tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62466921890494810442023-11-16T06:57:28.276-05:00Das ColesWe love Auburn, our friends and our pupsters, Patton and Pace. Traveling is our favorite, and cooking is our passion. Meet: The Coles.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246692189049481044.post-41782954183695207692013-10-22T04:14:00.003-04:002013-10-22T04:14:50.873-04:00Digital Birth Story
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When I was pregnant and preparing for birth, I found that on days I was overwhelmed with worry the only thing to make me almost crave the experience was viewing photos/videos of other natural home birth experiences. It showed me how positive and safe these deliveries could be and that I could do it.<div>
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Matt and I always wanted to document our birth experience, but financially were not able to go with a professional photog. However, two days before (yes TWO) our babe was born, a photographer contacted us asking if she could shoot for us as she needed a home birth/water birth for her portfolio. </div>
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Jennifer was amazing! She did such a fantastic job, and I never knew she was there. Her thank you to us for allowing her to shoot were the photos. I shared some of them in the previous post, but this video really documents our experience the best one possibly could in five minutes. </div>
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While there is a tiny bit of nudity in the video, it is not graphic. There is beauty in all forms of the human body, after all. It is important that I post this to share with others that a safe, enjoyable, and natural birth experience is possible. This is coming from a girl that cries every time (yes, EVERY time) she gets a paper cut. I feel it is important to open the dialogue on this issue and present the beauty of nature.</div>
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And with that, click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCgcY4ssA8Y">HERE</a> to view the birth of Jude Barrett in film...</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246692189049481044.post-48641668374232690482013-09-27T02:36:00.000-04:002013-09-27T02:36:43.451-04:00He's here!
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Our baby boy finally arrived!<div>
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Jude Barrett Cole was born on 2 September (Labor Day!) at 7:35 am. The big guy weighed in at 4.36 kg and 55 cm long. WOAH. Don't even get me started on that fat head! The boy is precious, and we are so in love.</div>
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The last few weeks have been very "sink or swim", with us mostly treading water. Shout out to Matthew, the most amazing husband/father/friend in the entire world for keeping our ship afloat. I had a bit of a rough recovery, so Matt was Mr. Mom for the first two weeks. Not only was he my rock during labor, but I don't know how we would have gotten on without him in the first weeks. He continues to amaze me with his dedication to our little family even as he's gone back to work. He truly loves his son.</div>
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Many people have asked me for our birth story. Please forgive any grammatical errors as we are working on very little sleep around here :)</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It all
started in the early morning of September 1<sup>st</sup>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Matt was watching the first Auburn game of
the season in the living room where I had been camping out for a couple of
weeks due to sleep issues in our bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
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</span>Not really knowing their significance, but also not able to fall back
asleep, I woke up and finished the game with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tigers won <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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After the game, around 4:35 am, we
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house, and rearranged our furniture while I got snacks ready for the birthing
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decided to call Tara later as things progressed as we were laboring together
quite well, but we honestly didn’t know what to expect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Around noon, Alexa showed up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We hadn’t called her to come, but she had a
“feeling” and decided to stop by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are
so glad she did, because things were picking up and we didn’t realize I was
able to get in the pool already - a very welcome discovery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Matt started filling up the pool, and Alexa
got busy adding boiling water from the stove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We called Tara and told her to head our way around 2:00 pm, and asked
our birth photographer, Jennifer, to come a half hour later.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By two, the pool was warm enough,
and I hobbled in around the time Tara and Jennifer showed up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot express how amazing it felt!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Weight was lifted and surges were so much easier
to handle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would camp out in the pool
for the next five or so hours, breaking in between for trips to the
restroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I was in the pool I talked
with Jennifer and Matt about what was going on around the world, to know what
the headlines would be when Jude was born (I still thought he was going to be
born this day!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember us talking
about Diana Nyad attempting to swim from Havana to Key West for the fifth
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mentioned something about
jellyfish stopping her before, and muttered more than once “damn jellies.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would later make it to Florida, the very
day Jude was born, and exclaim, “Never give up!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What a perfect headline for my baby boy’s
birthday. <o:p></o:p></div>
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On one trip back to the pool from
the restroom a gorgeous photo was taken of Matt applying pressure to my lower
back as I leaned over the tub; one of my favorite photos of the labor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know what I would have done without
my love…<o:p></o:p></div>
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I believe it was around 7:00 pm or
so that Alexa and Tara suggested I get out of the pool and rest on the couch
for a few hours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reluctant, though
exhausted, Matt helped me to the couch to catch some shuteye in between
surges.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With every waking surge, Matt
held my hand, never leaving my side.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was midnight or so that I moved
to the restroom, unable to catch any more rest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Matt came with me, of course, and I labored there for two or three hours
straight by candlelight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By three I felt
pressure and told Matt I needed to get in the pool ASAP.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alexa, Tara, and even Jennifer got on it
right away, and within the half hour I was back in the tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is where things became intense.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I began to feel extreme pressure in
my lower back and bottom, and it felt like the baby was going to exit the wrong
way, if you know what I mean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried
different positions in the pool, most of the time holding onto the side while
kneeling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Very shortly I felt the urge
to push, still not feeling pressure up front.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I always thought I would be silent during this process, but nature took
over and I complimented every push with a primal scream, which got louder with
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t so much I was pushing at
this point, but more like surrendering to my body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My water bag hadn’t broken yet, and Alexa
came to me and asked me to visualize it popping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She asked Matt and I to speak to my body and
say, “Water bag break”, which is something we said with every “push” for an
hour and a half or so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Matt said this
was very difficult for him because he saw me in such a process for so long, and
wanted to see obvious progress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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And so, for what seemed forever, we
prayed to my water bag to break.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
surges became more and more intense, with three back-to-back and short breaks
between.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I began to feel pressure in the
front, and with one large surge, I felt a pop between my legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My bag broke!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Matt said he cried with relief, and I knew the time was growing
closer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I saw the sun begin to rise
again and thought, “Damn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s been more
than a day!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I didn’t lose my focus,
and grew more and more focused on the task at hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tara reminded me about our birthing
playlist, composed of songs we wanted the baby to hear first, including a song
for a boy or a girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This playlist would
go on for the next two hours or so, but I thought we were minutes away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kept looking at Tara, exhausted, asking,
“This is progress?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would smile,
sometimes tear up, and remind me “yes!” and that we were almost there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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And then the pressure in the front
came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was one of the most
challenging parts for me, and I remember coming back to the pool from a
restroom break, feeling as if a brick were about to drop out of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve never felt so heavy!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I pushed and pushed, and then pushed some
more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jude’s heart rate was stellar the
entire time, never dropping below 120.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’m certain this is why were able to stay at home and not transfer,
along with the bag breaking late.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally, the head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alexa said, “go to your baby”, and I thought,
"There is no way I can feel his head."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I could!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That beautiful squishy little noggin (who am I kidding, it was LARGE)
was just about to make its way out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This
gave me solace that we surely were almost there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took Matt’s hand to feel and he couldn’t
believe it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A series of pushes later, he
was closer!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His head would go out, then
come back in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was necessary to
prevent tearing, but I felt it went on longer than I would have liked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So frustrating!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alexa kept whispering, “Brittany, go to your
baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Show it the way.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So of course I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I prayed to the baby to come into the world;
we were ready!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was in a near sitting
position grabbing Matt’s hands and pulling to provide resistance with each push
when I felt the head finally leave my body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This was exhilarating and painful at the same time – my baby was almost
out!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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His head was out for some time, and
Alexa asked me to stand up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The gravity
was excruciating yet necessary, and finally Jude was minutes from our
world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had one series of pushes in
which I used every muscle in my body to push, and he was one shoulder in, one
out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alexa likes babies to be born
without her assistance, but she helped him out and all of the sudden I felt him
slide away, into the water and her hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was 7:35 am on September 2<sup>nd</sup>, 2013, and I was finally a
mother!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I instinctively reached behind
to grab my baby and move him to my chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The cord was too short, so I lifted up my leg and we passed him
through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one even thought to check if
he was a boy or a girl – we were just elated to have a baby!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sat in the water and brought him to my chest,
as warm towels appeared to cover his precious body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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He was perfect.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Matt and I stared in
disbelief.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cried, then laughed, and
looked at Matt to find him in tears.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This was the first time I had noticed him crying, and I couldn’t stop
smiling!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We finally looked and saw a
penis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A BOY!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were thrilled!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kissed him and kissed him and welcome him
the world exclaiming, “Happy birthday, Jude!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And then we heard his song in the background some minutes later –
“Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Within a couple of minutes I wanted
to transfer to the sofa to deliver the placenta and go ahead and nurse as Jude
was trying to crawl to my breast, but the cord kept him short.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I laid down, my baby on my breast, as Alexa
asked Matt to stimulate so I could deliver the placenta.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is something I would have never thought
my husband would do, but he didn’t skip a beat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Within minutes, the placenta was born and Jude latched.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was too busy staring at Jude to notice how
busy Alexa, Tara, and Matt were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
bleeding, apparently 1.5 liters escaped, and they were trying to stop it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alexa quickly cut a couple of pieces of my
placenta and put them in my mouth as Matt grabbed the frozen condoms from the
freezer made just for this purpose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
then ran to make me a smoothie as voices told me to swallow the placenta,
something that was difficult for me to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Hands appeared with lifesavers that were shoved into my mouth, followed
by Gatorade, and finally a delicious smoothie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>All the while Alexa had prepared the Pitocin while I was trying to
figure out what was going on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just
stared at Jude, then at Matt who looked more shocked than anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked Tara, “Is everything OK?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She kept her resolve, and promised me “yes”,
though I think she, too, was a bit nervous.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But it worked, just as promised,
before Pitocin had to be administered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The bleeding stopped, and though I was weak, I was fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alexa asked if I wanted to transfer to the
hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked what they would do and
if she thought it was necessary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
said they would give me an IV and monitor me for a few days, but she could do
the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t want to transfer, and
I trusted her judgment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I truly felt I
would be taken better care of at home, not having to deal with the trauma of a
transfer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just kept thinking, “They’ll
take my baby away” and I didn’t want anyone touching my son.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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I was stable, but weak, and Alexa
suggested I hand over Jude to Matt and get some rest while she monitored
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I handed my son to his father, who
instinctively grabbed his sweatshirt and swaddled his baby tight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was out, exhausted from a nearly 30-hour
labor and blood loss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I was never
afraid – I received better care at home than I ever would have at a hospital.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Alexa stayed with us until nearly
dinnertime, and checked on us again around 9:00 pm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Matt and I were so high on life, and lost in
our son’s eyes, that we stayed up and talked, calling family and friends, when
we should have been asleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing
could bring us down from the most amazing day of our lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Our big boy. While Alexa was working on me, he was handed to Matt. Instinctively, Matt grabbed his Auburn sweatshirt and swaddled our naked babe. The beauty of a home birth...</div>
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It's a boy! First - and only - time I've ever seen my love cry.</div>
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Freshly swaddled Jude in Papa's arms.</div>
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Working through a surge in the final moments.</div>
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Stopped in my tracks by a surge. Matt was always there to help.</div>
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Welp, here we are. Nearing the end, and a big ass belly to show for it. And a big ass, for that matter. I laugh thinking about the days even just a couple of months ago where I thought I was "fat". Oh girl, you had no idea.<br />
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The last month I have swollen up real nice and become ripe for the picking. At least it means baby bug is on its way, right? I literally yearn for the day I can get back in the gym, and work outs don't consist of walking up and down the stairs with the laundry basket along with a walk around the neighborhood. </div>
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It's funny how your body completely changes in pregnancy. Sometimes you are in completely awe at what it can do, sometimes you feel betrayed and confused. Yes, it's a magical time. I've never felt so feminine and strong in my entire life. There is nothing like knowing you are all a little human needs to thrive. But I've also never felt so helpless (cue Matt having to help me up from squats, the production it takes to get out of bed, the sickness if you don't eat every few hours). And it's all for a wrinkly little being, whom I've yet to formally meet.</div>
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These past couple of weeks Matt and I have focused on each other. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life! He's always saying something to make me feel better, when he's not pressuring me to move this process along. Right, babe, because I'm in control.</div>
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We've eaten Indian food a total of six times in the last fourteen or so days, though I wish the number were much higher. We joked last night that this child may come out answering to Sanjay and culturally confused. </div>
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I've consumed two boxes of raspberry tea, and Matt asks me every day if I've had a cup. Yes, dear, I've had three. Do you seriously think you're the only one that wants to free this active little bug of its amniotic hell?</div>
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And then there are the walks. I've enjoyed them the most. In the mornings we take Patton and Pace on every expanding walks, something we all weren't able to do between 30 and 37 weeks, as I had quite a few Braxton Hicks' and decided to take it easy. They love this time together more than we do! It brings us such joy to watch them run through the freshly cut wheat fields, slobbering and occasionally finding just enough sheep shit in which to roll around. Fantastic mutts.</div>
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Last night we decided to go on a walk under cloudy skies. In Germany, it's almost always a little bit cloudy, and not exclusively accompanied by rain. And if it does rain, it's typically a sprinkle. Oh no, not last night. We misjudged the weather (I always blame Matt by default) and ended up in a pretty significant rainstorm. These were big, fat, COLD drops followed by cutting wind. And here we are, speed walking trying to out "run" the rain. We found shelter beneath a bus stop for fifteen minutes, only to be whipped enough by the wind to give up and walk home in the pouring rain. I would have given anything to have seen us. Here Matt is, able to run home if he'd like, leisurely walking the speed of his VERY pregnant wife, grunting and giving it all she could to make it up a very modest incline. At one point he had to stop and tie his shoe, remarking, "Shit! Don't stop! Save yourself!" I nearly peed my pants. </div>
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On our rain-free walks, we spend time talking about what we think the baby will look like, what characteristics, physical and otherwise, it will gain from each of us. I'm convinced this babe is Matt's twin. We went to an ultrasound for funsies a couple of weeks ago and got a great shot of the face. I'm pretty sure it has Matt's nose and my lips, though ultrasounds aren't particularly known for their precision. We do know, however, that this boo has some pretty long (and STRONG!) legs. S/he also weighs in at over seven pounds, something that just astounds me. I thought we'd have a six pound baby, at most. </div>
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The ultrasound was just spectacular and the doctor was amazed by how big (because we're hobbits?) and active the baby was. And did I say strong? She suggested we may have a future footballer on our hands; we smiled and agreed. I think s/he'll be a dancer, too ;)</div>
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The regimen has continued as far as weekly visits with Alexa, and I've increased my chiropractor visits to once a week. Yesterday, Dr. White (chiropractor) suggested my body is up to something (labor?!) because there were very little adjustments. She also gave me her cell phone number (I'M A CELEBRITY!!!) with instructions to call while if I needed anything while in labor. Seriously?! I would have cried if I weren't grinning from ear to ear like a moron. My exact words: "So, you'd come to my house? In the middle of the night?" Oh yes, she said. And bring a few little tools and do whatever she could to help ease discomfort. Is this normal???!</div>
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I absolutely LOVE the standard of care that we've been provided with here. I truly don't think we could have it just anywhere. Matt and I always remark about how lucky we are to have such fantastic providers. A chiropractor, midwife, and doula that answer our every call. It's too good to be true! So let me brag on Alexa and Tara for a minute...</div>
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Tara, our midwife, has been a soul sister to me during this time. She's like a sister figure who answers all my calls and texts, regardless of the time. Oh yes, she texted me back at four in the morning once. Granted, she was up nursing, but still. She is always someone to talk to when I'm nervous or feeling less than enthusiastic, the greatest cheerleader I could ask for (I shall elaborate on this post-birth), a teacher, a mentor, and a nonjudgemental friend. She has given us so many nappies and taught us all about cloth diapering. She's even made us a few nappie covers and is giving us pre-folds!!! An angel, indeed.</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>39 weeks</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>Oh yes. They have made themselves known in the last week. And yes, I've been doing everything right. I oil up three times a day after dry brushing, drink plenty of water, and have a pretty good diet considering some of my recent cravings which I eat in moderation. Stretch marks happen, and I'm beginning to accept that. There is really no alternative to my body holding a seven pound + baby...</div>
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<b>Sleeping? </b>Eh. I wake up every half hour to pee, and then I'm usually up by five. I use that time to snack (usually a banana and glass of soy milk) and peruse the Washington Post, NY Times, and a couple of favorite blogs. I'll usually fall back asleep around 6:30 for a couple of hours.</div>
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<b>Cravings? </b>BBQ kettle chips, Indian food, and sweet tea. It is what it is. </div>
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<b>Aversions?</b> Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh, Bill O'Reilly, Eric Cantor, Rand Paul. But that's not new...</div>
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<b>Other symptoms? </b>Nesting. Matt and I have been detoxifying the home (he's been quite the trooper in this endeavor), cleaning, purging, and getting ready for baby. I've also had dreams about going into labor, along with strange dreams, in general. A couple of weeks ago my dreams were dominated by tsunamis and tidal waves, something completely normal if you know the meaning. These dreams mean that you feel overwhelmed or are dealing with a very new experience. Completely normal, in my book. Also, there was a dream that the baby was pushing its face and feet up against my belly and I could see every toe and facial feature. Not as freaky as you'd think, and I'm pretty sure it was about preparing for this baby to make its grand entrance. And then there was the dream that Harrison Ford was my professor (Indiana Jones??) and gave me two thousand dollars for handing out papers. I don't even think Carl Jung could sort that one out. Oddly enough, the next night <i>Raiders of the Lost Ark</i> was on. That was quite the pleasant surprise :)</div>
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<b>Best moment of the week?</b> Getting stuck in the rain with the love of my life. It's one of those memories we'll never forget.</div>
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Well, here we are. The first tiny step of our incredible journey to parenthood is nearly complete. FULL TERM! <br />
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There are many perks to reaching this point: Not worrying about a preterm baby, knowing the time really is almost here, and cherishing every little moment, knowing the baby you feel within will soon be in your arms. Also fantastic? Being able to say "Any day now!" when people ask how long, and not being offended when they offer it up first. </div>
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This is such an exciting time, knowing our lives are about to change forever. I find myself loving on the pups more than usual, wishing they could climb in bed with me and never leave my side. They will be great fur siblings, I just hope they know we're not trying to replace them, just add to the love train that is the Cole Family. </div>
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<b>How far along? </b>37 weeks</div>
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<b>Sleeping? </b>Yes, but not the kind of sleep I'm used to getting, ha! I typically fall asleep around eleven and wake up every hour, sometimes every thirty minutes. Getting comfortable is difficult, but I'm used to it.</div>
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<b>Cravings? </b>Speculoos! We had to pick some up over the weekend. It's definitely the most unhealthy craving I've had during pregnancy. I also crave watermelon, pickles, a dish we make called creamy kale pasta, coconut anything, Indian food, chocolate milk and mango varieties of Snapple. Yeah, I could eat aloo gobi for every meal...</div>
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<b>Aversions? </b>Most foods. I'm feeling more like I did in the first trimester where most everything seems unappealing. It is incredibly frustrating because I want to eat healthy for my bug, but the thought of nearly anything besides my cravings sounds revolting. </div>
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<b>Other symptoms? </b>Since the baby dropped, there has been more pressure on my pelvis, which is not too comfortable. I also pee every half hour - not exaggerating. I've also been having CRAZY dreams!!! Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and all I want in the entire world is Big Mac or hot fudge sundae. Or both! I dream about fast food and things I would never normally want to eat, and then wake up with a voracious appetite. This is usually when I turn to Matt and kindly ask if he could bring me a glass of chocolate milk, and all is well with the world. </div>
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<b>Best moment of the week?</b> Hitting full term! I now know if I went into labor, we could get down to business at home. We also met with Alexa yesterday and she said Nugget looks great and seems to be seven pounds - WOAH! The size of this child is insane to me. S/he isn't even born yet and is already three pounds bigger than I was at birth! Looks like Nug is going to take after Papa :)</div>
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Matt and I are like any expectant parents. We have spent the last few months planning and anticipating our child's arrival, making sure everything is in place, discussing names, and making decisions on how we plan to go about this whole parenting thing. There are the obvious decisions like breastfeeding versus formula, which car seat is best, and how to prepare our fur babies for their new brother or sister.<br />
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But for Matt and me, there were other decisions that had to be made. For example, we decided to forgo a nursery and instead co-sleep. Co-sleeping is when your child(ren) sleep in the family bed instead of away in a crib or separate room. In most countries around the world, co-sleeping is the norm, as families don't understand abandoning a baby after months of being a literal part of its mother. It also significantly reduces the risk of SIDS when practiced properly (in Japan, a co-sleeping country, SIDS isn't even known of by the majority of people). </div>
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We also decided to include baby wearing, or the attachment of the baby to a parent or caregiver at all possible times, as part of our early parenting. Again, practiced in much of the world, baby wearing allows for parents to bring their baby along to slowly acclimate to the world in which it is born. After being inside its mother for months, many believe it is in the child's (and mother's/father's) best interest to create that bond that is so easily thrown aside in the Western world. I must say, I am beyond excited to put this into practice, as Matt and I feel we have mastered the Moby; at least, the kangaroo hold :)</div>
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Matt recently brought up the issue of vaccines, so we have spent time debating/researching that, as well. There is an excellent book that is completely free of bias and extremely informative called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Vaccine-Book-Decision-Parenting/dp/0316180521">The Vaccine Book</a> by one of the pediatricians of the Sears family (LOVE them!). </div>
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Then there other bits. Should we raise the child vegan like Mama or pescetarian/pescatarian like Papa? Pacifier or thumb? Parent or child-led weaning? To circumcise or not? How do we explain the differences in Mommy and Daddy's spirituality, or lack there of? These are decisions I feel many parents must discuss in preparing for baby.</div>
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But there was one decision that Matt and I actually decided upon before we were even married that has received the most criticism. Years ago Matt and I watched an incredible documentary called <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DgLf8hHMgo">The Business of Being Born</a>. It sparked our interest in natural and home birth versus conventional hospital deliveries, and we, as we are known to do, began research. Between the two of us we've read ten books on the subject matter, many of which were completed before conception. It became clear to us after reading these books, along with separate data searches, that we would be interested in a natural delivery. No, not just a vaginal delivery. The event must be free of medical interventions, so long as Mom and baby were healthy, to include no epidural, pitocin, forceps, the like. The only way we could ensure we'd have a provider on the same page as us would be to deliver at home. </div>
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Again, before even conceiving, we interviewed doulas (birth assistants) and midwives (professionals who offer care to women during pregnancy, during delivery, as well as after birth). We found the most amazing women to assist in this journey, and have learned so much from them in the last seven or so months.</div>
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But sadly, though we've put in the hard work and dedicated ourselves to providing the best care for our child, there has been criticism. We typically don't discuss our birth plan unless asked, but upon questions of whether we are delivering at the American or German hospital, it eventually comes out. Matt and I are then met with looks of disbelief, many of which are coupled with a sense of irresponsibility on our part when the people before us, judging, have not done as much as read an article on home births. And so, we are often backed into a corner, feeling compelled to spout off statistics and time after time end with "Everyone has a different journey" or "What's best for us may not be best for you". </div>
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The hardest part is when those who are supposed to support you the most call your well thought out and years-in-the-making plan "ridiculous" and "irresponsible". As if on a whim we decided to be "different as always". </div>
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So Matt and I shut down. I went through a period where I was not so much confused by our decision, which I knew was best, but confused by the lack of understanding and doubt in our competence. </div>
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Matt, as always, reassured me we are doing what's best. As I get nervous about the big day, a completely normal reaction to ANY birth experience, he tells me how proud he is that I am willing to bypass the drugs which bring welcome relief for a birth that is safest for our child - his child. Sometimes I can just swear the man is an angel. </div>
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And so I grew up. Just like that. My attitude turned from one of a crushed damsel to a strong ass woman with resolve. Matt is right - we am doing what's best for our child. I would never put our child in danger, and I, we, trust our providers. We have armed ourselves with knowledge, knowing also that sometimes medical interventions are necessary, and we are completely open to that. But that's not likely to be the case. </div>
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Overnight I became a Mama Bear even more connected with my body and soul and disconnected with anyone/thing associated with negativity. I decided to no longer feel ashamed of the incredibly responsible and thoughtful decision I, along with my partner, the father of my child, have made. </div>
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After all, in our experience, those who have passed judgement don't even know what a midwife is/does. So if you don't know, don't judge. Simple.</div>
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But don't go getting the impression we're angry. Yes, that emotion surfaced, but it also got it's ass kicked during our journey to enlightenment. We are so blessed to have had such a healthy pregnancy. I know we've tried to do everything we possibly can to ensure our baby remain healthy. More than ever, I eat to fuel my body and my baby. I've seen a chiropractor since 14 weeks who has significantly reduced the impact pregnancy can have on one's body. She has even assisted in preparing my hips/pelvis/sacrum, something I have definitely noticed (as Matt says, "your hips don't lie"). And what she has done to reduce round ligament pain - the woman is a miracle worker! I have also been blessed enough to schedule the occasional massage to help with tight muscles, as well as a reiki session to balance mine and the baby's energy. Yoga has also been a godsend, along with swimming. In my opinion, one should do everything they possibly can to prepare for this time.</div>
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Now we have passed into a phase of elation for the event that is to come. Not only are Matt and I stoked out of our MINDS to welcome our little girl or boy into the world in the next few weeks, but we are looking forward to the birthing experience. Yes, I know it is no day at the spa. However, the bond that Matt and I have will grow only stronger through this experience. I am so lucky to have a partner not only willing, but wanting to be a part of the entire event. Without him, I don't know how I'd get through it! I mean this quite literally as his role is irreplaceable; from working with me through positions to helping catch the baby. </div>
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I see I have wandered off topic in my manifestation of woman/motherhood. The point of this post is to give a little insight into our experience. And while I look forward to updating this after the birth of Nugget, I thought I'd start by sharing a little bit of the prenatal bit provided our midwife.</div>
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Alexa started coming once a month and typically just spoke with us about our experience/concerns, what to plan for, what not to eat, symptoms to expect, and so on. Though we initially saw an OB as well, and our visits lasted 10 minutes or so, just to do an ultrasound and maybe some blood work. Our visits with Alexa last around two hours and always include a urine check ( PH, protein, glucose, etc), blood pressure, doppler (observing baby's heartbeat), and a physical check of the baby, as well as myself. She measures the baby after feeling around for the head and sweet little booty, and then does the math to estimate the weight. As of yesterday (34/35 weeks) she thinks the baby is 6 lbs!! WOAH.</div>
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Yesterday we went over about twenty different positions for labor and delivery, and she asked me to start drinking an herbal tea to prepare my cervix, uterus, and other necessary organs for delivery. On game day, she'll observe and take copious notes about my activity, performing a doppler every half hour or so. When delivery comes, she'll observe and tell me when it's time to "reach down and pick up" my baby, as if I'll make it through crowning without knowing. </div>
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Here, Matt and I are practicing a position whilst Pace photobombs. And yes, he's always this excited during positioning practice!</div>
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Nugget and I sure have been growing a lot, lately. For a few weeks my Braxton Hicks were so intense that I didn't do much of anything. Thankfully, my midwife, Alexa, gave me a homeopathic oil (Toko Oil, or contraction oil) that pretty much nips those little guys in the bud. Braxton Hicks, or "practice contractions", are necessary in massaging baby and getting her/him ready, as well as the 'ole uterus, for the big day. Some people don't even notice they are having them, but others, like myself, do. It's nothing to be concerned about, but because the frequency of mine were brought on by activity, I decided to take it easy for a bit as I got used to other symptoms.<div>
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On Saturday was Baby Cole's shower, and we are so thankful to all the co-hosts - Sarah, Brett, Tressa, Lindsey, and Katie - as well as all of our friends and family for making it so special. I had a ball, and Matt even joined in on the fun later (pics to come).</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>33 weeks</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Yes! Though I am actually wearing more pre-pregnancy clothes now because of the weather. Thank goodness for maxi dresses and skirts!</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>A few</div>
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<b>Sleeping? </b>I've been sleeping a lot better now that I'm able to be more active during the day. I find I sleep better the days I swim or do yoga. I also feel that getting used to the big belly and hourly restroom breaks are becoming more normal, thus not so irritating.</div>
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<b>Cravings? </b>FRUIT! Watermelon is my absolute favorite. I've also been consuming my body weight in grapes, bananas, and strawberries. Other cravings include strawberry cupcakes, Thai and Indian food, Speculoos, and Sno Biz (which they don't have over here!!). And of course, chocolate soy milk is always a favorite :)</div>
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<b>Aversions? </b>Nothing new or too crazy. There are more things I can't eat due to discomfort than things I don't want to eat, ha!</div>
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<b>Other symptoms? </b>Same as last time. Braxton Hicks, backaches, headaches, fatigue. It may sound miserable, but I don't feel too bad. In fact, most days I feel just perfect (knock on wood!). Though I think heartburn may be sneaking into the picture :/ I'm starting to notice a trend with tomatoes (NOOOOOOO!).</div>
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<b>Best moment of the week?</b> Our shower :) I know I have the best friends in the world, but it always surprises me just how many people care about us. Because of these friends we are able to give our baby more than we could ever imagine - and spoil it! We are forever blessed. Another great moment was resuming my life! After three weeks of lying around, I finally was able to attend yoga class and start swimming. By the way, floating/swimming in a pool during pregnancy is nirvana. Hands down, the most relaxing experience I've had in a while. </div>
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33 weeks - YAY!</div>
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Matt painting my belly :)</div>
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Brett starting off the painting</div>
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Matt is so excited to become a Papa, and loves the baby/belly so much. He's the greatest!</div>
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Hi there, folks! We have made it to the third trimester - WOAH! With every passing day and week, the excitement (yes, misspelled it in the photo to follow, oopsy!) builds. Matt and I both are stoked beyond belief to meet our little one. And though it often confuses people when I say this, I'm even looking forward to the birth. What a life changing experience that we will remember forever. <br />
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<b>How far along? </b>29 weeks :)</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>Maybe a couple?</div>
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<b>Sleeping? </b>Ha. We are currently in the 29-31 week growth spurt (hopefully it doesn't last that long!), so the growing belly and aching body makes for quite an adjustment. I've heard it only gets worse, but I'm sure once I get a little accustomed to the even bigger belly, it may get easier. Turning every five minutes or so gets a wee bit annoying. At least it's preparing me for being up with baby!</div>
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<b>Cravings? </b>I don't have much of an appetite these days, and honestly find it quite difficult to eat. I have to set reminders on my phone, even for the middle of the night! I do enjoy fruit, mostly grapes and nectarines, and though I haven't had it yet, watermelon! I also love, as always, chocolate soy milk; I'm just drinking copious amounts these days :/ Soy yogurt and granola is another thing I don't mind eating. I've also enjoyed our special mac and "cheese" with ketchup, as well garlic toast with "cheese", kalamata olives, and marinara. And last night, I woke with a crazy craving for Sprite! I NEVER drink soda, but the craving didn't leave me. Matt brought me small bottle after his softball game this morning, and after a couple sips I was satisfied, yet left with an upset belly. Oh, and I'm still drinking pickle juice :)</div>
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<b>Aversions? </b>I can't think of anything specific. Matt hasn't had tuna in a while, so that's fabulous! I don't know if it's an aversion, but I haven't been craving cookies or cakes or anything like that lately, like I did in the second trimester.</div>
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<b>Other symptoms? </b>Where to I begin? With Braxton Hicks, I suppose. I'm just getting used to my new body ( I feel there are two or three big turning points in pregnancy, body wise). At first, I really enjoyed the occasional BHs. However, after an extra long walk the other day made them more frequent, it lost a bit of its magic. They are back to normal after rest and warm baths (and sunshine!), but they don't have the charm they once did, he he. It is great practice to breathe through them, though. I'm also becoming more and more uncomfortable. When sleeping, I flip sides every few minutes, and when sitting I also have to move every few minutes. It's not the worst thing in the world, but not entirely fun, either. Then there is fatigue, headaches, and dizziness. It's a bit like the first trimester with additions. There is also the heartburn which is just beginning for me, so I guess I shouldn't complain about that. Or anything, really. Every time I feel uncomfortable I just remind myself how lucky I am to be a part of this experience. </div>
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<b>Best moment of the week? </b>A couple! The first would be alien belly. Baby's movements are finally able to be seen from the outside! I think Matt got more excited about this than feeling the movements. The next would be leaking boobs! For those of you who might think this is too much information - chill. It's completely natural! Breasts are for feeding first and foremost, after all. I first noticed this when I was seeing photos of Matt as a baby for the first, and wondering if the baby will look more like him or me. That's when I felt a little wet, and saw I had leaked through my shirt. I showed Matt, and he thought it was awesome! I think he said something to the effect of, "Well, we know they're working!" What an exciting moment :)</div>
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I plan on breastfeeding exclusively. Science willing (as Matt would say), I plan on never even having to use a breast pump, as we are fortunate enough to have me stay at home during the most crucial years of our child's development. I'm the kind of girl that is not only giddy excited about nursing, but I plan to do it as long as my baby chooses - or practice child led weaning. This is a subject that I am incredibly passionate about, and I feel so grateful to have learned about the benefits of breastfeeding.<br />
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There are women I know that have chosen the breast, and have been able to provide milk for their child upon returning to work through pumping. However, when I became pregnant, I looked at our environment (ARMY!) and wondered how women in the military continued breastfeeding in a male-dominated environment. Aside from the recent issues plaguing the military (particularly its women), I wondered how women found not only time, but an environment in which to express. What didn't even cross my mind, until I was speaking with a military mommy, is how one continues to provide milk for their child while in the field, during an exercise, or TDY. Sadly, most well-intentioned military mommies are left with no other choice than to supplement with formula, even if they never had that intention.</div>
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In a country where breastfeeding is still often taboo, and though <a href="http://www.cdc.gov/breastfeeding/data/reportcard.htm">most American mothers breastfeed</a>, moms don't do it for the <a href="http://www.cdc.gov/breastfeeding/faq/">suggested amount of time</a>, we should find every way possible to support those who choose the breast. </div>
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In my research I came across a group called <a href="http://breastfeedingincombatboots.com/">Breastfeeding in Combat Boots</a>. It is based on a book marketed for military moms seeking to breastfeed while serving, and has been enveloped into the ever-growing breastfeeding movement. Based on demand and interest, a movement within the military itself has started, and mothers across the country have become involved in making breastfeeding not only accessible to military moms, but a priority. </div>
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A lawmaker that I have looked up to for some time now, Kirsten Gillibrand, has decided to draft a military-wide breastfeeding policy. Not only is this unprecedented but it is sorely needed, and Senator Gillibrand needs your support! Please join me in writing an email of your support to <u style="font-weight: bold;">kirsten_gnipp@gillibrand.senate.gov</u>. </div>
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The next time I write a blog entry, I'll probably be in the third trimester! NUTS!<div>
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Matt and I are getting SO excited for this baby! We wish we could fast forward to August. Though, I just realized these are the last few months it will just be the two of us. WOAH. That's crazy. At our last appointment we weren't able to determine if Nugget is a girl or a boy, and I'm quite happy about that! I just wish we would have never done ultrasounds if we weren't going to find out. Oh well. I feel this is the first of many efforts this child will have at keeping us on our toes. At first Matt was pretty frustrated, but I think he's excited now. </div>
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<b>How far along? </b>26 weeks!</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Exclusively. I have a feeling the jeans won't last until August, though I'll be living in dresses by then :)</div>
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<b>Sleeping? </b>It's becoming easier. Whenever there is a growth spurt, I have trouble adjusting. I currently sleep with a towel rolled up under the side of my belly. If I don't do this, my back begins to ache. </div>
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<b>Cravings? </b>Eggs! With ketchup, of course. I used to add hot sauce to the mix, but that had to stop. I've also been craving chocolate, which is often cured by drinking a glass of chocolate soy milk or Ovaltine with peanut butter. On the weekends I usually get frisky and bake a batch of cookies. Though I have my fair share, Matt typically finishes them off by Sunday evening, or they are sent to the office on Monday. Fresh fruit juice is another thing I crave. Every other morning I make a batch of apple/pear/blackberry/carrot juice good enough for two days. And yesterday at the market, I began to salivate at the sight of nectarines. I also wake up in the night craving grapes. I'm still all about tomatoes, which has been the norm since I was about five years-old. Because I switched to gluten-free bread, tomato sandwiches haven't been near as good, but I'm still drinking tomato juice like a crazy person. Salsa and hummus are consumed every afternoon with olive chips, and typically followed by a pickle and perhaps even a glass of pickle juice. YUM! But the weirdest most surprising craving of all is garlic bread. I ate it for dinner and lunch two days in a row last week! I found that gfree bread is best toasted, and after experimenting one evening, I was hooked. I've never been a bread person, and though I've always liked garlic bread to an extent, it has become an obsession. I cut back because the act of consuming empty calories upsets me. But sometimes, you just want them! A food free craving - reading! I can't stop. I finished <u>Catching Fire</u> last week and immediately began <u>Mockingjay</u>. The Hunger Games trilogy has consumed me...</div>
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<b>Aversions? </b>Tuna. All meat products. Even watching someone eat a sausage makes me want to vom. And violence. No, that's not food either, and though I've never liked violence in films/television, it's even more so now. Which is strange, because the Hunger Games books are about as violent as you can get. Something about watching people get injured, or even more so, animals in bad shape (thanks SKY campaigns to help animals), pushes me over the edge and I get angry and cry. Another aversion, stupid people. I can't deal right now and fear that before long I will snap on someone being ignorant. You have been warned.</div>
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<b>Other symptoms? </b>Crazy ass dreams! I've always been a vivid dreamer, and often have journaled dreams as I believe they are the gateway into the subconscious. However, hormones add a whole new dimension! Sometimes I have dreams that I'm nursing the baby, and I can't believe it's already here! That's probably because we are getting so excited and starting to realize it is almost time. Other times I dream of food - often times Zaxby's chicken fingers with Zax sauce :/ Recently it has been all about The Hunger Games. Last night I dreamt I was the Mockingjay (this only makes sense if you've read the books) in urban combat. I woke up a little startled, to say the least. There has also been a wee bit of heartburn, perhaps a precursor of what's to come, and upper abdominal discomfort which isn't so bad once I learned that it is just my muscles shifting. And the feetsies get a bit swollen from time to time, but I'm keeping them propped up at every opportunity. And excitement! Before long it will be August and we'll have a baby on our hands!</div>
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<b>Best moment of the week? </b>Pace has become so intuitive. Though she is usually all about Papa, she now jumps in my lap and lays her head on my belly, or falls asleep in front of my belly when we're napping. I really thought Patton would be the protective one, and he definitely is, but Pace even more so. </div>
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<br />Nugget and I, as seems to be the theme, have been growing like mad! This last week I realized just how big the bugaboo is during a movement session when I simultaneously felt a jab on one side of my belly and a kick on the other. But I must say, my favorites are the big movements, the one where either a head or a booty rolls across my tummy! I love to poke back and play :) <br />
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Also, our friends, the Bybees, had their beautiful baby girl Reese. I went and saw them at the hospital, and then Matt and I visited them again at home. Reese is an absolute doll, and I know she and Baby Cole will get along just fine.</div>
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<b>How far along? </b>23 weeks</div>
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<b>Sleeping? </b>Not very well the last few nights. I'm getting increasingly uncomfortable, and that, coupled with the growing pains, makes for very light sleep. I do, however, take some righteous naps to make up for it. </div>
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<b>Cravings? </b>Anything with tomatoes. I drink tomato juice for a midmorning snack, then eat a spinach and tomato salad and something like veggie soup with tomatoes or something else with, yes, tomatoes, chips and salsa for an afternoon snack, and then something with ketchup for dinner. I've always loved tomatoes, but it's getting out of control! I've also been craving very healthy choices (YAY!) to include fresh juice that I make every couple of days and keep in the refrigerator. I've also been eating eggs. That's right, I'm not a pure vegan at this moment. Because they have so much protein, I feel quite OK about it. Plus, we buy free-range organic eggs, so the guilt factor isn't so bad. I plan to go egg-free again after August, though I may consider continuing while breastfeeding. And weeks 20-22 I consumed more chocolate than is healthy. EEK! I feel so guilty!</div>
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<b>Aversions? </b>I can report that Matt hasn't had tuna in the house for a couple of weeks! I don't know if he is doing it because he knows I was getting agitated, or because he's cut back on it (I honestly hope it's the latter!). Matt's cologne and deodorant are also a little strong. </div>
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<b>Other symptoms? </b>The tiniest stomach/digestion system for the largest appetite! I am hungry all the time, but if I eat too much I get ill. I can't eat glutenous foods, and if I eat one heavy thing (say, gfree pasta), my meals for the rest of the day must be very easy to digest. There has been a lot of miso soup and plum juice and fresh juices trying to keep things moving along so I can eat more. Yesterday, though, I ate only soups and salads. I'm very good about getting protein and vitamins, but this week I've wondered if I'm getting enough calories because of my inability to eat for my appetite. This was a big growing week for us, and I'm starting to learn how to eat for my ever-changing body. I am also increasingly uncomfortable. Sometimes I feel like there is nothing I can do to feel relaxed, and I often shift about on the couch every few minutes. I guess I'm just starting to get a feel for what is to come! I've been aching a lot and having round ligament pains, but the chiropractor is helping a lot with that. Whenever I go see her, I leave on Cloud 9. My ligament pains were getting pretty intense this week, and she rubbed them good until I felt relief. She also adjusted my pelvis which was aching like crazy (I think Nugget likes to hang out on the left side) and massaged the ligaments in my hips. I'm so grateful for the research I did on prenatal osteopathy, as I had never heard of it before pregnancy. It has helped me in so many ways, especially considering I have been one achy lady since hitting 16 weeks or so. I've started waddling slightly (already?!) and if I'm on my feet for too long, I know it. My feet have also been swelling a bit, just what is to be expected. I asked Matt if my feet looked swollen the other night and he said, "Yeah - I mean, you can't really see your ankles". You always want to hear your husband tell you you have cankles. Great stuff, hon. I feel like that's a lot of complaining, and don't get me wrong, pregnancy has been relatively uncomfortable for me, but I'm still enjoying it. I love my growing belly, feeling the baby, and the energy I've had. And this is different, but I've never felt so empowered. It resonated with me during a post-yoga meditation last week that though I feel like a granny in some of the positions, other times I feel stronger than I've ever felt. It's quite an incredible feeling. And another symptom that Matt (and my now sad, little bras) can't help but notice - larger breasts! It's crazy.</div>
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<b>Best moment of the week?</b> Whenever Matt gets to feel the baby :) This has happened a couple of times, and he just loves it. True, he only sticks around for a kick or two, but he gets excited, and that's rare (ha). I still get giddy every time the baby moves, so that would also have to be a best moment of the week. We also confirmed our maternity and newborn photographer this week! And, I think we settled on a name :)</div>
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On Tuesday we are headed for our last ultrasound to see if we can get a better glimpse of Nugget's little parts. Maybe we'll know if s/he's a boy or a girl, maybe we won't. At this point, we're prepared to not know until her/his birthday (something I've wanted since the beginning). Matt keeps mentioning how excited he is to see how much s/he's grown, and I must agree. This is also the week of my glucose test, and I'm a little nervous because of my sugar binges. The last seven or so days I've really cut back on refined sugar, something that I barely touched before pregnancy. Before I give in to sugar now I think, "Is this best for the baby?" and the answer is clearly no. Besides, it's binding and gives me headaches! It's something I'm working on, and I pray my post-Easter sugary transgressions haven't been a problem.</div>
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A couple of weeks have passed, and so much has happened! Sorry I'm just now sharing it all with you :/<br />
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At 18 weeks I started to begin to feel little flutters. I was pretty sure they were baby, but waited to confirm until I felt them for real. Then, at 19 weeks, I felt a lot of little kicks one morning! It was amazing! It is the most sensational feeling I've ever experienced and I still jump every time I feel one. I'm so proud of my active little Nugget. </div>
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<b>How far along? </b>20 weeks - 1/2 way there!</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>Oh yeah. There are only a few wintery pieces I have that fit, so let's hope (for more reasons than that!) that Spring is on its way.</div>
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<b>Sleeping?</b> Last night I slept great, and I feel that I'm getting used to the hip pains and learning to roll with them. I have a much better sleep schedule than I did a couple of weeks ago.</div>
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<b>Cravings? </b>Black eyed peas and collard greens!! Also pickles, miso soup, tomato juice, Peach Mangosteen Snapple, Lucky Charms, and pineapple. Matt and I also just bought some slicked tofurky that is pretty phenomenal. I love making sandwiches with it!</div>
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<b>Aversions? </b>TUNA. Always tuna. Anything that once had a life being eaten. Usually I can deal with people eating meat in front of me without even thinking about it, but now it's getting difficult. Also, Matt's cologne and deodorant.</div>
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<b>Other symptoms? </b> Let's just say pregnancy is not all sunshine and rainbows! One symptom in particular has been overeating, then hating myself for it. I am SO hungry ALL the time, and there have been a few times when I ate too much and couldn't sleep. Digestion is a bit different whilst one is growing a human. I've been able to remedy this with small frequent meals, and not eating after 1900. This may leave me ravenous in the morning (or I may grab a snack around 0300), but at least I'm not uncomfortable in the night.</div>
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<b>Best moment of the week?</b> Starting to feel frequent kicks and movements! Nugget is a busy bee in there at times, and when s/he is low, I can feel the kicks really well, though it gets pretty uncomfortable when s/he sits there a while. Sometimes, I can even feel the pick kicks from the outside! Before too long, daddy will be able to experience them with me :) We also got to see little boo on Tuesday, and that always makes us grin. Everything looked fantastic, but Nugget was in a weird position so we weren't able to tell if s/he is a girl or boy. Our next appointment in April 30th, and we hope to have a better look then :)</div>
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Hi everyone! The past few weeks have really been moving along - it's hard to believe we're already at 18 weeks. <div>
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As for us, not much has been going on. Matt has been busy with work, and I've been working on my comprehensive exams. Yup, nothing exciting but human spawning!</div>
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<b>How far along?</b> 18 weeks!</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b>You betcha. My mother sent me some clothes just last week. I was so surprised and excited! It looks like I won't have to buy anything else. My wardrobe got cleaned out last night and I put all of the clothes that no longer fit in a container for safe keeping. I'm just a couple of weeks from being all maternity!</div>
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<b>Stretch marks? </b>A few, nothing crazy. I'm alternating between Mama Baby Oil and coconut oil :)</div>
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<b>Sleeping? </b>Lately, heck to the no. I shift throughout the night and cannot get comfortable. My hips are experiencing some major growing pains, and sleeping on my back is no longer happening - too painful! I have been so lucky so far, but the last week has been pretty challenging when it comes to sleep.</div>
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<b>Cravings?</b> Grapes! I've always loved these little ditties, but they have been lifesavers lately. I often get up in the night and grab a bowl of grapes or strawberries. I also eat some sort of tomato-based food every day. It is usually pasta or a tomato sandwich, but could also include something smothered in ketchup. Limeade is also super delicious to me right now. Oh, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!! I eat at least one a day :/</div>
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<b>Aversions? </b>TUNA!!! Matt has not listened to my, how do I say it, suggestions? Any meat-based product. GAG.</div>
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<b>Other symptoms? </b>Thirsty, for sure. I'm always drinking water. And EATING! I'll eat breakfast around 0800, and by 1030 I need not just a snack, but an entire meal! I'd say I eat at least a snack every two hours. I have been eating much healthier these days, though.</div>
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<b>Best moment of the week? </b>I think it was Friday that I noticed how much bigger I was. It's as if it happened overnight! I also think I felt a little something moving around in there. Can't wait to feel them more and more :)</div>
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Most of you know by now that we're having a baby. We couldn't be more blessed and excited, and are grateful for the love shown by our supportive family and friends! This is such an exciting time in our lives that we have dreamt of for years, and are so thrilled that it is finally becoming a reality.<br />
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The initial use of this blog is to keep family and friends informed of our goings on, so it is only natural that we follow the pregnancy, as it is thus far our biggest adventure of all. The format I'm using is adapted from my friend Katie's blog, <a href="http://adaisyforkate.blogspot.de/">Daisy Kate</a>. She is much more creative than me, as I've taken various aspects of documenting this journey from her, such as the chalkboard photos.</div>
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<b>Maternity clothes? </b> Yes, finally! I bought some jeans and a few cute tops from H&M, as well as a pair of black leggings for working out. My work out clothes are starting to become <u>very</u> uncomfortable, and during this time of high energy, I want to make sure I don't skip a beat because of tight pants. I put out a message on FB asking people willing to donate their old maternity clothes, and that I'll be happy to pay the shipping. I hope this yields a few new threads! My mother also said she sent some more comfortable clothing to me. Can't wait for those to get here!</div>
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<b>Stretch marks?</b> I have a few. As weight has fluctuated over the years, I tend to get discreet stretch marks. After noticing them the other day, I've started back dry brushing, and lathering on coconut oil and <a href="http://www.babybearshop.com/mama-belly-oil.html">Mama Baby Oil</a>. Things could be a lot worse!</div>
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<b>Sleep: </b>I was sleeping well for a while, but the last few nights have consisted of tossing fits and me unable to get comfortable. My back is starting to ache a bit, so I think that may be part of it. I am eternally grateful for my full size <a href="http://leachco.stores.yahoo.net/snoogle.html">Snoogle</a>. Matt has tried it out and approves! It's a lifesaver.</div>
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<b>Cravings? </b>MEXICAN FOOD! It's seriously all I want, all the time. Also, three bean salad. So weird. I saw it in the store one day and though I'd like it and have now resorted to consuming two cans a week. Tomato sandwiches have also been happening quite a bit, and I've been drinking more tomato juice than usual. I'm also enjoying my daily protein shake, consisting of chocolate soy milk, peanut butter, and hemp protein. Coconut water is another thing I can't stop drinking after our trip to Thailand :)</div>
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<b>Aversions?</b> Raw meat (thank the gods this is not a problem in our house, for the most part, but I gag every time I pass it at the grocer/market). Anything I have to cook is another thing. Most of you know I love to cook, but these days it is difficult to do. Another weird one is kale and other green veggies. I love veg, but lately it's been difficult to stomach. Collard greens are fine, but I cannot eat kale or Brussels sprouts, broccoli, etc. Dirty dishes, the dishwasher in general. TUNA. Matt has started bringing tuna into the house again and it makes me ill. It is the most foul smelling food in the entire world and is something even non-preggos find offensive. I don't know how he doesn't understand how disgusted I am by it, but he continues to make tuna salad every. single. day. I also don't like anything that makes a squishy noise - mac and cheez, tuna salad, etc. </div>
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One thing I want to emphasize is how <b>lucky</b> I am to have such an amazing partner through all of this. Matt has been the best friend he always has been to me, but even more supportive as he sees I need it. He's been sensitive to my crying spells, and I love that he laughs when it happens because it makes me realize how silly some of these symptoms can be. Every day he asks if I need anything on his drive home from work. Yesterday I swept and mopped the house only for the pups to ruin it all within the hour. Matt knows how important it is to me that we have clean floors, and this morning, before he left for work, he swept and mopped. Seriously? That is the sweetest thing ever. He also loves to touch my belly and talk to the baby, and has even started reading to her/him.</div>
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I'm most appreciative of him in his support in our birth plan. We are planning a home birth, something we decided upon before we even got married. He is just as onboard as I am, and is ready to be a hands-on birth partner. Whenever I have doubts of my strength, as I feel most mommies-to-be do, he reassures me that not only am I strong enough, and that my body was made to do this, but that millions of women have done this before me, and that he truly believes it is the best and most healthy choice for both the baby and me. He reassures me, "We've done the research, you're mentally/emotionally/physically planning for it", etc. I don't know what I would do without him and I am so grateful that he is the father of my child. </div>
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Now, on to the photos. I must say, watching your body grow in the early developmental phase of pregnancy can be a bit of a shock, especially to someone who is constantly trying to better herself. For a while, you just look fat. It doesn't matter how thin you were before, it's just awkward. I covered up in sweatshirts and cried when I couldn't button my pants. Now that I've transitioned into curve hugging and maternity-friendly clothes, I've never felt so beautiful! I love my bump and can't wait to see it grow!</div>
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Our last photo at 15 weeks. Excuse the makeup, we were headed out to an event.</div>
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14 weeks in Koh Samui :)</div>
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Daddy's so excited! Baby Nugget is just 7 weeks in this little jellybean of a photograph.</div>
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Here is Nugget at 12 weeks. He really showed off for us. </div>
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Children of Bahlil celebrating 'Ashura. Shi'as remember Hussein, the grandson of the Prophet, and his brutal murder in 680 A.D. in Karbala (modern day Iraq).</div>
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A view from the top of Bahlil.</div>
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Typical home in Bahlil.</div>
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This woman was working for a tip! I couldn't even lift that bucket of water if I tried, much less balance it on my head. At one point, she was dancing.</div>
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I girl doing a craft of some kind.</div>
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Kids banging on drums to celebrate 'Ashura.</div>
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Where are we?!</div>
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The beautiful Middle Atlas.</div>
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"Are we going to be friends?"</div>
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"I think we are!"</div>
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"Don't be so greedy, Mr. Monkey!"</div>
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Day two was all about touring the medina. It was completely indescribable. The whole experience was like stepping back in time, where craftsmanship was one's livelihood. Our guide, Halid, was so gracious. He was born and raised in Fes, and takes such pride in his city. <br />
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M<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e at Bab Bou Jeloud - the Blue Gate. It<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">was constructed during the French Protectorate, in 1913. Also, thought it is known as the Blue Gate, the reverse side is green! </span></span></div>
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Seffarine Square - where all the copper/brass is "tinked" (that's what I call it). It's a peaceful square among the bustling medina. I would own everything from this square, if I could.</div>
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Bou Inania Medersa. It distinguishes itself among other magnificent buildings in the city because it has a water clock and a mosque, in addition to the school. It dates back to the 14th century. Something I thought when I stepped in was the Golden Age for Arab science/art/literature, which is something we so often forget these days. Fes, Baghdad, and other major Arab cities were once the epicenter of Academia, as well as Fine Arts. This building blew my mind.</div>
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A girl taking her family's bread to the bakery. Moroccan bakeries are different, at least in the medina. Families make their bread at home, and then have someone deliver it to the bakery, where they cook it. Homes do not have ovens. In the afternoon, they send someone to pick it up.</div>
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The girls at the co-op were very willing to show us up close and personal how they make rugs. Their fingers move so fast - it's unreal. I tried, and failed, several times. </div>
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The first of many rugs rolled out for our viewing pleasure after a traditional tea ceremony.</div>
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This fine gentleman is an expert tea pourer.</div>
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We stopped by a shop to watch how thread is spun from agave. Yup, this scarf is made out of cactus!</div>
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At the tanneries. Here they take animal skins and dye them in the vats you seen in the background. This was incredible to see, though I'm so happy they gave us all a sprig of mint at the beginning to combat the smell of rotting flesh :/</div>
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I honestly have no idea what this door is all about. I just thought it was gorgeous, and typical of what you see in the medina.</div>
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Halid wanted me to photograph the men in the background killing chickens, but he said they wouldn't like me to take photos directly of them. So, he stood with the sign I made to celebrate the Iron Bowl, with them in the background. Cringe, smile, cringe again.</div>
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This kind sir was carving cedar wood. I knew that cedar wood was durable and all, but it is on every single ancient structure I think we saw in the medina, and some of it dates back to the 9th century. All of it in pretty amazing condition. What an art!</div>
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I'm so sad Matt missed out on our trip Fes, but I must say, I had a great time!<br />
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My second year at Auburn, I enrolled in a course called "Islam and Politics". We studied Arab nations extensively, and I just fell in love with the subject matter. It was then I decided to travel the Middle East and North Africa. </div>
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Israel was beautiful, and it is still so dear to my heart, but it is not the same as diving in to an Islamic country. </div>
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But when I woke in the morning to the day's first call to prayer, I felt I finally made it. </div>
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Arab culture is so warm, welcoming, and hospitable, and my small taste of Fes immediately made we want to plan a trip to Turkey (and countries influenced by Islam) as soon as possible.</div>
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Spices galore!</div>
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Am I in heaven? Oh, no? A date and nut stand you say? SOLD.</div>
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Just one of many beautiful tea sets.</div>
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Holding cous cous and veggies :)</div>
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While our husbands were away, Lindsey and I decided to take a trip. Just so happens we thought Sweden would be the perfect place. I've heard the most amazing things about Stockholm, and Scandinavia has been on my list for years. <div>
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There are so many things I love about Stockholm - the architecture, history, and royal family. And stepping into Sweden is like moving at least 15 years forward. Everything is beautiful, high quality, and posh, and people are nice; you don't have to worry about getting mugged at say, gun point. </div>
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The people are gorgeous - men and women. They are fit, tall, and dress smart. They are kind, happy, and, did I say gorgeous!??! What I am describing here is heaven. </div>
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My tie for favorite country ties with Israel, and Stockholm rivals any city I've visited. Just beautiful, even when it's cold.</div>
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Oh, and the Swedish greeting is "Hey!" Perfect.</div>
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First street I deemed photo worthy</div>
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Even though it rained all weekend, it was beautiful</div>
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Me in front of the Royal Palace. Can't wait to take this photo in front of many more palaces!! See you in December, Buckingham ;)</div>
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One of the main shopping streets in Stockholm</div>
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We happened to wander upon the Stockholm Film Festival. Lots of people and paparazzi! No idea which films/stars were there...haha</div>
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View from bridge to Gamla Stan (Old Town)</div>
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Cheese!</div>
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Cheese again!</div>
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Lindsey and I woke up at 6:30 the last morning we were there to take photos with no one around. I must say, this is genius, and I'm doing in every city, from now on.</div>
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Matt and I were supposed to head to Fes (Fez), Morocco on Thursday, but it seems he will have to work. Looks like I'm still headed there. I sure wish he would be there with me. I'll make sure I bring back plenty of goodies for him :)</div>
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This means so much to be because during WWII, when he was stationed over here, my Daddy Joe sent my Dot Dot a postcard of the Bridge of Sighs. In March 2011, I sent Dot Dot nearly the exact same postcard (shot of the bridge), that my grandfather did. The bridge is more than a structure for me - it ties me to my grandfather. I know he walked all over the city, with it looking more or less as it does today. Perhaps that's why I love Venice so much??</div>
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We also took a short day trip to Padova, or Padua. Sound familiar? Taming of the Shrew, anyone!??! </div>
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The beautiful Bridge of Sighs</div>
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Matt checking out St. Anthony's Basilica in Padova (Padua)</div>
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You had to cover up to go in. Not that I mind purchasing a new scarf...</div>
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Sarah & I wander in to an Italian co-op and find diary free ice cream!</div>
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Thinking of the world's greatest grandfather in front of the Ponte dei Sospiri</div>
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The Rialto is magnificent.</div>
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Love birds.</div>
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Street in Padua</div>
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Matt in front of The Basilica of St. Anthony</div>
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St. Anthony's Basilica and me</div>
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We also had a bit of fun on the 'ole boat...</div>
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Cheesin'</div>
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If we lived in the 1960s...</div>
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Smooch!</div>
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Having fun with our besties :)</div>
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<br />We took scooters in Mykonos to get to Paradise Beach. It was terrifying, but worth it.<br />
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Paradise Beach, and Daron playing in the sand</div>
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Flory & Cole autotimer success!</div>
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Hanging on for dear life...</div>
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Beautiful Mykonos</div>
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Oia is a town on top of the mountain on the coast of Santorini. You've probably seen photos of the blue and white buildings against the bright blue ocean. We showed up right at sunset - it was such a magical experience!<div>
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Oia</div>
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Matt & me</div>
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Sarah and Daron</div>
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Loved this! Precious little pooches everywhere! This one was taking an afternoon nap on a cliff. No joke, right behind him was a drop. </div>
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Sorry!! The last few months have been busy with school and what not. Besides, I tried to sit down and update everyone a couple of months ago and couldn't remember my password. <br />
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Today I was hit with a momentary stroke of genius, quickly found the computer, and Eureka! I'm in :)</div>
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We last left off at Israel, which was amazing. Sadly, both Palestine and Israel are experiencing violence and hardship that none of us can imagine. I hate to see a country that I love so dearly be torn apart and ripped with violence.</div>
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Shortly after Israel, Matt and I met up with Sarah and Daron in Venice and cruised through the Greek Islands. Talk about heaven. All of the islands were beautiful, but Santorini was my favorite. Here are some photos:</div>
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Tasting at the Gaia Winery, within meters of the Aegean Sea</div>
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The beautiful Aegean...paradise</div>
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Matt & me down from Gaia for a photo op</div>
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Checking out the grapes inside skillfully woven baskets...genius!</div>
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Matt & me at the Domaine Sigalas Winery...we felt like rock stars</div>
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Most delicious dish I've ever had! Eggplant with tomato chutney of sort. No success yet in duplicating :(</div>
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We just <i>happened</i> to be visiting on the day of the harvest. They put everyone to work!</div>
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Matt and I just got back from Israel late last night, and we had a ball! Though the hubs had to work most of the time, I got to visit Jerusalem and Masada, the Judaean Desert, as well as the Dead Sea. It was the most incredible journey of my entire life, and I cannot wait to return! <br />
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In Jerusalem I saw the Via Dolorosa (where the Christ walked to his crucifixion), The Church of the Holy Sepluchre, The Dome on the Rock, Al Aqsa (Temple Mount), Mount of Olives, Western Wall, and much more! </div>
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I just happened to be in Jerusalem the same day Mitt Romney was - talk about nuts! I prepared a short speech, should we have a chance encounter. Alas, he was much too busy to entertain an American taxpayer. It was still cool to get pictures of him and say I was there on such a monumental day (at least to Americans - 99.9% of Israelis could have cared less). </div>
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The second day our tour came within meters of the Palestinian border, as we drove along the West Bank. An unexpected surprise, indeed! Masada, the fortress of King Herod within the Judaean Desert, was spectacular, though wicked hot. I photographed structures that have stood since 66 CE, and partial ones that were built before. </div>
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Afterwards, I covered myself in detoxifying mud at Mineral Beach and floated in the Dead Sea. Holy moly, what an experience! </div>
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The morning before we left, Matt and I roamed the streets of Jaffa - the port which the biblical character Jonah supposedly sailed out of before the fish swallowing incident. It was incredible!! We wove in and out of streets and alleys looking for the perfect gifts to send home. I must say, we were pretty lucky. It was the ultimate Middle Eastern bartering/bazaar experience. I told Matt when we become millionaires and/or build a house, we must return to Jaffa to furnish the house. He rolled his eyes, of course.</div>
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Hopefully we will be back before then, as I would prefer a trip sooner than later. It was the ultimate vacation and learning experience. Hands down, it is the most phenomenal place I've ever visited. Everyone should visit!!</div>
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Cutest men ever playing backgammon in the Arab quarter. Fasting is rough!</div>
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A father explaining the story of the Christ's resurrection to his daughter at the Church of the Holy Sepluchre.</div>
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After covering myself in mud at Mineral Beach, wishing my love were with me.</div>
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The stunning Judaean Desert.<br />
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Howdy, everyone. It has been a while since my last post, apologies. Not much happened between then and now. Just work and school as usual. Well, I did take a girls' trip to the Canary Islands. That was fun! My body needed some sun, salt, and sand, and my mind appreciated the mental break.<div>
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Last weekend Matt and I visited Ireland! Our first stop was Dublin, followed by a day/night in Killarney (Kerry Co.) and Cork to kiss the Blarney Stone :) We had an absolute ball. In Dublin we paid our respects to our favorite brew at the Guinness Storehouse on King Street, and Matt enjoyed the Jameson Distillery. Of course we hit up pubs and enjoyed more than our fair share of pints, complete with traditional Irish music, and even a Beatles cover band! How did we get so lucky?!</div>
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In Killarney, Matt hit the links at Killarney Golf and Fishing Club whilst I meandered through the Killarney National Park and reveled in the beauty of Irish forest and countryside. I stood in awe in front of the most breathtaking waterfall I've ever seen - Torc Waterfall. It looked like a dream. Everything was so green, just as I expected! </div>
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The last day we headed to Blarney Castle where we toured the structure and kissed the Blarney Stone. We wandered through the "poisonous gardens" - yes, full of poisonous plants that you cannot smell, touch, or eat - and took photos in front of the Blarney House. </div>
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It's true. These days all I blog about is school, places we dream of traveling, and school again. This will be no different. My final assignment for my last class, Afghanistan in Conflict, was to write ten pages on why public support for the war has fallen off sharply in the last few years, along with the effect it has had on the US effort in Afghanistan. I couldn't have asked for a more interesting topic, and had as much fun as paper writing may produce. Please keep in mind that I had only ten pages to condense an argument. I could have gone on for double that, and feel like important anecdotes were left out. That being said, enjoy:<br />
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<u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">Supporting Our Troops, and Ending the War</span></u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The war in Afghanistan has been a
long one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An entire generation, of
Americans and Afghans alike, have grown up with parents who fought in the
region, only to fight there themselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Though the war was once popular, as years have passed and projected high
expectations have yet to be seen, many have come to question our involvement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Three U.S. presidents have left their mark on
the country, as the current Commander in Chief, Barack Obama, has been left the
job of cleaning up quite a mess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
American public wants to know why we are still in Afghanistan, including
military spouses and family members whose loved ones have served numerous tours
in Enduring Freedom and New Dawn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now that we are in an election year,
both dominant parties in the United States, the Republicans and the Democrats,
are bringing all issues to the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As
expected, most Democrats believe we should withdraw from Afghanistan sooner
than projected – 2014.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, in
researching, I found it surprising that, in a recent poll, forty percent of
Republicans concurred with an early withdrawal (Buhmiller).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The support for the war is dropping rapidly
across the ideological spectrum, with sixty-nine percent of Americans believing
we should not be in Afghanistan – compared to fifty-three percent just four
months ago (Buhmiller).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">Several instances have led to where we
are now in support of our involvement in Afghanistan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though it is difficult to condense them into
three points, there are some issues that stand above others, the first being
the effect on the U.S. military.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As
stated earlier, our nation has been at war for years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">any</i>
retaliation seemed justified after 9/11, as years passed, we’ve seen the toll
it’s taken on us all, particularly those who serve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Families have lived years without their
military member, soldiers have missed seeing their children being born and
growing up, and all too often come home with psychological complications, if
they’re lucky enough to escape physical injury or even death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all suffer during a time of war, but it is
the families of soldiers, and the soldiers themselves, that bear the brunt of
the heartache.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">The second issue causing less support for
the war in Afghanistan is the lost sense of mission.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though commanders have ways of rallying their
troops, the public sees it from a different perspective, often questioning the
legitimacy of the fight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Due to the lack
of media coverage and daily reporting on the subject, it is also easy for many
to tune out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If one doesn’t have a
friend or family member in the military, it doesn’t behoove them to stay
informed; at least, that is often the case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Besides assassinating Osama bin Laden just over a year ago, there have
been little results shown, at least in the view of the average American.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People continually question, “Why are we
there?” and don’t often receive a straightforward answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">The last issue covered in this essay is
economics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As one of my favorite
political analysts, James Carville, coined in 1991, “It’s the economy,
stupid”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now more than ever American
voters are evaluating their finances, as well as the national budget.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just as one would eliminate frivolous
spending from their own budget, they expect the government to do the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>True, not all believe this war is
inconsequential, but as stated in the previous paragraph regarding results and
mission, most feel we shouldn’t be in Afghanistan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Therefore, they see any and every penny spent
there a waste of taxpayer money that could be used on our failing health care
system, education, or finally balancing the budget. In my opinion, this is what
has led to an increase of Republicans preferring an early withdrawal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It looks like there finally may be an issue
the two parties can agree on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">Before I go any further, let us return to
the issue of military.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As mentioned,
military members themselves are becoming fatigued.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many deploy for a year, come home for year,
and deploy again, and again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not only
are these women and men working long hours, fighting in harsh conditions, and
risking their lives, they are missing out on so much back home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Working for DoDEA (Department of Defense
Education Activity) schools, I have seen first hand what these tours do to
families.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Children are left without
mothers and fathers, and while they are so proud of what their moms and dads
do, they miss them tremendously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This
all too often leads to disciplinary problems at school, uncharacteristic
behavior, and academic setbacks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though
many parents present a nurturing environment along with a set of coping skills
for the whole family, just as many do not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This is something that takes practice, awareness, and knowledge, and just
as many parents aren’t able to offer this support, based on their own reactions
to deployments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This leads to
depression, anxiety, insecurity, resentment, insomnia; frequently resulting in
divorce.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Marriages have their ups and
downs to begin with, but stressors that come with deployments are unforeseen
and often dealt with alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This,
coupled with issues listed before, are a recipe for dysfunction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">What do those fighting the war
think?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When searching “morale of
soldiers in Afghanistan”, the most recent article I found was from a year ago,
immediately following the death of bin Laden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In 2005, sixty-six percent of soldiers reported high morale, compared to
forty-seven percent, as reported in May of 2011 (Zoroya).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“More than half of those surveyed said they
had killed the enemy, and 75 percent-80 percent described the death or wounding
of a buddy” (Zoroya).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, think of all
that has taken place in the last twelve months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>How is one expected to give their all to something that they aren’t sure
about?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, they’ve trained for
this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But at some point the mind takes
over conditioned training, and interferes with personal morale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though they are instructed through combat
training, it is naïve to think one may continue normalcy after witnessing a comrade
being injured or killed by an IED (improved explosion device).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soldiers aren’t robots; they’re humans, after
all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">All of this leads to complications of the
psychological perspective.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have all
heard of Abu Ghraib, U.S. soldiers burning Korans, and the shooting spree of an
American soldier in Kandahar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While I am
utterly disgusted by all of these events, one must step back and realize that
though many of these actions were conscious, some had to be the result of
psychosis on some level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Repeated deployments
paired with the stigma of mental health discrepancies causes troops to go
without seeking help for various problems; particularly PTSD (Posttraumatic
Stress Disorder) and suicidal thoughts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As one can surmise, a soldier may continue to serve while unfit to do
so, becoming a danger to her/himself, her/his fellow soldiers, and, in the
recent case of Kandahar, civilians.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">For families of those in uniform, and the
GIs themselves, war brings about difficulties that otherwise would not
exist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>True, members of the military
enlist or commission to serve their country against threats foreign and
domestic, but the very act of war, especially when served in more than one
deployment, the stigma of mental health and getting help, and the lack of
resources available to hurting soldiers lead to a view that this war (not
mentioning Iraq) has dragged on long enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">The second point I would like to cover is
the lost sense of mission and purpose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In no way do I mean this in regards to the military - our military
leaders are excellent at motivating troops and fighting until the end.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rather I mean, the American public, who see
very little coverage of the happenings in Afghanistan, unless a Koran is being
defaced or civilians are being massacred by one of our own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will never forget watching a documentary on
PBS entitled “Obama’s War”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last night I
streamed it again, and the same feelings came flooding back as I watched
Marines that were no older than my husband in an intense firefight against the
Taliban in the Helmand Province.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the
most defining moment, to me at least, a marine is shot in the neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His comrades call out for medics and are
eerily prepared as they remove him from the battlefield.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The man died, and I watched his friends
briefly mourn his passing and head back to the fight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My point here is, these images are kept from mainstream
media.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are seen as incongruous and
too obscene for the nightly news, but it is these exact images that give a
purpose and name to the very conflict we are in. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">Coverage of the war is minimal among
mainstream media.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The average American
tunes in to the nightly news, CNN in the mornings, or heaven forbid, the
atrocious sideshow known as “Fox and Friends” and other shows on the
network.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here they may hear sound bites
of politicians arguing either for or against the war with very little to back
it up, the number of troops killed in the last month or to date (if they’re lucky),
or debates on the withdrawal date.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
just hopped over to the media outlet most Americans frequent, CNN.com, and
didn’t even find the word “Afghanistan” on the homepage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They do, however, have a link titled “Bin
Laden dyed hair, on Viagra”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You know,
only the essentials.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of
reporting on American military deaths, conditions in which they’re fighting,
progress made, and difficulties in completing the mission, they’d rather
address a deceased tyrant’s physical appearance and sex life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a way you can’t fault CNN, because I’m
sure plenty of Americans are reading this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Still, the fact that not a single story on Afghanistan is mentioned on
the homepage is repulsive and appalling to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">Those of us who read <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">BBC</i>, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Al Jazeera</i>, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The New York Times</i>, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Army Times</i>, and other more notable sources are more informed on the
issue of Afghanistan and U.S. involvement, for better or for worse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I weekly do my research on current war zones
to stay conversant, as it is my hobby as well as my job, being a student of
International Relations and a friend to several soldiers serving across the
world. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John Doe, however, doesn’t have
the same motivation and interest as me to remain connected to this issue, so he
counts on the six o’clock news to keep him up-to-date.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadly, very rarely will coverage of
Afghanistan, the progress being made along with mistakes, ever make it into the
living rooms of millions of Americans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This leaves many ill informed, but also questioning our mission.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That being said, even knowing more than the
typical American on this subject matter, I’m left questioning why we’re in
Afghanistan, and I know many of those who fight do the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If the majority of my countrywomen and men
knew that their tax dollars had gone to pay off warlords, do you think they
would be supporting sending our men and women to war?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Probably not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Also, I’d like to think that most Americans are aware that we found and
captured Osama bin Laden, a name synonymous with terror in the Western
Hemisphere, in Pakistan, not even the country we’ve occupied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Naturally, this leads to confusion and
mistrust on behalf of our government, particularly when situations such as the
Kandahar shooting occur, questioning our mission and ultimate goal in a war
that has lasted far too long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">Finally, something most of us can agree on, rehabilitating
our economy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As of June 2011, the United
States had spent at least $3.7 trillion in the wars in Afghanistan, Pakistan,
and Iraq (“Daily Mail”).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the same
time, Congress was debating how to balance our budget, a tenth of which is
spent on the war (“Daily Mail”).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last
month an article was published in th<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">e
Washington Post</i>, stating, “</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;">The U.S. military expects that sustaining the
Afghan army and police forces after the planned withdrawal of American combat
forces in 2014 will cost about $4</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;">billion a
year and that most of that money will have to come from the United States and
other outside donors” (Jaffe).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though I
believe the Obama Administration is doing their best to responsibly withdraw
from Afghanistan, cutting their Afghan spending to $5.7 billion in 2013, this
year they have projected funds to reach $11.2 billion (Jaffe).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though he advocates military cutbacks and
withdrawing from Afghanistan, not to mention voting entirely against the war in
Iraq, President Obama has spent more on the military than any other president
in the last fifty years (Korb, Conley, and Rothman).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’d be willing to wager he has spent more on
wars than any other U.S. president in history.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Most of this is because once a war is started, you must keep up and
continue the fight, progressing and rebuilding infrastructure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still, I find it ironic. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;">Americans today are struggling,
for the first time, more than the previous generation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those who have grown up the American way (with
credit cards, fast food, electronics, technology, you know, the “I want it NOW”
culture) are finding themselves owing student loans, without health insurance,
retirement, jobs, and oftentimes, money to pay the rent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Imagine you are fresh out of college and owe
student loans, finally got a job that pays just over minimum wage with no
benefits, and have a spouse with no job as well as a baby to feed and
clothe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These scenarios vary, but the
thoughts are often the same – “Why can’t the U.S. government be held
accountable when I am?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“How can
trillions be spent on a war we don’t even know we’ll win when millions of
people don’t have health care, education is falling more and more behind, and I
can hardly pay my bills?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;">All in all, now more than ever,
Americans want their loved ones home from tours of duty, want a military budget
that makes sense and can be held accountable, and an answer to why we are still
in Afghanistan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These three factors have
led to a decrease in support of the war in Afghanistan, not the troops that fight
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still, because of the lack of
confirmation towards the conflict, the very women and men that put their lives
on the line question their duty to the cause, leading to a drop in morale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With more and more civilians and military
alike questioning our nation’s motives in a region peppered with extremists
just waiting for us to leave so they may return to wreak havoc, U.S. officials
cannot help but evaluate our presence and purpose in Afghanistan. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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American ProgressWeb. 4 May 2012. <a href="http://www.americanprogress.org/issues/2011/07/historical_defense_budget.htl">http://www.americanprogress.org/issues/2011/07/historical_defense_budget.htl</a>.</span><span style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-no-proof: yes;"> *pretty stellar link*</span></div>
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