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		<title>My Battle With Chronic Pain Part II: Tendonitis, Sacroiliac Pain, Muscle Strain, Whatever</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>To read Part I Click here. Again, this is a chronic pain post: feel free to skip this one if it&#8217;s not your cup of tea. I promise to not always blog about hip pain y&#8217;all&#8230; Now onto Part II of the saga. So where did we leave off? Oh, yes. I was lying on my bed, probably on a hot pad, staring at the ceiling, praying, and crying. I prayed for help. It came. God has always been so [...]</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/07/my-battle-with-chronic-pain-part-ii-tendonitis-sacroiliac-pain-muscle-strain-whatever/">My Battle With Chronic Pain Part II: Tendonitis, Sacroiliac Pain, Muscle Strain, Whatever</a> appeared first on <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com">Stories of Our Boys</a>.</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="attachment_6557" style="width: 336px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img data-recalc-dims="1" fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6557" data-attachment-id="6557" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/07/my-battle-with-chronic-pain-part-ii-tendonitis-sacroiliac-pain-muscle-strain-whatever/2012-06-26_18-33-19_681/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2012-06-26_18-33-19_681.jpg?fit=720%2C1280&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="720,1280" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;DROID4&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.76&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="2012-06-26_18-33-19_681" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="&lt;p&gt;Vacation in Boston, Summer 2012, Pain level was way down. Such a fun time!&lt;/p&gt;
" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2012-06-26_18-33-19_681.jpg?fit=514%2C913&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2012-06-26_18-33-19_681.jpg?fit=692%2C1231&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class=" wp-image-6557" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2012-06-26_18-33-19_681.jpg?resize=326%2C579&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="my battle with chornic pain part II" width="326" height="579" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2012-06-26_18-33-19_681.jpg?resize=563%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 563w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2012-06-26_18-33-19_681.jpg?resize=692%2C1231&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 692w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2012-06-26_18-33-19_681.jpg?resize=300%2C533&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2012-06-26_18-33-19_681.jpg?w=720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 720w" sizes="(max-width: 326px) 100vw, 326px" /><p id="caption-attachment-6557" class="wp-caption-text">Vacation in Boston, Summer 2012, Pain level was way down. Such a fun time!</p></div>
<p>To read <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/05/my-chronic-pain-battle-fake-sciatica-tendonitis-muscle-strain-whatever/" target="_blank">Part I Click here</a>. Again, this is a chronic pain post: feel free to skip this one if it&#8217;s not your cup of tea. I promise to not always blog about hip pain y&#8217;all&#8230;</p>
<p><strong>Now onto Part II of the saga.</strong></p>
<p>So where did we leave off? Oh, yes. I was lying on my bed, probably on a hot pad, staring at the ceiling, praying, and crying.</p>
<p>I prayed for help. It came. God has always been so faithful.</p>
<p>The doorbell rang.</p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll just pretend I&#8217;m not home,&#8221; I thought.</p>
<p>&#8220;Mom! Mom! Mom! Someone&#8217;s at the door!!!  Mom!! Get up! The doorbell!&#8221;</p>
<p>Groan. Obviously, we are at home.</p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m coming. Okay.&#8221; I hobbled down the stairs, keeping my arm tucked in close. I answered the door. Just a nice lady needing to ask me a few questions. I don&#8217;t even remember her name.</p>
<p>I apologized for taking so long to answer the door. I explained that I&#8217;d been having trouble with my back. (It&#8217;s just much quicker than saying hip and shoulder.)</p>
<p>And do you know what she did?? She said she could relate! And then she pulled out her phone, and she said, &#8220;I have this chiropractor, his name is Dr. Bodnar. Let me give you his number.&#8221;</p>
<p>She assured me he was the best, and then she left. I never saw her before that day, and I never saw her afterwards.</p>
<p>I had only been to a chiropractor one other time, way back in 2005, when I was 8 months pregnant and also desperate for help with the hip.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I called the chiropractor. They got me in the very next day. Take that, physical therapy clinic! They were thorough. As my Granny, a fellow pain sufferer, once said, &#8220;They measured every bone in my body.&#8221; They also took x-rays.</p>
<p>One visit. One visit was all it took to fix the rib-cage thing. He just crunched my back, and bam! that rib went back to where it belonged. The truly fantabulous part is: It never came back!! Phew!</p>
<p>My neck was also repaired quickly. In only a few appointments, I could back up my car with a clear conscience. Wahoo!</p>
<p>Even the hip and shoulder tapered down to a manageable level. I was sold. I didn&#8217;t even bother to go back to the doctor who did the x-rays at my regular clinic. These chiropractor people were helping me, so I&#8217;d stick with them. No, my insurance didn&#8217;t pay for it, but I was breathing, walking, and sitting! Things were looking up!</p>
<p>They explained to me that my neck was straight rather than curved as it should be, and one side of my pelvis is higher than the other.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s when I also began to exercise. Dr. Bodnar gave me a few basic stretches and elbow planks to strengthen my core.</p>
<p>Y&#8217;all! When I began to do elbow planks in 2012, I couldn&#8217;t hold it for more than 3 seconds! It was so sad!! Now I can do 3 sets of 30 seconds a piece, in a row! I have come so far. At that time, the weak core explanation for my pain was something I could settle for. It was true back then. Not so, these days.</p>
<div id="attachment_6558" style="width: 437px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img data-recalc-dims="1" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6558" data-attachment-id="6558" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/07/my-battle-with-chronic-pain-part-ii-tendonitis-sacroiliac-pain-muscle-strain-whatever/dscf0680-2/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/DSCF0680.jpg?fit=1117%2C1332&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="1117,1332" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.9&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;FinePix XP50&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1351928512&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;5&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.033333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="DSCF0680" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="&lt;p&gt;The exercise phase. I never knew which days would randomly be  pain days for just walking or clear-to-run days.&lt;/p&gt;
" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/DSCF0680.jpg?fit=766%2C913&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/DSCF0680.jpg?fit=860%2C1026&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class=" wp-image-6558" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/DSCF0680.jpg?resize=427%2C509&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="chronic pain battle part II" width="427" height="509" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/DSCF0680.jpg?resize=839%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 839w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/DSCF0680.jpg?resize=768%2C916&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 768w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/DSCF0680.jpg?resize=1032%2C1231&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1032w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/DSCF0680.jpg?resize=300%2C358&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/DSCF0680.jpg?w=1117&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1117w" sizes="(max-width: 427px) 100vw, 427px" /><p id="caption-attachment-6558" class="wp-caption-text">The exercise phase.</p></div>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-size: 0.95em; line-height: 1.6em;">I lost 15 pounds. I ran. I swam. I was feeling great.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 0.95em; line-height: 1.6em;">&#8220;Hey! Let&#8217;s have another baby!&#8221; You know I love babies.</span></p>
<p>But the truth had sunk in by this point that my hip and shoulder were chronic. This is a pain I will be &#8220;managing&#8221; for the rest of my life. Sometimes, even with the chiropractic care, my hip would flare up for a few days and then calm back down. The shoulder is more of a steady pinch, but I mostly only notice it when I&#8217;m lying down or sitting.</p>
<p>I call it sciatica, a hip problem, or a rear end problem. I know it&#8217;s confusing. The thing is that when it&#8217;s flared up, it hurts to drive, sit, lay down, or climb stairs. When I touch my foot to the pedals of a car, it hurts in my rear end and lower back, just to the right of my spine and deep into my rear.</p>
<p>But then there&#8217;s another aspect beside the sacroiliac pain.  The hip joint itself is also angry, so if the flare up gets bad enough, I have trouble walking. Maybe it&#8217;s all part of the same thing, but that&#8217;s why I keep saying I don&#8217;t know what I have, I just know it hurts.</p>
<p>So I was careful about the fourth pregnancy. I faithfully visited Dr. Bodnar every other week. It was my healthiest pregnancy of all four. The pain still came and went, but no horror stories. It was super mild. The worst problem I had was pregnancy anemia and women in grocery stores asking me if I was sure I wasn&#8217;t having twins!</p>
<p>Rudest thing ever people. Just tell pregnant women, &#8220;You look great.&#8221;</p>
<div id="attachment_6565" style="width: 469px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img data-recalc-dims="1" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6565" data-attachment-id="6565" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/07/my-battle-with-chronic-pain-part-ii-tendonitis-sacroiliac-pain-muscle-strain-whatever/yoga/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/yoga.jpg?fit=716%2C960&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="716,960" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="yoga" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="&lt;p&gt;That pregnancy agreed with me. &lt;/p&gt;
" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/yoga.jpg?fit=681%2C913&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/yoga.jpg?fit=716%2C960&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class=" wp-image-6565" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/yoga.jpg?resize=459%2C616&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="That pregnancy agreed with me. " width="459" height="616" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/yoga.jpg?w=716&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 716w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/yoga.jpg?resize=300%2C402&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w" sizes="(max-width: 459px) 100vw, 459px" /><p id="caption-attachment-6565" class="wp-caption-text">That pregnancy agreed with me.</p></div>
<p>During that pregnancy, I also finally made it to a dermatologist for several things. I&#8217;m supposed to go every year, but I don&#8217;t. That was when I learned that I had psoriasis. Phew! What a relief! I was afraid that crazy nail was fungus or something, and oh the public disgrace! But no, just psoriasis. No biggie. I&#8217;d had the scalp and nose rash for as long as I could remember, but I&#8217;d never bothered to find out what it was. It&#8217;s not big or very noticeable, so I don&#8217;t worry about it.</p>
<p>From 2012 to Fall 2014, the shoulder and hip would wax and wane in intensity, but it mostly stayed mild and manageable. We moved across country, and I made it&#8211;all of that car riding!&#8211;with no problem. Those were two happy, fit years, even with the c-section thrown in. I was quick to recover. I worked hard to get my ab muscles back in tact, thanks to my Lindsey Brin fitness DVDs and my yoga instructor, Monica.</p>
<p>But then came the 2014 move. I was good the first few months, but as I began to home school the boys, I could not find time to exercise. Plus, I was so tense and stressed. My old pain came back knocking hard.</p>
<div id="attachment_6559" style="width: 538px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6559" data-attachment-id="6559" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/07/my-battle-with-chronic-pain-part-ii-tendonitis-sacroiliac-pain-muscle-strain-whatever/img_3900-2/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?fit=3456%2C3456&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3456,3456" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon PowerShot SX500 IS&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1403810385&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;74.186&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.003125&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_3900" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="&lt;p&gt;Such a beautiful place to move to! Who wouldn&#8217;t want to live on the coast of California?&lt;/p&gt;
" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?fit=859%2C859&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class=" wp-image-6559" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?resize=528%2C528&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="Such a beautiful place to move to! Who wouldn't want to live on the coast of California?" width="528" height="528" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?resize=1000%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?resize=100%2C100&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 100w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?resize=768%2C768&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 768w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?resize=1231%2C1231&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1231w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?resize=90%2C90&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 90w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?resize=75%2C75&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 75w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_3900.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 528px) 100vw, 528px" /><p id="caption-attachment-6559" class="wp-caption-text">Such a beautiful place to move to! Who wouldn&#8217;t want to live near the coast of California?</p></div>
<p>I found a local chiropractor. That helped. Then I went on Christmas vacation. I had a truly happy outlook. For some reason, that seems to make a difference. I had a fun time in Alabama, and when we came back I had my very first 4 completely pain-free months since 2011! I was ecstatic. I&#8217;d thought that ache was just part of me. But it disappeared for four whole months!! Wahooooooo!</p>
<p>While the shoulder ache and the hip pain evaporated, a new pain showed up around Fall 2014. Remember the white pinky nail I mentioned in Part I? Well, eventually every single fingernail, save one or two, went white and yellow and pink on me. Toward the tip, it gets super thick and looks like it&#8217;s separating from the nail bed. It&#8217;s embarrassing.</p>
<div id="attachment_6560" style="width: 429px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6560" data-attachment-id="6560" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/07/my-battle-with-chronic-pain-part-ii-tendonitis-sacroiliac-pain-muscle-strain-whatever/grody/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/grody.jpg?fit=809%2C455&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="809,455" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="grody" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="&lt;p&gt;fingernail psoriasis: a surprisingly obnoxious condition. This is also called  onycholosis.&lt;/p&gt;
" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/grody.jpg?fit=809%2C455&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/grody.jpg?fit=809%2C455&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class=" wp-image-6560" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/grody.jpg?resize=419%2C236&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="fingernail psoriasis: a surprisingly obnoxious condition. This is also called onycholosis." width="419" height="236" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/grody.jpg?w=809&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 809w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/grody.jpg?resize=768%2C432&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 768w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/grody.jpg?resize=300%2C169&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 419px) 100vw, 419px" /><p id="caption-attachment-6560" class="wp-caption-text">my fingernail psoriasis: a surprisingly obnoxious condition. This is also called onycholysis.</p></div>
<p>Also, it hurts. That was when I learned to wash my hair with only whatever one or two fingers was working properly. It wasn&#8217;t like the arthritis fingers, where they have swelling in their knuckles. It was just the tips of my fingers that hurt. I still have it in my thumb.</p>
<p>I learned to not even attempt buttons or jars. At least I could walk. Four whole months of no shoulder or hip pain! 2015 was off to a smashing start! I was happy. Home school was going better. I was finally making friends, and suddenly I had offers to make money blogging.</p>
<p>Life was looking up for April. I even began to tell myself that perhaps the shoulder and hip thing was truly over. I even took on a sponsored post with a personal trainer who put me on this Water Challenge that totally fixed most of my nails:</p>
<div id="attachment_6561" style="width: 378px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-6561" data-attachment-id="6561" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/07/my-battle-with-chronic-pain-part-ii-tendonitis-sacroiliac-pain-muscle-strain-whatever/better-nails/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/better-nails.jpg?fit=368%2C654&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="368,654" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="better nails" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="&lt;p&gt;Look at my happy, healthy thumb nail! Thank you, Coach Cox!&lt;/p&gt;
" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/better-nails.jpg?fit=368%2C654&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/better-nails.jpg?fit=368%2C654&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="size-full wp-image-6561" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/better-nails.jpg?resize=368%2C654&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="nail psoriasis" width="368" height="654" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/better-nails.jpg?w=368&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 368w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/better-nails.jpg?resize=300%2C533&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 368px) 100vw, 368px" /><p id="caption-attachment-6561" class="wp-caption-text">If you look closely, you can still see it in my index finger, but look at my happy, healthy thumb nail! All from drinking tons of water. Thank you, Coach Cox!</p></div>
<p>We&#8217;ll talk about Part III next time: The pain came back, and I finally met a health care professional who questioned my spine theory.</p>
<p><a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/05/my-chronic-pain-battle-fake-sciatica-tendonitis-muscle-strain-whatever/">Read Part I here.</a></p>
<p><a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2016/01/09/my-chronic-pain-battle-part-iii-the-cat-came-back-the-very-next-day/" target="_blank">Read Part III here.</a></p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>  What I look like, every single time, right after giving birth:  This was a few days after I had Caleb. I weighed about 170 pounds in this photo. And this is what I normally look like: That&#8217;s a 35 pound difference.  (After all, a few pounds actually DO belong to the baby.)   This is not my favorite topic:  weight loss.  I don&#8217;t like discussing it because it often makes us feel bad. Maybe it&#8217;s just me, but when [...]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg"> </a></p>
<div id="attachment_2834" style="width: 570px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-2834" data-attachment-id="2834" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2834/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?fit=1600%2C1200&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="1600,1200" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&lt;Digimax S500 \/ Kenox S500 \/ Digimax Cyber 530&gt;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1183212890&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;COPYRIGHT, 2006&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;10.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;192&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.022222222222222&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&lt;Digimax S500 \/ Kenox S500 \/ Digimax Cyber 530&gt;&quot;}" data-image-title="BEFORE" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="&lt;p&gt;BEFORE&lt;/p&gt;
" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?fit=300%2C225&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?fit=860%2C645&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="size-large wp-image-2834" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C420" alt="BEFORE" width="560" height="420" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?w=1600&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1600w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?resize=1024%2C768&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px" /></a><p id="caption-attachment-2834" class="wp-caption-text">BEFORE</p></div>
<p style="text-align: center;">What I look like, every single time, right after giving birth:  This was a few days after I had Caleb. I weighed about 170 pounds in this photo.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And this is what I normally look like:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2684" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2014/01/30/4-kids-easier-than-2-hmmm/cryingjdarlington/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?fit=2322%2C4128&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="2322,4128" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SCH-I545&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1395919950&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.2&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0083333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="cryingJDArlington" data-image-description="&lt;p&gt;Are 4 kids easier than 2?&lt;/p&gt;
" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?fit=168%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?fit=576%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-2684" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C995" alt="cryingJDArlington" width="560" height="995" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?w=2322&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2322w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?resize=168%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 168w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?resize=576%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 576w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">That&#8217;s a 35 pound difference.  (After all, a few pounds actually DO belong to the baby.)</p>
<p>  This is not my favorite topic:  weight loss.  I don&#8217;t like discussing it because it often makes us feel bad. Maybe it&#8217;s just me, but when I&#8217;m going through a heavy phase, hearing skinny people talking about their weight really gets on my nerves.  It can be a sensitive issue, and I like to make people happy, not sad, so I&#8217;m going to address this just this one time.  After this, you&#8217;ll read no more weight loss posts from me.</p>
<p>Being the vain person that I am, I do eventually always buckle down and get the baby weight OFF.  That may be easy and happen naturally for some of you.  If you gain 20 pounds, then what work do you have to do?  This post is for the women like me:  the ones that gain 40+ pounds no matter how hard we try to eat right and exercise.</p>
<p>I always feel like people come and visit me right after I&#8217;ve given birth, expecting to see me looking thin already.  Instead, they meet a chubbier version of April, that still looks pregnant, but the fact is that WEIGHT LOSS TAKES MONTHS, NOT DAYS.</p>
<p>When I&#8217;m pregnant, my body handles food and exercise completely differently.  It clings on to every bite I eat.  I have gained 55 pounds every single time, save this last time.  This time I gained 40ish.</p>
<p>By the time the baby is 9 months old, I almost always have it whittled off.  I can&#8217;t tell you how to get stick-skinny because I&#8217;m not stick-skinny, but I can definitely tell you how I lost 40-55 pounds.  ; )</p>
<p>Oh!  And you have to give the tummy circumference extra time.  After giving birth more than once, it may take you up to two years to get your middle shrunk back all the way, and you may always have a little extra skin.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>APRIL&#8217;S RULES FOR WEIGHT LOSS:</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">1.  <strong>Breastfeeding</strong>.  If you can, at least give it a try.  It takes a while to see results, but eventually you should.  I have friends that didn&#8217;t have to do anything more than breastfeed.  I have other friends that breastfeeding did not help at all with the weight loss.  It definitely helps me lose the weight faster because it burns so many calories.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">2.  <strong>DO NOT SIGN UP FOR A DIET PLAN</strong>.  Boooooooooo diets!!!  Don&#8217;t do it.  Crash diets do not work, and any weight you lose from the one month you&#8217;re able to stick to your crazy diet plan will just come back when you wake up and realize that that Nutrisystem food tastes disgusting.  (It does.  I&#8217;ve tasted it.)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">3.  <strong>DO make permanent changes in what you buy at the grocery store</strong>, and try to get your husband on board.  (That&#8217;s the tricky part.)  One year after having Daniel, I realized that I had actually gained a bunch of weight while my husband was in Afghanistan for 6 months.  This was not pregnancy weight.  This was sedentary lifestyle weight.  I knew I had to get it back in gear.  First I read this book:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">
<p style="text-align: left;">  She will drill into your head great fundamentals of eating right.  For me, it was a great reminder that I do not have to have dessert every day.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Then I made these dietary changes:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">a. I cut out soda.  (except for a treat once every couple of weeks)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">b. I stopped buying any junk food at all.  Not even Oreos.  Since that time, Alan has added back in buying ice cream (ugh).  I guess I need to get back on his case.  If it&#8217;s not in your kitchen, you can&#8217;t eat it.  It&#8217;s really that simple.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">c.  I replaced the junk food with these snacks:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-greek yogurt</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-yogurt covered raisins</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-popcorn  (Read the label.  It&#8217;s not bad.)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-almonds</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-100 calorie granola bars</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-blackberries</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-cheese</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-cheese and crackers</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-cereal</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Pssssst!  You know all those articles that tell you not to drink juice, etc.  Well, okay, fine, it&#8217;s worse than water, but it has HALF the sugar of soda.  Also, coffee is extremely beneficial to your health, and it fills you up too!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">4.  Oatmeal makes a great meal, any day, any time.  That wasn&#8217;t really a change, as I&#8217;ve always eaten oatmeal, but I just wanted to put that out there. ; )  It doesn&#8217;t have to be complicated and time consuming to be healthy.  These health magazines make it way too hard with all the complicated recipes with ingredients you&#8217;ve never heard of.  Instant oatmeal is just fine.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">5.  <strong>EXERCISE.  Every day!!!!   </strong>I&#8217;m not talking P90X or Insanity everyday.  That is not my style.  Who has time for that?  Not a mom of lots of little ones!  You work in exercise wherever you can.  Buy DVDs that are 30 minute programs, or sometimes I just cut the long ones off at 30 minutes.    Just make sure that at least once a week you&#8217;re doing some kind of strength training.  I also do stretching at least once/week to keep back pain away.  Ever since my yoga teacher moved, I am a wreck.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>WALKING IS GREAT EXERCISE!  </strong>Plus, it can give you alone time.  Whenever possible, as many days a week as Alan gets home before dark, I leave all the kids with Alan and hit the sidewalk for a 2 mile walk. Sanity time!  Remember!!  Jesus always went off alone to pray!  We should too!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In <strong>addition</strong> to that exercise, I walk my children home from school.  That adds in another mile, and when you add in pushing a double stroller, it is a significant work out.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">If you really want to torch calories fast, <strong>RUN, or attend a strength training class.</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">My most successful weight loss was not related to pregnancy at all.  It was after that Afghanistan tour, when Daniel, my 3rd son, was a toddler.  I actually got to the point of no chubby middle section because I worked out really, really hard every single day.  I was doing a whole lot of running, and a little bit of weight lifting.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I will have to get my anemia under control before I can work out like that again!  I&#8217;m too tired to even think about all that stuff.  Meanwhile, I&#8217;ve still lost 45 pounds just breastfeeding, walking, doing yoga, and not buying cookies or soda!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">6. DO NOT count calories.  Just eat somewhat healthy, and when you&#8217;re starting to feel full, you know, QUIT EATING.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">7.  Sleep! Sometimes you might just be getting a late snack to stay awake.  Instead, assert your will power, and go to bed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">8.  <strong>EAT EVERY THREE HOURS, </strong>and duh, don&#8217;t skip breakfast.  Eating every three hours keeps you from getting that starving feeling that makes you pig out.  It also boosts your metabolism. Snacks should be small but nutritionally helpful.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">9.  Oh yeah!  If you have a c-section OR even tearing from a natural birth, do NOT exercise until 6 weeks out.  Trust me.  I thought I could be all tough and carry around two babies at once, two weeks after giving birth, and there were busted stitches as a result.  Youch. You don&#8217;t want that. ALWAYS wait six weeks.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I wish I had more before/after pics to share, but I&#8217;m so vain that I always delete my &#8216;fat&#8217; pictures&#8230;. However, I do not delete pregnancy photos, so here are a few of those:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2836" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/baby1weight/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?fit=3000%2C750&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3000,750" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="baby1weight" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?fit=300%2C75&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?fit=860%2C215&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter wp-image-2836" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=668%2C167" alt="baby1weight" width="668" height="167" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=3000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?resize=300%2C75&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?resize=1024%2C256&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 668px) 100vw, 668px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2837" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/baby2weight/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?fit=3000%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3000,1000" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="baby2weight" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?fit=300%2C100&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?fit=860%2C286&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="wp-image-2837 alignnone" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=650%2C216" alt="baby2weight" width="650" height="216" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=3000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?resize=300%2C100&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?resize=1024%2C341&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 650px) 100vw, 650px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2838" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/baby3weight/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?fit=3250%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3250,1000" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="baby3weight" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?fit=300%2C92&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?fit=860%2C265&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter wp-image-2838" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=713%2C219" alt="baby3weight" width="713" height="219" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=3250&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3250w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?resize=300%2C92&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?resize=1024%2C315&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 713px) 100vw, 713px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/082e7-20130605_120727.jpg?w=300&#038;h=400&#038;fit=300%2C400&#038;resize=300%2C400" alt="" width="300" height="400" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">See, I&#8217;m not one of those thin pregnant women&#8230;.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As you can see, I never really posed for any &#8216;before&#8217; or &#8216;after&#8217; pictures, because the weight loss was always so gradual.  That&#8217;s the kind of change that lasts.  <strong>It doesn&#8217;t have to be complicated to live a healthy lifestyle</strong>.  Just get moving, and skip the non-nutritive foods at the grocery store!</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>***Too Excited to Sleep*** I have the worse pre-birth jitters ever!!! This is so crazy and ridiculous, but for about a week now I have been too excited to go to sleep at night!! I&#8217;ve been having to take naps when Dan does in order to finish out my day, but then when it&#8217;s time to go to bed, forget it.  I&#8217;m not uncomfortable.  I&#8217;m not one of these that makes constant trips to the facilities. I just lie there [...]</p>
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<p>I have the worse pre-birth jitters ever!!! This is so crazy and ridiculous, but for about a week now I have been too excited to go to sleep at night!!</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve been having to take naps when Dan does in order to finish out my day, but then when it&#8217;s time to go to bed, forget it.  I&#8217;m not uncomfortable.  I&#8217;m not one of these that makes constant trips to the facilities.</p>
<h4>I just lie there and think about:</h4>
<p>&#8211; &#8220;What will we do if I go into labor early?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8211;&#8220;What will we do if something is wrong with the baby?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8220;What all do I need to do before the baby comes?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8212;-&#8220;Do I have everything I need for the baby?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8211;&#8220;Will Daniel be okay going on vacation without me?&#8221;  (of course, he will)</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8211;&#8220;What will we do if I go into labor before my parents get here?  Who will keep Daniel overnight?  How stressed out will that make Daniel?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8220;What if I get sick yet again?  I&#8217;m so tired of being sick.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8212;-&#8220;What fun activities can Joshua and Caleb do this summer besides VBS?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8211;&#8220;When will I be fully capable of taking care of all of my children again, after the baby comes?&#8221;</p>
<h4>&#8230;..Does it seem like I focus too much on Daniel?</h4>
<p>It&#8217;s just that the older two are big enough to understand what&#8217;s going on better, and I&#8217;m afraid Daniel will feel scared and alone without me.</p>
<p>Toddlers and babies need their mommies in a way that is hard to explain, you know?  I have been &#8220;the world&#8221; to all of them.  I&#8217;m still really important to Joshua and Caleb, and you&#8217;re never too old to need your mother.  Yet at the same time, one of the points of parenthood is to raise children to not <em>need</em> you desperately forever, so the older the child, the more time away from Mommy they can handle.</p>
<p>Caleb is five, and he is still highly attached, which I honestly rather enjoy.  I do.  I shamelessly love the attention.  He&#8217;s precious, and even Caleb needs me less and less with each year.  I can see it.</p>
<p>At our old church, Caleb wouldn&#8217;t go to his own Sunday school class.  He preferred to go with me to my class.  When we started at our new church, he no longer had that problem, but went willingly into his Sunday school class alone.</p>
<p>That was a battle I didn&#8217;t feel was needful to fight.  He wanted to be with his mom at church.  Well, why shouldn&#8217;t he be with me at church?  To this day, he insists on going to &#8220;big church&#8221; with us.  It drives us crazy sometimes b/c he can be SO WIGGLY, but really he isn&#8217;t bothering anyone, and he can learn about God just as well with us as he can with other littles.</p>
<h4>I&#8217;ve noticed a change with school too.</h4>
<p>Caleb started full time kindergarten this year.  In the beginning of the school year, he constantly asked me to come eat lunch with him at school, which I did quite often.  It made him so happy to share that with me.  It&#8217;s been months now since he&#8217;s asked me to do that.  He doesn&#8217;t even hug me before he walks in at the beginning of the day unless I insist!</p>
<p>Every morning I faithfully walk both boys to school, while I push Daniel in his stroller.  We live exactly 1/2 mile, from our house to the drop-off area.   Sometimes they run ahead of me into school, but Joshua ALWAYS stops short of going inside, until I have caught up and given him his morning hug.  Little Caleb just plunges right into the building, leaving me in the dust.  I&#8217;m so thankful Joshua waits!!!</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alan tried to get the boys to do push-ups with him before church this morning.  Joshua gave it a shot, but Caleb was less enthusiastic.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  I think the boys have had a lot of fun this weekend.  Right now they are out on the boat with Daddy, all except Daniel.  He&#8217;s upstairs sleeping.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   They have also enjoyed getting in lots of trampoline time and ball time.  Joshua was delighted to discover that he can kick his big blue bouncy ball all the way up onto the roof&#8230;&#8230;.which he did over and over and over again.</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: center;">By the way, I&#8217;m a house.:</h4>
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<div style="text-align: center;">35 1/2 weeks!</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and notice the arrival of the &#8220;sway back&#8221; of pregnancy as well.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Only THREE weeks left!  I can&#8217;t stop thinking about it!!  I&#8217;m not in as big a hurry as I usually am though.  All I can think about is all the stuff I want to get done before the big birthday!</div>
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<h4> Actual quotes from people I run into:</h4>
<p>little girl at church last week:  &#8220;Why are you so fat?&#8221;</p>
<p>That wouldn&#8217;t have annoyed me so much, if her mother had at least apologized or told the child, &#8220;No, no she&#8217;s not fat.  She has a baby in her belly, or <em>something.&#8221;</em>  Instead, she pretty much just stood there.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s okay though.  My friends here have all been so sweet and supportive.  There&#8217;s not a single person I have to avoid.</p>
<p>For my last pregnancy there was this cashier at Sonny&#8217;s, a restaurant that Nonna and I liked to frequent, who was so obnoxious in her remarks and facial expressions about my size that I used to live in dread of seeing her.  And yet I kept on eating there!  I mean how many places can you find fried green tomatoes on the buffet!?</p>
<h4 style="text-align: center;">**One last Update**</h4>
<p>I shared recently that we have read <a href="https://amzn.to/2AdKxIf"><u>Shepherding a Child&#8217;s Heart. </u></a>  Awesome book.  One thing the author teaches is the importance of  making sure your children know Ephesians 6:1-3.  We&#8217;ve taught that to our children before, but I felt it was time for REVIEW!</p>
<p>I have been making them say it to me once every single day this week.</p>
<p><strong>Don&#8217;t be a doubter.</strong>  It has made a HUGE difference.  You should hear Joshua saying &#8220;Yes ma&#8217;am&#8221; and &#8220;yes sir.&#8221;  (Of course, he also, for reasons unknown to me, is hoping this will help him get more allowance&#8230;.????  That wasn&#8217;t in the book&#8230;.)  His attitude has been SO MUCH better though.</p>
<h4>The book reiterates the importance of only using consequences for disobedience, not for childish behavior that just gets on your nerves.</h4>
<p>I thought this was a great point.</p>
<p>He mentions that the point of good parenting is not to have kids that become self-righteous because they can keep all the rules or kids that act quiet in public, making all the onlookers happy.  The point is to have obedient children of good character who know WHY they are being obedient and have a desire to please God, not just people.</p>
<blockquote><p>Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.  <strong><sup>2 </sup></strong>“Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise— <strong><sup>3 </sup></strong>“so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.   Ephesians 6:1-3</p></blockquote>
<p>I’m off to take a NAP!  That&#8217;s one reason God made Sundays!!</p>
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		<title>MisAdventures at 32 Weeks Pregnant &#8230;..Embarrassments and Getting Stuck in a Window</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#160; What. a. morning. Before I tell you this, you must first envision me 32 weeks pregnant.  Okay, it looks a little like this: and that was actually a couple of weeks ago&#8230;. So each day is something of a work out anyway, but this morning was&#8230;&#8230;..especially special&#8230;. 1st the walk to school was a little rough due to constant false labor contractions.  Don&#8217;t worry, they don&#8217;t really hurt, and once I quit walking they were gone. It was &#8220;walk [...]</p>
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<p>What. a. morning.</p>
<p>Before I tell you this, you must first envision me 32 weeks pregnant.  Okay, it looks a little like this:</p>
<p><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="9177" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2013/05/01/what-a-day-we-are-having/ccf55-dscn0153-3/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/ccf55-dscn0153.jpg?fit=480%2C640&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="480,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="What an unbelievable day we had! Hilarious pregnant-lady-stuck-in window story" data-image-description="&lt;p&gt;What an unbelievable day we had! Hilarious pregnant-lady-stuck-in window story&lt;/p&gt;
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<p>and that was actually a couple of weeks ago&#8230;.</p>
<p>So each day is something of a work out anyway, but this morning was&#8230;&#8230;..especially <em>special</em>&#8230;.</p>
<p>1st the walk to school was a little rough due to constant false labor contractions.  Don&#8217;t worry, they don&#8217;t really hurt, and once I quit walking they were gone.</p>
<p>It was &#8220;walk to school&#8221; day, which I had forgotten about since we walk to school everyday, but we came in on the tail end of it and joined the parade of walking school children.  They take a different route than we do, going by a very busy highway.</p>
<p>There was one minor scare/embarrassment when I heard my kindergartener, Caleb, being told to get back on the sidewalk.  I thought he was right beside me, but I turned around to realize he&#8217;d been darting around in the grass, by the aforementioned busy highway (don&#8217;t worry we never go that way normally), picking dandelions&#8230;&#8230;gotta love a public bad parenting moment like that.</p>
<p>Then I walked all the way back home, pushing 2-year-old Daniel in his stroller and discovered I&#8217;d locked myself out of the house.  My cell phone was also nicely locked up.</p>
<p>No lectures, please, Dad.</p>
<p>&#8230;&#8230;.So&#8230;&#8230;first, Dan and I sat in the backyard and cried together.  Dan cried, &#8220;Daddy, daddy, daddy.&#8221;  But unfortunately, there was no daddy around.</p>
<p>My mind ran through all my options.  Finally I decided the quickest fix, perhaps not the easiest, was to simply break in.  I might have locked the door, but I knew of a window that I had left cracked (the weather was nice this morning).</p>
<p>&#8230;..yep.  That was my plan, fit myself through a SMALL window, 8 months pregnant, and this part of the house is slightly elevated.  It&#8217;s a first floor window, but it&#8217;s a high one, as in over my head.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Daniel and I went into the storage room, and of course, the ladder was in the very back corner of the very full storage room.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>And of course, storage rooms freak me out, as you never know what wildlife may be lurking in there!</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>It took me about 5 minutes to very carefully climb into the window.  There was a lot at stake, so I knew I could not misstep and hurt myself, the baby, and possibly even Daniel.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I actually fit into that window more easily than I expected to, <strong>but there was a moment where I was afraid the ladder would fall over, and </strong><strong>there I was with one leg in the window and one leg out&#8230;  When you&#8217;re 8 months pregnant, you don&#8217;t climb into a window belly down.  </strong></p>
<p><strong> </strong>You have to go legs first, belly up.</p>
<p>Daniel was cool as a cucumber about that part, watching me climb into the window.  I had explained to him that I&#8217;d go around to the side door and let him in too.</p>
<p>You can&#8217;t imagine how excited I was when it actually worked!!  I heaved myself through that window, jumped onto the floor, ran to the side door, and there was Dan, waiting for me.</p>
<p>Please no email or phone call lectures about how dangerous I am.  All turned out fine.</p>
<p>Anyway, it may not sound like much, but to Daniel and me it was quite the victory, a serious adrenaline rush, and I won&#8217;t soon forget it, let me tell ya!</p>
<p>Finally inside my house, I took care of Daniel&#8217;s needs, rested a bit, and headed out the door to my fitness class.</p>
<p>I was dragging a little at my class this morning, but I still put in enough effort to get a good sweat in.</p>
<p>Daniel pooped in his pants during the class, so I took care of that&#8230;..</p>
<p>I came home feeling like finally sitting down, so I served lunch to Daniel and me.  Daniel finished quickly and moved on to the dining room table to color.  Lulled into a false sense of security, I leisurely enjoyed my oatmeal.  Now you probably think you know where this is going, but hang with me.</p>
<p>I finished my food, and proceeded to the dining room to take my sweet toddler and lay him down for a nap.  (Then I would be &#8220;free at last&#8221;).</p>
<p>What I saw instead was Daniel, happily pouring an entire, very full, bottle of syrup all over the dining room table&#8230;..</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I&#8217;ll spare you the details, but an hour and twenty minutes later, and all people here having showered, I am finally sitting down.</p>
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		<title>Pregnancy Brain and Bump Comments</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Pregnancy Brain: It is true that your brain cells compress during pregnancy.  They straighten back out a few months after delivery.  I kid you not.  Google it. &#160; Anyway, I had a pregnancy brain incident yesterday.  At the usual time to get the boys I shook myself from my nap, woke Daniel up from his nap, and set off, a little late, to pick the boys up from school. &#160; Once I arrived at the walker&#8217;s pick-up area, I was [...]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Pregnancy Brain:</strong></p>
<p>It is true that your brain cells compress during pregnancy.  They straighten back out a few months after delivery.  I kid you not.  Google it.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Anyway, I had a pregnancy brain incident yesterday.  At the usual time to get the boys I shook myself from my nap, woke Daniel up from his nap, and set off, a little late, to pick the boys up from school.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Once I arrived at the walker&#8217;s pick-up area, I was quite dismayed to discover that my children were nowhere to be seen.  I checked and double checked.  I puzzled in my head, &#8220;Where in the world are Joshua and Caleb?&#8221;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Then I had to stop and ask myself what day of the week it was, as it gradually dawned on me that the boys had the same after school activity on that day as they have been having for over a month now.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>So, after having walked the 1/2 mile to school, pushing Daniel, I walked the 1/4 to the park and let Daniel play there while I chatted with my friends for an hour before I walked back to the school to finally get the boys.  Phew!!</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Bump Comments:</strong></p>
<p>I hope ya&#8217;ll don&#8217;t get tired of these.  You just really wouldn&#8217;t believe how many bump comments I get daily, and mostly it doesn&#8217;t bother me at all.  I just think it&#8217;s humorous.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Every once in a while it&#8217;s actually reassuring.  Yesterday I was told that I was glowing, so of course I was okay with that.  : )</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>And best of all, the office manager, Karen, at my chiropractor&#8217;s office also has a grandchild due in June.    I asked her, &#8220;Karen, is your daughter starting to feel really really pregnant?&#8221;  (Because I certainly am!  The difference in the last two weeks is substantial).</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Karen said, &#8220;Oh yes.  She is ready to have this baby.&#8221;  And that made me feel so much better!</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Then she pulled out her phone and showed me a picture, and guess what.  Her daughter has a nice, round belly too.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I got that same feeling that I got when I met another 7 month pregnant woman at my glucose test.  I can&#8217;t describe it.  It&#8217;s just like a feeling of great relief that you&#8217;re not the only one out there, you really are completely normal, and there is someone that can relate to you.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Often, one is fortunate enough to have a pregnant friend in a similar place as you.  But I only have one pregnant friend, and her due date is about 4 months or so after mine.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Pregnant buddies with similar due dates can form an amazing bond.  I miss that!  With Joshua I had Corinne and Erin and Janira.  With Caleb I had Misty.  With Daniel I had Laura and Claire.</p>
<p>Oh well.</p>
<p>Boat pics to come soon!  Maybe tomorrow after school we&#8217;ll get to take it out for a spin!</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Today Alan went with me to my ob/gyn appointment.  All is set for a June 19th c-section.  My doctor was able to look it up and tell me which doctor would be doing my surgery, and we set up my next appointment with him so that I can meet him before the delivery.  He has the longest service record of any soldier serving in the Army.  JD will be delivered by the man who cuts the Army birthday cake each [...]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today Alan went with me to my ob/gyn appointment.  All is set for a June 19th c-section.  My doctor was able to look it up and tell me which doctor would be doing my surgery, and we set up my next appointment with him so that I can meet him before the delivery.  <strong>He has the longest service record of any soldier serving in the Army</strong>.  JD will be delivered by the man who cuts the Army birthday cake each year at the Pentagon. My doctor said that if she were to have a c-section, this is who she would want to do it, so that made me feel pretty good!<br />
I told Dr. Asato how people are constantly fussing over the large size of my belly.  She shook her head and said, &#8220;<strong>The only thing anyone should ever say to a pregnant woman is, &#8216;You look great.&#8221;  I so agree!</strong>  She said I looked normal for 31 weeks to her, and I measured exactly 31 cm, right on schedule.<br />
This doc and my mid-wife have both said, each time that we discuss it, that most any doctor would recommend a c-section for me since I had the TWO third- degree lacerations, due to shoulder dystocia. I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;m dealing with some understanding docs.  Perhaps it helps that they&#8217;re women.</p>
<p>So I got to thinking, &#8220;Why do the nurses and doctors panic so when they realize my babies are stuck at the shoulders?&#8221;  And of course, I googled it:</p>
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<div style="text-align: left;">For those of you who may have trouble reading the blurry words on the above picture, it describes the dangers of this phenomenon, where the shoulder is impacted behind the pubic symphysis.  This is what happened with both Joshua and Caleb, but to a greater extreme, Caleb.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Dangers:  Entrapment of cord (also happened with Caleb), inability of child&#8217;s chest to expand properly, and severe brain damage or death if child is not delivered within minutes.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">All of our family on both sides have been supportive of my decision to do a c-section, but in case anyone was wondering why, I think that explains it pretty well!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">This puts the baby at great risk for brain damage and death.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Caleb was actually  born purple and not breathing. Thankfully, my doctor was able to quickly revive him. There were lasting effects, though.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8230;..So if all goes as planned this will be my very FIRST non-emergency delivery, with no running medical staff, no flashing red lights, no general sense of panic, you get the idea.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Editor&#8217;s note: Great news! John David was born with no complications whatsoever. <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2013/06/22/the-story-of-john-david/">You can read his birth story here.</a></div>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#160; 29 weeks and 2 days in this photo.  It literally looks like someone stuffed a soccer ball under my shirt. Week 29-30 was not too good to me.  Our whole family got this horrible cold, and I have coughed SO HARD that I have actually hurt one of my ribs.  I just hold my thumb over the offended spot whenever I have to cough. &#160; Caleb has now had it for two weeks and the so-called doctor (I think [...]</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">29 weeks and 2 days in this photo.  It literally looks like someone stuffed a soccer ball under my shirt.</div>
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<p>Week 29-30 was not too good to me.  Our whole family got this horrible cold, and I have coughed SO HARD that I have actually hurt one of my ribs.  I just hold my thumb over the offended spot whenever I have to cough.</p>
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<p>Caleb has now had it for two weeks and the so-called doctor (I think she was a very unsympathetic Physician&#8217;s Assistant) at the health clinic would do nothing for him.  She thought it was allergies.</p>
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<p>Allergies, ha!  I&#8217;ve had allergies my whole life.  I think I know the difference.</p>
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<p>According to several articles I&#8217;ve read there ARE things you can take during the 3rd trimester for sickness like this, so you can believe I&#8217;ve been taking them.</p>
<p>Yesterday was Teacher Work Day, so I had all three boys all day with me.  It wasn&#8217;t bad.  It was nice not to have to get everyone ready for school.  I took all three, while Alan was at work, to a mini-golf place.  This place has two full courses of mini golf.</p>
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<p>We did both, all 36 holes!  It probably took us all of 30 minutes.  Joshua and Caleb are FAST golfers!  I don&#8217;t make them wait for one to finish before the other starts.  That keeps things moving, so there is zero time spent standing around waiting!</p>
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<p>I am happy to report we played 36 holes and ate lunch at their restaurant and managed to escape free of incident.  Granted, Daniel did throw his putter into the water twice, but I managed to fish it out.</p>
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<p>Of course, he also threw his ball in the water on the very first hole, so we just kissed it good-bye.  He hit my ball off and on until he finally threw it into the water too around the 20th hole.  Not too shabby for us!</p>
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<p>Last night Alan had me get a babysitter and we had a little date.  It was only slightly hard to enjoy, with us both constantly coughing and blowing our noses and in general just struggling for air.  Ha!!</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, we treated ourselves to Pina Colada smoothies at Burger King.  That may not sound like much, but you would be surprised!  Those things are delicious!</p>
<p>I looked up the nutrition info, but allow me to defend myself on one part:  This was my dinner.  We drank them in the car and then took a long walk downtown, amongst all the beautiful blooming trees.  Alan had planned to take me to Outback (our favorite restaurant), but I had asked to do this instead.  Okay, so I had the Large Smoothie.  Check out the nutrition info:</p>
<p><strong>Calories</strong></p>
<p>670</p>
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<p><strong>Protein</strong></p>
<p>6g</p>
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<p><strong>Carbohydrates</strong></p>
<p>138g</p>
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<p><strong>Sugar</strong></p>
<p>127g</p>
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<p><strong>Fat</strong></p>
<p>9g</p>
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<p><strong>Saturated Fat</strong></p>
<p>3g</p>
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<p><strong>Trans Fat</strong></p>
<p>0g</p>
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<p><strong>Cholesterol</strong></p>
<p>0mg</p>
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<p><strong>Sodium</strong></p>
<p>320mg</p>
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<p><strong>Allergens: </strong>Milk</p>
<p>&#8230;..That would definitely not be diabetic friendly!!</p>
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<td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first two children got sliced, peeled apples.  By the time the 3rd child arrives, you just hand them an apple.      : )  Actually, I do peel it first to make it easier on his little bitty teeth, and he loves to eat an apple this way.</td>
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<p>Hope everyone has a great week.</p>
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