show on the road.    Poor me and my pelvis..... I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106538865751988304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106538865751988304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106538865751988304' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106496165558612053</id><published>2003-09-30T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T15:40:55.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STILL NO BABY!Yeah so only 7 more days till the date. I am angry. I really thought he was coming last week.  I guess my "motherly intuition" was wrong....I hope that doesn't mean I am going to be a bad mom or what not.  I am so more than ready.  I freak out every time some contractions even pretend to be regular.... usually about 1 in the morning, so I stay up forever waiting, well hoping that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106496165558612053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106496165558612053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106496165558612053' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106441773744181559</id><published>2003-09-24T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T08:35:37.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GET OUT!Well, it has been a while because apparently this is getting me in more trouble than it's worth.  I had no idea people actually read this thing. It was just for me to complain about things I suppose.  I don't really care about anything this week except getting Max out!  I have less than 2 weeks till his due date and I really thought he was going to come this weekend. When I went to see</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106441773744181559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106441773744181559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106441773744181559' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106382969039867019</id><published>2003-09-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T13:14:50.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEVEN MINUTESWell, we had another fun evening of Lamaze.... I actually considered skipping it, but I am glad we didn't because we finally took the tour.  It really wasn't all that   informative since I have been in the L&amp;D rooms before.  We did get to see alot of fresh babies in the nursery though.  Tuesdays are the most popular day to give birth, or so I read, and there were alot born </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106382969039867019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106382969039867019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106382969039867019' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106360537307083298</id><published>2003-09-14T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T22:56:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COME ON BABY, MAMMA NEEDS A NEW PAIR OF SHOES! Yeah, I want him to come out now. I'm more than done.  My belly-button-turkey-cooker-timer has started to stick out....doesn't that mean he is ready?  It's not totally out, but I am not sure it's considered an innie anymore.  I am beyond uncomfortable..... My legs, ankles, and feet have morphed into some strange tree trunk situation.... they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106360537307083298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106360537307083298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106360537307083298' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106340133657615381</id><published>2003-09-12T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T14:15:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LEAVE MY BRAIN ALONEYes, I stole that from Spongebob, but it's how I feel.  I am fighting a week of migraines again.  I had one Monday and was OK to function after a while, then Tuesday was just a bad headache made worse by Lamaze class, then Wednesday...... all the pain I could imagine was jolting through my brain..... I was in tears.  I had already taken 6 Tylenol so far and it started at 5..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106340133657615381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106340133657615381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106340133657615381' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106339916723160022</id><published>2003-09-12T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T13:39:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I REALLY SHOULD PROOFREAD!Well, I have hurt someone's feelings by what I have said. (It's not really surprising I did so, just to who.)  The way I word things usually is what gets me in trouble because I type in very run-on thought type sentences and I never go back to make sure they sound ok.  I would never have enough time to correct all my mistakes!.....  But I upset Lance's mom and I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106339916723160022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106339916723160022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106339916723160022' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106321729822709393</id><published>2003-09-10T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T11:08:18.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAMAZE AND COMPUTERS ARE STUPIDYeah, that sucks.  I had almost finished my post for today and a package of pitted prunes (which are not even mine) fell on the keyboard and hit something,  and it was all gone. There may be a way to fix it, but I don't know how and now I am mad!  The last thing I need is to be more hostile after last night and the torture that is Lamaze class.  I am not sure why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106321729822709393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106321729822709393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106321729822709393' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106304168897379794</id><published>2003-09-08T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T10:21:28.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU CAN COME OUT NOWI hadn't really noticed but Lance brought up that this was my vent.  I guess so.  I can't complain to him he doesn't hear very well.  And he has to deal with me daily so I try to spare him of some things.  His parents left during the shower... well towards the end.  I can tell they don't think much of me, but I couldn't care less.  I was very well behaved while they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106304168897379794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106304168897379794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106304168897379794' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106294714730135494</id><published>2003-09-07T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T08:05:47.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ST.LOUIS IS BORING So,  I never got off my ass.  I did somethings Saturday morning since his parents didn't get here until about 2.  Then "we" decided it would be a good idea to go to the Art Fair in Clayton.  Maybe a few weeks ago it would have been a good idea.  I had to waddle my way through crowds of stinky, drunk, and just plain inconsiderate people for 2 hours.... I bought a $3 bottle of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106294714730135494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106294714730135494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106294714730135494' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106271417410826644</id><published>2003-09-04T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T15:22:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SAGA CONTINUESWow I must be bored.  Well, Lance is gone for now an interview or something..... so yeah.  I have been back from Dr. Joe's for a few know....poor Ferris was pissed...literally.  She peed and pooped on the floor for Lance while I was gone. He did say she was howling, and to me a dog that howls is probably trying to tell you something, but she is little and so is her poo. If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106271417410826644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106271417410826644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106271417410826644' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-10626923538870925</id><published>2003-09-04T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T09:19:13.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GRRRRRRRR So Yeah. I went to a bar. Well a pub last night with Lance and of course "the bulge formally known as Max."  It was a gathering of well, something to do with computers and St. Louis.  Lance knows I just went.  Everyone was very nice and I had the opportunity to freak out some of the other pregnant ones.  I love going into bar/restaurants being this big...so many people just look at me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/10626923538870925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/10626923538870925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10626923538870925' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106261559497946252</id><published>2003-09-03T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T11:59:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAMAZE IS STUPID  Ok maybe someone in the world found that going to a class about breathing helped them give birth.  I didn't get it.  I have been able to breathe for the past 21 years, I don't think I need to be 9 months pregnant laying on the floor while some 60 year old woman talks about relaxation. Some of the information was decent.  I figured out Lance and I know way too much about this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106261559497946252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106261559497946252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106261559497946252' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106242482380208055</id><published>2003-09-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T07:00:23.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOG   So it's been a few days, had way too much going on.  My grandma died on Saturday morning and I had to take my dog back.  I used to live there with my grandma and when I moved she made me keep Ferris the dog there.  Now Ferris is the world's wussiest dog.  She isn't as afraid of Lance as she was in the first visit here a few weeks ago, but she still is having some issues.  This thing has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106242482380208055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106242482380208055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106242482380208055' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106205250036215834</id><published>2003-08-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T23:35:00.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MR. GREATCENTS I don't know if it is just me but I absolutely love sub sandwiches.  Well, anything meat related really.  Most people only know of a few sub places, but if you live in St.Louis or around there is a place called Mr. Goodcents.  I want to live there.  The only thing I can complain about is that they are not open 24 hours a day, and no drive-thru.  Every pregnant person out there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106205250036215834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106205250036215834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106205250036215834' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106198564279949573</id><published>2003-08-27T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T05:00:42.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> WHAT WAS THAT?OUCH STOP IT!HOLY CRAP! Ok, well as you can see I think I am having those "Braxton-Hicks" contractions.  My question is how in the hell can a painful tightening of my entire abdomen followed by Max flipping out be named after a guy?  Yeah I'd like to show him a "Braxton-Hicks" myself.     I have been wanting to get this baby out of me since my rib cage is being split apart like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106198564279949573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106198564279949573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106198564279949573' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106190446759352848</id><published>2003-08-26T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T06:27:47.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> WHY AM I STILL AWAKE     So I have become a night owl.  I sleep during the day, OK I nap during the day and am awake all night.  It's really boring.  It's so bad that I can tell you what show is on Nick@Nite next without using the guide.  That's basically why I started this.  I was basically bored.     Today started my 34th week of being a whale.  I say that because I have gained about 40 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106190446759352848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106190446759352848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106190446759352848' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106171847655845285</id><published>2003-08-24T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T02:47:56.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE NAME GAME   I found out that I'm only 10.25% geek. Lance claims to only be like 23%....I don't belive it. So since I have nothing better to do I figured out that Max should only be about 16% geek. That's not too bad although if you know me and Lance I'm sure that it will be alot higher.  (if you go to that muddylemon thing over on the side you can figure out how much of a geek you are....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106171847655845285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106171847655845285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106171847655845285' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106154672452616654</id><published>2003-08-22T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T03:05:24.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    YOU'RE GOING TO PUT THAT WHERE?     So this morning we all ( me, Lance, and Max) went to the epidural class. It is this small classroom filled with the flimsiest desk/folding-chair/death-trap devices I have ever seen. Oh, and not to mention the 30 or so 8th month pregnant women and the ones who got them that way.  I was afraid that at any moment the entire room was going to go down like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106154672452616654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106154672452616654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106154672452616654' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106144804874334886</id><published>2003-08-20T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T23:40:48.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOOK WHO'S TALKING Ok so maybe I'm crazy. At least it's fun. I have some weird disorder, I suppose, where I think that animals and some inanimate objects have feelings. Maybe I have seen Toy Story or all the talking animal movies too many times. So what. I know it's not all that likely that the squirrels in the back yard are actually trying to hit Lance with the half-eaten acorns, but isn't it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106144804874334886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106144804874334886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106144804874334886' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106128819105376298</id><published>2003-08-19T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T03:16:31.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Well I am not too sure if anyone reads this, but I guess it gives me something to do anyway. I have been searching all over babycenter for lists. I am obsessed with lists.  I want a check-list for anything and everything that has to do with a baby. Just wait...all you others out there, just wait. All I want to do is clean and organize and have a billion lists to make sure I just cleaned and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106128819105376298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106128819105376298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106128819105376298' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106115985221610933</id><published>2003-08-17T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T15:37:32.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Well, it has taken me a few days to get back, no real reason in particular. I have come to a few realizations though.  I won't go into the whole thing but while I was in the bathroom the other day it dawned on me that this little thing that has been living in my stomach is going to come out and I will never be alone again. I will not even be able to use the bathroom without having to think about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106115985221610933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106115985221610933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106115985221610933' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106092549653564326</id><published>2003-08-14T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:36:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pediatrician/family physician interview sheetI found this when looking for questions i should ask a potential doctor for Max.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106092549653564326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106092549653564326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106092549653564326' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679969.post-106085702157357455</id><published>2003-08-14T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T03:34:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> OK.....here we go.  This blog is to let our friends and family and hopefully anyone interested to keep up on what is happening to the person I am growing in my belly.  I am 32-33 weeks pregnant now and the one trying to escape should be here in early October.    I thought that Lance and myself (Amy) sharing our first time "parenting" experiences would undoubtedly make for some entertainment.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106085702157357455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679969/posts/default/106085702157357455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofmax.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106085702157357455' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13132382371745612224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
