<?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-5753141858849495510</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:44:20.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254966122056192542</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753141858849495510.post-5894648228322217173</id><published>2008-05-31T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:22:13.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I was a mom...</title><content type='html'>I had a visit from a good friend of mine the other day and she was telling me about all of the things that she has been doing lately, this friend is not married and has no children by the way and as she was talking I really started thinking. What in the world did I talk about before I became a mom? I havent the slightest clue. I can definitely tell you all of the things I never would have talked about or done before my son was born. I never would have thought to come up with a cute little name for boogers and I certainly never would have picked any out of anyones nose. I never would have hung out with a friend and discussed baby poop. I never would have cried over a toothless little smile but that is now a frequent thing in my house. It just melts my heart. I never would have let somebody throw up all over me and be totally ok with it. I never would have thought twice about going to dinner or a movie with my husband and I know that I never called him daddy before I had the baby. I would have cared more if somebody walked in and my boob was not covered. My choice of driving music was never baby einstein although I do kinda like it. I never paid attention to the things I ate but now I have to. I never would have spent an hour trying to convince my dad that pregnancy brain is a real condition. Its so crazy to sit and think about this stuff. I feel like a completely different person sometimes and while I love the new me and adore being a mom, its just strange to think that I used to be able to just run into the store without unloading a car seat and stroller and a diaper bag and a blanket if its cold. Holy cow, I thought life was crazy before I gave birth but I was wrong. I guess the fact that its all a new kind of fun really makes up for the craziness. Anybody who reads this and has kids, really take a minute to think of one thing that you never would have done before you had your baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753141858849495510-5894648228322217173?l=annamarienance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/feeds/5894648228322217173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753141858849495510&amp;postID=5894648228322217173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/5894648228322217173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/5894648228322217173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-i-was-mom.html' title='Before I was a mom...'/><author><name>Anna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254966122056192542</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753141858849495510.post-467332336434256466</id><published>2008-04-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:21:34.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20hUxMupHD8/SAob-jIo-nI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qqmGWhHrPxs/s1600-h/Braden+Screaming.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190992281895238258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20hUxMupHD8/SAob-jIo-nI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qqmGWhHrPxs/s320/Braden+Screaming.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Braden finally started smiling about two weeks ago. I'm not talking about the cute little smiles that babies do when they are sleeping but the big open mouthed smiles that you get when you say good morning or make silly noises. Its the most amazing feeling when it happens, I started to cry. I havent been able to get a picture of it yet, every time I try he starts to scream. He hates the camera. I even try to surprise him but he always knows that the camera is there even when he cant see it. He is a very smart little boy. So anyways, every time he smiles I still try to get a picture but no luck. I now have about a million pictures of my son screaming his head off. People are going to think that is all he does which isnt true but you would never be able to tell he does anything else if you look at an album. I guess its a good thing I think his screaming face is precious too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753141858849495510-467332336434256466?l=annamarienance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/feeds/467332336434256466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753141858849495510&amp;postID=467332336434256466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/467332336434256466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/467332336434256466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-smiles.html' title='Baby Smiles'/><author><name>Anna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254966122056192542</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20hUxMupHD8/SAob-jIo-nI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qqmGWhHrPxs/s72-c/Braden+Screaming.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753141858849495510.post-5438820731297527898</id><published>2008-04-10T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:59:35.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All that work and he doesnt even look like me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20hUxMupHD8/R_5Vfr-aBuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAp30I6-LVk/s1600-h/braden+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187677823646172898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20hUxMupHD8/R_5Vfr-aBuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAp30I6-LVk/s320/braden+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that perfect little boy that I waited for so patiently finally made his arrival on the 3rd of march. I dont really remember much of that night but I do remember looking at my new little son and thinking that he was just beautiful but that I was really tired and he was mine so I could look at him some more later. I was just a little out of it. The next morning when the nurse brought him in to see me, I almost started to cry because I had missed the whole first night of his life. I had made sure to tell the doctors that I wanted to hold him as soon as possible after he was born but due to my heart condition, I wasnt able to right away. Anyways, I sat in the hospital holding this tiny little baby and loving every minute of it. I loved the fact that he was mine to hold forever if I wanted to. I was looking at my beautiful baby when I realized that aside from his little nose and his hair color, he is the spitting image of his daddy. Its like I had nothing to do with the creation of my son. All the months of waiting and being sick and waiting and he looks like his daddy. All I have to say is its a very good thing that I happen to be madly in love with my husband. I guess its ok though because I get to stay home with him every day and I get all of the snuggly time. I guess its all fair in the end but the next one better look a little like me or I may go on strike. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753141858849495510-5438820731297527898?l=annamarienance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/feeds/5438820731297527898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753141858849495510&amp;postID=5438820731297527898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/5438820731297527898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/5438820731297527898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-that-work-and-he-doesnt-even-look_10.html' title='All that work and he doesnt even look like me!'/><author><name>Anna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254966122056192542</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20hUxMupHD8/R_5Vfr-aBuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAp30I6-LVk/s72-c/braden+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753141858849495510.post-2075362320162345496</id><published>2008-04-10T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:56:05.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20hUxMupHD8/R_5UqL-aBtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-bAM4pLfAlM/s1600-h/braden+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187676904523171538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20hUxMupHD8/R_5UqL-aBtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-bAM4pLfAlM/s320/braden+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going through all of my pictures from the hospital trying to see if there are any really good ones that I could frame or get rid of. Its not like I was looking my best, in fact I was looking a little rough and any mother knows exactly what I'm talking about. I wanted a family picture and I found one that just cracks me up. It is the first family picture that we have and it was taken by the anesthesiologist. I guess he forgot that I was really out of it and on top of that, he had just given me a very large dose of morphine. I dont remember this moment at all but thank goodness I have this wonderful picture. I think I am going to frame it just because it makes me laugh. You gotta love hospital pictures, i mean the whole experience of having a child just wouldnt be the same without them. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753141858849495510-2075362320162345496?l=annamarienance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/feeds/2075362320162345496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753141858849495510&amp;postID=2075362320162345496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/2075362320162345496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/2075362320162345496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/2008/04/hospital-pictures_10.html' title='Hospital Pictures'/><author><name>Anna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254966122056192542</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20hUxMupHD8/R_5UqL-aBtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-bAM4pLfAlM/s72-c/braden+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753141858849495510.post-4267577905313559493</id><published>2008-01-26T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:36:28.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too pregnant for this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So, I'm sitting at home today just like I do every day and all I can think about is how much my husband and I have going on in the next month or so and how incredibly pregnant I feel. My husband has a birthday coming up next saturday and since he's turning 30, I want it to be a great party. My husband is such a kid and has decided that he needs a batman themed birthday party. This will be his first birthday in a really long time that he has celebrated while he's sober. I am so proud of him so when he asked for a batman party, how could I say no. After that, I have to start packing. We are moving to a new house march 1st. It will be our sons first home and so we are both excited. The problem is that my husband has no time off, ever. He works full time and on his two days off he goes to school all day long. I am going to be packing up our apartment all by my onesie, hence the reason I am starting the packing at the beginning of february. Once we move, we will have about three days to get everything ready and then its baby time. I cant wait to meet my son, mostly because I just love him so much already and a little because he's killing my ribs and internal organs. :)Anyways, I just dont know where I am going to dig up the energy to get everything done. I know that it will all be worth it once I see my baby for the first time but seriously, a whole month to go. Pray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753141858849495510-4267577905313559493?l=annamarienance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/feeds/4267577905313559493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5753141858849495510&amp;postID=4267577905313559493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/4267577905313559493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753141858849495510/posts/default/4267577905313559493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamarienance.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-im-sitting-at-home-today-just-like-i.html' title='I&apos;m too pregnant for this!'/><author><name>Anna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254966122056192542</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
