<?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-1073107564256678</id><updated>2012-01-17T18:04:49.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Jolene and Derrin's journey has now turned into Jacob's journey. Jacob was born July 19th 2009, 3 weeks early. He's an amazing little guy who has brought so much to out live. I hope you enjoy learning all about him.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-8746140663876627310</id><published>2010-06-15T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:39:06.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day and Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TBeq0E4QgcI/AAAAAAAAADM/X5m7k6VgEGg/s1600/Happy+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483038882986492354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TBeq0E4QgcI/AAAAAAAAADM/X5m7k6VgEGg/s400/Happy+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a wonderful first Mother's day (yes I know I am about a month late)&lt;br /&gt;The three of us went to the Padre's vs Astro's game in Houston. It was so fun having my little man there. Thankfully the Padre's won or I would have been a cranky Momma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TBepkVBjeZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3JNtqaSxXWk/s1600/field1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TBeqt91boFI/AAAAAAAAADE/3A3OImpeDv4/s1600/Field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483038778016374866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TBeqt91boFI/AAAAAAAAADE/3A3OImpeDv4/s400/Field.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Derrin made egg and dairy free pancakes with bacon. Oh my goodness they were fantastic. I ate to much for sure, but it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TBepUy4ElgI/AAAAAAAAACs/Bbposh_n6Z8/s1600/field1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TBeqjgo8UEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lmEkj7k_yWQ/s1600/field1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483038598380671042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TBeqjgo8UEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lmEkj7k_yWQ/s400/field1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished off the day with Derrin making his famous ribs. These are the best ribs I have ever eaten. Kinda of scarey how almost my whole weekend was centered around food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to take Jacob to more games. Maybe this will be our thing since his dad could careless about baseball. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-8746140663876627310?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8746140663876627310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/mothers-day-and-baseball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/8746140663876627310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/8746140663876627310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/mothers-day-and-baseball.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day and Baseball'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TBeq0E4QgcI/AAAAAAAAADM/X5m7k6VgEGg/s72-c/Happy+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-7642815914901856301</id><published>2010-06-08T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:45:47.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonders of a dog door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5lMHeBovI/AAAAAAAAABo/8tWAt13nBTs/s1600/dog+door2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480429055394292466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5lMHeBovI/AAAAAAAAABo/8tWAt13nBTs/s200/dog+door2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Sautrday morning was spent watching Jacob play in the dog door. He is coming very close to going all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spends most of his mornings watching the dogs go in and out of the door and I think he thinks it's a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of these mornings he's going to end up outside on the patio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5k5x_qMMI/AAAAAAAAABg/QKZP92oCh7o/s1600/dog+door1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480428740392136898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5k5x_qMMI/AAAAAAAAABg/QKZP92oCh7o/s200/dog+door1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-7642815914901856301?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7642815914901856301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/wonders-of-dog-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/7642815914901856301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/7642815914901856301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/wonders-of-dog-door.html' title='The Wonders of a dog door'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5lMHeBovI/AAAAAAAAABo/8tWAt13nBTs/s72-c/dog+door2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-8657895473860051727</id><published>2010-03-22T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:57:04.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcom to Jacob's Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/S6e9CAA64pI/AAAAAAAAABY/bB8yf6GtQdM/s1600-h/100_3059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451533716016521874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/S6e9CAA64pI/AAAAAAAAABY/bB8yf6GtQdM/s320/100_3059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/S6eW65l0rmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rGKQ9Vnj-nM/s1600-h/jacob+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451491812591316578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/S6eW65l0rmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rGKQ9Vnj-nM/s320/jacob+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to share about this little guy, I just don't know where to start. He is truely a happy baby. He sleeps great, eats great, and loves to be held. We are working on him being more independent. The walker has really helped with that. He can chase Derrin and me and the dogs around the house. He thinks the dogs are amazing. They love him him purely for the food he drops. Starting out his 8th month Jacob seems more interested in standing/trying to walk than he does crawling, even though he get's into the "crawl" position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep checking back... as soon as I capture a cute moment I will post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-8657895473860051727?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8657895473860051727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcom-to-jacobs-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/8657895473860051727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/8657895473860051727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcom-to-jacobs-journey.html' title='Welcom to Jacob&apos;s Journey'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/S6e9CAA64pI/AAAAAAAAABY/bB8yf6GtQdM/s72-c/100_3059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-3324104958351507148</id><published>2009-03-16T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:03:47.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sb6iQfnRXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/gTcYRKRZEho/s1600-h/baby"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313863014591585586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sb6iQfnRXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/gTcYRKRZEho/s320/baby%27s+room2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sb6iMXLz-KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/C_LclzGDnQU/s1600-h/baby"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313862943609452706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sb6iMXLz-KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/C_LclzGDnQU/s320/baby%27s+room1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sb6iJqjOIlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HvbxTBP66_E/s1600-h/Baby"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313862897268302418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sb6iJqjOIlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HvbxTBP66_E/s320/Baby%27s+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to give credit where credit is due. The nursery is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt; and Grandpa Woods (my parent's). Aunt Sandra purchased the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chandelier&lt;/span&gt; over the crib and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Derrin&lt;/span&gt; and Doug tirelessly installed the light. Over Christmas Doug and Lani worked for three days straight, painting walls, trim, installing the chair rail, new light fixtures, and hanging all the shelves. We have gone with a simple yellow and green Pooh Bear theme. This will tie in great with the fact that we are not finding out the sex. No Pink or Blue here :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doug and Lani came out again at the end of February and Lani and I purchased the valances and the pooh bear painting for the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's on to registering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-3324104958351507148?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3324104958351507148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/babys-room.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/3324104958351507148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/3324104958351507148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/babys-room.html' title='Baby&apos;s room'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sb6iQfnRXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/gTcYRKRZEho/s72-c/baby%27s+room2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-6395664073774784539</id><published>2009-03-04T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:12:23.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month 5 here we come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sa6l0Ad9FqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ivCWEOjGnLU/s1600-h/562088583406_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309363323613812386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sa6l0Ad9FqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ivCWEOjGnLU/s320/562088583406_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm rounding the corner on month 5. And I finally get to say I have a belly. It's just enough for me to start sharing. I go today to hear the heart beat again. At our last check up the HB was 154. So for all of you out there who think you can tell boy or girl, this little one is right in the middle. We are still holding strong on not finding out the sex. Sorry Amy :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here' s my belly so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todays check up has the hb @ 147, and in the same spot that has been jabbing me all morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-6395664073774784539?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6395664073774784539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/month-5-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/6395664073774784539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/6395664073774784539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/month-5-here-we-come.html' title='Month 5 here we come...'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/Sa6l0Ad9FqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ivCWEOjGnLU/s72-c/562088583406_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-2815762382631753091</id><published>2009-02-04T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:07:16.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Trimester - Wooo Hooo</title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm finally there, 14 weeks and I feel amazing. Now don't get me wrong I still get a bit tired, but then again, I am working 10 hour days. I was reading the other night about what is happening now and how the baby is developing. It's all pretty amazing, what true a miracle this is. The best part about all of this is my drive. If I want to do something I do it. I don't have to muster up the energy to do something. As a matter of fact I have cleaned my house, done the laundry, washed the dogs, made dinner (almost every night of the week), hosted a Super Bowl party and took care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Derrin&lt;/span&gt;. And that was just one weekend. And then there is the belly. Some day soon I will post a picture of my belly. I am still getting used to it so that will have to wait. So these next 13 weeks I get to look forward to my belly growing, great energy, feeling the baby move and sharing that with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Derrin&lt;/span&gt; and preparing for the 3rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trimester&lt;/span&gt; which lands me right into summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-2815762382631753091?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2815762382631753091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-trimester-wooo-hooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/2815762382631753091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/2815762382631753091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-trimester-wooo-hooo.html' title='2nd Trimester - Wooo Hooo'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-8839662245406734480</id><published>2009-01-28T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:26:32.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation for Baby... Or is it</title><content type='html'>My wonderful, loving husband had knee surgery on the 23rd, and for the most part it's been rather uneventful. However, I have been given the chance to do it all. Work, cook, clean, take care of the dogs, and take care of him. He is actually a good patient, a bit needy though. But as I clime into bed I lay there wondering if this is what it's going to be like with a little one around. I'm sure it will be different (a bit) but I'm not sure how much. I am blessed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Derrin&lt;/span&gt; normally takes care of the dogs. But with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Derrin&lt;/span&gt; non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; bearing for 6 weeks, my mornings and nights have really changed. Instead of my nice 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; in the am to get up, get ready, eat and get in the care. It now takes me and hour and a half. Are you kidding me!!! Getting me, the house and him ready in the morning takes for ever. I'm glad I have simplified my routine. Then I get home, get him more ice, clean up, make dinner, clean up again, change the laundry, put laundry away. And maybe get to sit for about an hour (not all at once though).  However, last night, I was in no mood to cook or clean, so we went to dinner (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a whole other story :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; the time we got home it was 615, 28 degrees (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; cold for TX) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sleeting&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't help my self I got on the couch, with both the dogs, and fell asleep. It was a great nap. I needed it. But I'm guessing with a little one around, naps like that aren't easy to come by.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how our lives are going to change. What a strange new world we are getting ready to enter into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-8839662245406734480?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8839662245406734480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparation-for-baby-or-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/8839662245406734480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/8839662245406734480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparation-for-baby-or-is-it.html' title='Preparation for Baby... Or is it'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-2244082180349737714</id><published>2009-01-21T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:22:33.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flutter or Fantasy</title><content type='html'>After a very long night of cooking, cleaning, walking the dogs and listening to Derrin fight with the computer I finally decided it was time to get in bed. It was about 10 pm, my normal time, but tonight I was really tired. This was a new tired to me, tired from actually doing instead of just being tired. As I get into bed and find that right position, I relax. As I am laying there I feel something "flutter" inside. Well having never been through this before I am not sure that what I felt was the baby or well something else :0)&lt;br /&gt;I laid there for another minute or so wanting for it to come back, but nothing. I told Derrin about it and he of course thinks it was just my tummy talking to me; we had Lasagna last night, yummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;So I put my eye mask on and went to sleep. As any current mother will understand, sleeping and being pregnant don't really go hand in hand. Apparently this is preparing you for the rest of your life of sleepless nights. So at 315 am I get up, go to the Lou, and get back into bed. As I lay back down again and relax, there was that flutter again.&lt;br /&gt;My feeling is that even though I may be a bit early to feel this, I do believe I did. My mom has always said I was very in tune to my body. I think this is one of those times were it will pay off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-2244082180349737714?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2244082180349737714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/flutter-or-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/2244082180349737714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/2244082180349737714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/flutter-or-fantasy.html' title='Flutter or Fantasy'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-5074553821989615947</id><published>2009-01-19T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:43:07.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks and counting. But missing my sypmtoms. Is that weird?</title><content type='html'>I am finally at point were I feel good, so why do I miss my symptoms? I had a great weekend this weekend. I cleaned, I shopped, I went over to friends to play poker, and I didn't die. It was great. My appetite is back and I have energy, but I feel lost with out my pregnancy symptoms.&lt;br /&gt; What is great is my energy. I get to walk the dogs at night for 40 min and still have energy when I get home. It's like me again, but with weight gain instead of loss.&lt;br /&gt;I do however get nervous that something must be wrong. I would really like to relax. I have my next sono on the 5th of Feb were I get to see the little one then. Maybe once I get that sono I will relax for a day or two, then on to worrying for another 3 weeks until my next sono.&lt;br /&gt;You know the best part about being this far along, is the stupidity. I'm told it doesn’t' go away and only gets worse. That can't be. I forget simple words and phrases. I try to talk and it comes out gibberish, making no sense at all. It's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-5074553821989615947?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5074553821989615947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/12-weeks-and-counting-but-missing-my.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/5074553821989615947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/5074553821989615947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/12-weeks-and-counting-but-missing-my.html' title='12 weeks and counting. But missing my sypmtoms. Is that weird?'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073107564256678.post-4030750031896053485</id><published>2009-01-19T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:04:20.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our journey to conceive and making it through the 1st trimester</title><content type='html'>Our journey started about 3 years ago, trying to figure out why my cycles were off. After many months and a few to many drugs later, my OB felt that there was nothing more she could do and suggested we go see Texas Fertility Clinic. We met with Dr. Vaughn in Sept 07.&lt;br /&gt;This was a tough year to start. My parents moved out of my childhood home, my grandmother was very ill and eventually passed away, and I was faced with a chance to try and conceive a baby. After a few more months of tests and new drugs, and an IUI we became pregnant on Nov 16. We were both so excited, this was what we were waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;But after 7 weeks our little one left us. I was devastated to say the least. We waited a few months to get life back in order before trying again. We had 2 more IUI's that didn't work. At this point it was April 08 and I was sure I needed a break. To much pain to deal with. I took the next 6 months to exercise, loose weight, eat right and get my heart back in the right place.&lt;br /&gt; September rolled around and I felt we could give it a chance; another IUI and another negative, ugh. October, I did 5 days of Clomid and Dr. Vaughn told me there we nothing; no eggs, no lining, nothing, and that we should try injectables.  11 days on injectables and we were anticipating doing IVF, but the ultrasound showed one large, strong egg. We did IUI on Nov 9th and by Nov 22 I hadn't started my cycle. I went and got my blood drawn and we were pregnant again. But the happiness shortly turned into fear. "What if this baby didn't make it like the last"? "Will I be able to be strong"? I got my blood drawn week after week and by the 5th week they were happy. We scheduled my first US to see the Heartbeat. It was a Thursday, @ 330. Why I made it for such a late appointment I will never know. As I lay there on the bed anxiously waiting I feared the worst. My heart was pounding as Dr. Vaughn walked into the room. We went to look for the little one, and there is was, heart beat and all. I cried... Just laid there and cried. Happy tears. I got to take home pictures of our little one and put them on the fridge. It was amazing. We scheduled on more visit for 9 weeks, after that I would go to my OB for future check ups. At 9 weeks the baby was doing great, strong and moving a ton. I was sad to leave Dr. Vaughn but it's a good feeling to be graduating to an OB. I saw Dr. Mingea on Jan 8 for my 10-11 week us. This was a big physical too. I will spare you all the details :0) I saw our little one again, this time there was legs, arms, a HUGE head and tiny little body. So here I am 11w5d, ready to get to the 2nd trimester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1073107564256678-4030750031896053485?l=joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4030750031896053485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-journey-to-conceive-and-making-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/4030750031896053485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1073107564256678/posts/default/4030750031896053485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneandderrinsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-journey-to-conceive-and-making-it.html' title='Our journey to conceive and making it through the 1st trimester'/><author><name>Jolene Shriner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11119676784659642894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKpZIox8Gco/TA5mPu-IbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rmpyJRBEZc/S220/Padres+Game.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
