<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:45:36.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fantastically Impossible Life As Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey through motherhood, times three.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-3827888501038466309</id><published>2010-07-19T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:05:01.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaps and Bounds</title><summary type='text'>Ava has grown SO much! She's already 11lbs 11ozs.... that's 4 lbs since her birthday 2 months ago! AMAZING! You would think with all the GERD issues she wouldn't be so big, but apparently with all the vomiting she has no issue.

My tween is getting very anxious for middle school. I've been prepping her and myself for all to come: peer pressure, boys, cliques, make up, etc... I'm sure she'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3827888501038466309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/07/leaps-and-bounds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/3827888501038466309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/3827888501038466309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/07/leaps-and-bounds.html' title='Leaps and Bounds'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-8133267602816485445</id><published>2010-07-06T21:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:58:41.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling Act</title><summary type='text'>I must say, my baby is SO easygoing. She sleeps through the night, doesn't cry and smiles ALL day. But boy is it hard to juggle her needs and the needs of a tween and 6-year-old! She wants to swim in the deep end of the pool (ie 12 feet), while he needs to be in the 3.5 feet and Ava shouldn't even be outside! I make do.

So I went to the library with the kids. We were looking for summer reading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8133267602816485445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/07/juggling-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8133267602816485445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8133267602816485445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/07/juggling-act.html' title='Juggling Act'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-4322147953368105269</id><published>2010-06-30T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T08:56:54.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I got paid for all I do I would be a millionare</title><summary type='text'>Motherhood is such a full-time, nonstop job.

My baby was sleeping mostly through the night, but reflux got the best of her.  We switched formulas...leading to many, many (MANY) trips to feed her last night. Luckily, she seems much more content. She is no longer wailing after eating and isn't throwing up everything I give her!

It's amazing to see how much she has changed within these last 7 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4322147953368105269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-i-got-paid-for-all-i-do-i-would-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4322147953368105269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4322147953368105269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-i-got-paid-for-all-i-do-i-would-be.html' title='If I got paid for all I do I would be a millionare'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-815017023255147359</id><published>2010-06-09T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:45:23.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month down...</title><summary type='text'>My goodness how time flies! I can't even begin to explain how busy I've become...well I guess it's obvious since I have once again begin MIA from the cyber world. I will make more efforts, namely at the end of my long days.

Here's the quick rundown... Ava is already a month old! She is now 9lbs 8oz and growing by the second. She's still quite "boring" by the kids' standards, but she has settled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/815017023255147359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-month-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/815017023255147359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/815017023255147359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-month-down.html' title='1 month down...'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-4447994324597404028</id><published>2010-05-18T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:18:14.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><summary type='text'>So I've been M.I.A. since Mother's Day, but not without reason! I FINALLY had my baby!!!! She was born on Tuesday, May 11th at 10:53 p.m. at a HUGE 7lbs 11oz. This is the same child that was averaging 5lbs 11 oz less then 3 weeks ago! She gained 2 pounds in 3 weeks! Her name is Ava Analucia. 

Being late with NO sign of impending labor, I decided to go ahead and get induced. Boy was that both a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4447994324597404028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4447994324597404028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4447994324597404028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-9214367539985692172</id><published>2010-05-09T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:03:03.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is the day I am SUPPOSED to have my baby. But she has decided so far that that is not an option. She is extremely stubborn already... kind of makes me worry! She is definitely a Taurus.

I'm glad she took her time in utero. She has finally gained weight and is mostly fitting into the standard norms of what a baby should weigh. SHe gained roughly 27 ounces in 3 weeks which is amazing. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/9214367539985692172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/9214367539985692172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/9214367539985692172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-4124992848362824202</id><published>2010-04-30T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:30:04.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Editing</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that people ALWAYS feel the urge to say whatever is on their mind to pregnant women? No matter how harsh or how insensitive, people have NO problem saying whatever they want. I've had it all said to me from... "Wow! You're nose has really spread!"  to  "Why are you still pregnant?! Aren't you going to give birth already?"  to "Boy you've gotten HUGE all the sudden!"

I just can't grasp </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4124992848362824202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-editing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4124992848362824202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4124992848362824202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-editing.html' title='Word Editing'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-8653742683366186328</id><published>2010-04-18T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:08:00.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy Pants</title><summary type='text'>My daughter was THE cutest thing as a baby and toddler. Her blonde ringlets bounced across her head and her smile was contagious. She was always so sweet and kind. Then she turned 9. I really don't know what happened at that point. Does anyone else out there feel like their daughter woke up on the wrong side of the bed from 9 on?

I used to wonder if I somehow "screwed up" being that I was young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8653742683366186328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/sassy-pants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8653742683366186328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8653742683366186328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/sassy-pants.html' title='Sassy Pants'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-5480146357982832030</id><published>2010-04-16T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:27:28.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut</title><summary type='text'>Just back from the sono/ biophysical profile.  Dj is now 5lbs 11 ozs! She has FINALLY grown. Sadly that keeps her in the 19th percentile. At least she's not under 5 anymore.

Countdown is on... 9 more days. The doctor advised that I don't go past that date since she's not a vigorous grower. We'll have to wait and see. I was 1cm on Monday, with many crampy episodes since then so I'm sure I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5480146357982832030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/peanut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/5480146357982832030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/5480146357982832030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/peanut.html' title='Peanut'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-6275571488563978240</id><published>2010-04-11T10:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:17:17.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You win some, you lose some</title><summary type='text'>My daughter's fastpitch softball team (which I still coach at 9 months preggers) had their first game yesterday. Unfortunately, we lost :/ 

I hate when "my girls" lose-- they get so down on themselves! They did play to the best of their abilities which is what matters most since they are in a recreational league, but try telling them that! I definitely need to find a way to get them pumped for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6275571488563978240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/6275571488563978240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/6275571488563978240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html' title='You win some, you lose some'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-3445315428988498240</id><published>2010-04-10T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:32:00.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Bound</title><summary type='text'>15 days to go and I am so excited. I have that "I must clean everything in sight" feeling again so I'm going with it... just wish my energy level would stay up (how long does it take for all these supplements to work?!)

I've started to contemplate belly binding post baby. Has anyone tried it? Any suggestions? I'll stick with my yoga and pilates post baby. But I don't want to strain my muscles! I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3445315428988498240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/belly-bound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/3445315428988498240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/3445315428988498240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/belly-bound.html' title='Belly Bound'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-4427193282000116791</id><published>2010-04-06T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:51:22.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Downhill</title><summary type='text'>This pregnancy has been SO easy, I sometimes "forget" that I am pregnant... well not really since there IS an extra 20 pound basketball shoved in my shirt! I have gained very little. I'm carrying "well."
I haven't suffered any side-effects... it's been smooth sailing, for the most part...

So how is it that suddenly I am plummeting downhill? It's like my body just said "That's it! I give up!" I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4427193282000116791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/downhill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4427193282000116791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4427193282000116791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/downhill.html' title='Downhill'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-5793805315404428730</id><published>2010-03-30T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:40:18.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><summary type='text'>It is now imminent... I NEED a van and I need one now! With just about 26 days left to go before we meet DJ I have decided to bite the bullet and surrender to the almighty minivan. I have been going back and forth with this dilemma for months and I can't see any way around it. It seems that I must be getting old when "coolness" is being sacrificed for convenience.

Oh well...

Any suggestions?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5793805315404428730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/surrender.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/5793805315404428730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/5793805315404428730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-6933698342865862421</id><published>2010-03-29T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:09:13.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><summary type='text'>I've been M.I.A. for about two weeks; been getting ready for baby and dealing with all of life's curveballs. I am officially 9 months pregnant and boy do I feel like it--- fatigue, exhaustion, leg cramps. I feel and look like I swallowed a basketball!

I was joking with my 5-year-old the other day...I said I think I really swallowed a basketball instead of have a baby in there. The next morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6933698342865862421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/6933698342865862421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/6933698342865862421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-7963780662779749484</id><published>2010-03-15T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:43:15.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>41 days to go &amp; how nesting is controlling my life!</title><summary type='text'>My journey through pregnancy is almost over! It seems like just yesterday I found out that I was expecting DJ-- now I'm about 41 days from finally meeting her.

I had a dream about her name last night... I was sitting with Ben (my hubby) and he kept insisting on the name Abigail, Abby for short. I was so sad; I like the name, but not for my daughter. I kept pleading with him but I just settled. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7963780662779749484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/41-days-to-go-how-nesting-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/7963780662779749484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/7963780662779749484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/41-days-to-go-how-nesting-is.html' title='41 days to go &amp; how nesting is controlling my life!'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-6444064981715538773</id><published>2010-03-11T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:14:59.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostage</title><summary type='text'>My blog was being held hostage by  a third-party spammer! My co-worker was so kind as to let me know that I was now endorsing a site for "cheap pharmaceuticals."  I luckily am somewhat computer savvy and rescued my words from said spammer.

For those that were baffled by my sudden "urge" to announce the latest supply of Vicodin, it really wasn't me!


So on to other things....
I went in to see DJ</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6444064981715538773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/hostage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/6444064981715538773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/6444064981715538773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/hostage.html' title='Hostage'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-3243046737573990423</id><published>2010-03-02T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:01:50.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival of the Fittest</title><summary type='text'>So my daughter is now officially 11-years-old, which means I can't tell people I'm 22 anymore. *sigh* We had a great time at Earth Treks in Rockville. We had never been there before; my daughter saw it in the Source Book and HAD to go. Her friends had such a great time and her fearless 5-year-old brother raced past most of the girls straight up the 40-foot wall!

He's the coolest:


Why is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3243046737573990423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/survival-of-fittest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/3243046737573990423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/3243046737573990423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/survival-of-fittest.html' title='Survival of the Fittest'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S400Ilad-9I/AAAAAAAAABk/g4zmwbeBkkQ/s72-c/earthtreks_ty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-2391654357762127297</id><published>2010-02-24T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:42:28.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it spring yet?</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I received one of those dreaded text alerts-- from "411911". (fyi...It's a free text service through Montgomery County that alerts residents in the event of an emergency or impending bad weather) Everytime I get one of these texts a couple feet of snow gets dumped in our area. I was excited to see just a hint of grass when driving around town Tuesday. My yard on the other hand still has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2391654357762127297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-spring-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2391654357762127297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2391654357762127297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-spring-yet.html' title='Is it spring yet?'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-6863992639389565841</id><published>2010-02-20T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:56:42.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Talk"</title><summary type='text'>So I just received a letter from Zoë's school asking if I would let her participate in the "Family Life" unit at her school. I knew this was coming, but I'm still not ready for it! Why does my 10, but soon-to-be, 11-year-old need the talk already? She doesn't even like boys! "Family Life" is sex ed. for those of you that don't know.

Ben insists that I sit her down beforehand and explain things, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6863992639389565841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/6863992639389565841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/6863992639389565841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/talk.html' title='&quot;The Talk&quot;'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-2442647273930469934</id><published>2010-02-15T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:51:17.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Polls Are OPEN....</title><summary type='text'>Ok. Here is yet ANOTHER edition of the "What should I name my peanut, besides peanut?" poll. I love suggestions, comments and critiques, so please feel free to do so!

Ready... set.... VOTE !


And no, Aunt Katie, she won't be named Katherine ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2442647273930469934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/polls-are-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2442647273930469934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2442647273930469934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/polls-are-open.html' title='The Polls Are OPEN....'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-409333909444727066</id><published>2010-02-10T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:10:24.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEST Chocolate Chip Cookies... Hands Down</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that the snow makes me feel like baking (and baking and baking...)? Yesterday it was fantastic knot rolls (unseeded) from cooking light. Today, THE BEST chocolate chip cookies. (I add BOTH white and semi-sweet chips and use pecans instead of walnuts.)

If it doesn't stop snowing soon, I may gain 20 pounds! I know I'm pregnant, but that'd be a bit much for one week. ;)

I've made my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/409333909444727066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-chocolate-chip-cookies-hands-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/409333909444727066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/409333909444727066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-chocolate-chip-cookies-hands-down.html' title='The BEST Chocolate Chip Cookies... Hands Down'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-586350082874329536</id><published>2010-02-09T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:08:29.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again....</title><summary type='text'>What do you get when you dump 3 feet of snow on my town, then add 2 more feet...? No school for one week. My kids are jumping out of the skin with excitement. I'm okay with it as long as the power stays on!

I went to the grocery store yesterday to find NO PRODUCE, 2 gallons of milk and no eggs. The manager said they were having problems getting people to deliver food. I grabbed what I could to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/586350082874329536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/586350082874329536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/586350082874329536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again....'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-8574233634310007434</id><published>2010-02-05T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:33:47.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWMAGEDDON...</title><summary type='text'>DC has officially SHUT DOWN. The forecast of 30" of snow is bringing great panic. The snow is pouring down and boy is it beautiful! Glad to be snowed in... minus the fact that my 5-year-old has strep and my 10-year-old has an attitude. We'll make this work.

Poor Ty woke up this morning telling me he was choking on his own spit and it HURT. (insert tears) He's not like most children; most kids, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8574233634310007434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowmageddon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8574233634310007434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8574233634310007434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowmageddon.html' title='SNOWMAGEDDON...'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-4935771065119158203</id><published>2010-02-04T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:34:40.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowpocalypse... Take II</title><summary type='text'>TP?... Check! Food?... Check! Movies??... Check! Books?... Check! I don't know about you, but I am WELL prepared for this one! The weathermen aren't going to fool me with their "1-2 inches of snow." I just got the alert text; 16-24" of snow expected, again! Since when did I move to Alaska?
The grocery store was fine this morning. I went after I dropped off the kids to avoid the panic.  My poor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4935771065119158203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowpocalypse-take-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4935771065119158203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4935771065119158203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowpocalypse-take-ii.html' title='Snowpocalypse... Take II'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-8617020797124905905</id><published>2010-02-02T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:21:39.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, baby</title><summary type='text'>Here's another edition of "What should we name our baby?!" Click here to vote on your favorite baby (girl) name. Comments are welcome!

This is the first poll for girl's names. Stay tuned for more....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8617020797124905905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8617020797124905905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8617020797124905905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-baby.html' title='Baby, baby'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-8547084499135705833</id><published>2010-02-02T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:32:34.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(MOM)ME Time!</title><summary type='text'>I started taking yoga the first week of January; once per week. I've officially decided it should become the official pastime for ALL moms! It has really given me such a sense of inner peace. I know... some of you probably think that sounds frou-frou, but practicing yoga makes me not want to tear out my hair when #1 &amp; #2 begin to "debate" (ie argue, fuss, fight, you get my drift).

I am now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8547084499135705833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/momme-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8547084499135705833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8547084499135705833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/momme-time.html' title='(MOM)ME Time!'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-2800286188726796744</id><published>2010-01-27T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:52:35.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing the Clock</title><summary type='text'>I went to my daughter's middle school orientation last night and all I can say is "WOW!" First off, am I really old enough to have a middle school student?! I know... I was there for her birth, but where did the time go? I am just getting used to the idea that she is less then a month from being 11! Secondly, is a 6th grader REALLY ready for middle school? It's a lot of pressure on them and they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2800286188726796744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/racing-clock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2800286188726796744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2800286188726796744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/racing-clock.html' title='Racing the Clock'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S2B5vKbwtVI/AAAAAAAAABc/6IMlw38iGV8/s72-c/BABY_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-841351232827729151</id><published>2010-01-20T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:11:01.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sneak Peek</title><summary type='text'>7:30 p.m. couldn't come quickly enough. After an excruciatingly LONG day, I finally went to my sonogram appointment last night. 

I chose Stork Vision in the Kentlands to see my baby bean. What an amazing experience! This is my third child, but my first time doing this and I am SO glad I did. My husband hasn't felt any strong connection to the baby yet (since DJ is in my tummy), but now he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/841351232827729151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/sneak-peek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/841351232827729151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/841351232827729151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/sneak-peek.html' title='A Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-52404356547306916</id><published>2010-01-19T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:04:05.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the World Through 3D Glasses</title><summary type='text'>I CAN NOT WAIT!!!! Tonight we find out if we are having a boy or a girl! The anticipation is killing me!

We found a pleasant looking place (Stork Vision ) not too far from my house for the 3D/4D event. My OB actually knew Chelsea  (the owner) and said she is really fantastic. I created a baby poll for those that want to take one.... Guess my baby's gender. Click here for the poll.

I have my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/52404356547306916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/seeing-world-through-3d-glasses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/52404356547306916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/52404356547306916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/seeing-world-through-3d-glasses.html' title='Seeing the World Through 3D Glasses'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-8663393454814153774</id><published>2010-01-19T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:22:33.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surreal Life</title><summary type='text'>Is it just me or is time moving really, REALLY quickly! It's nearing the end of January already, but I just decorated for Christmas "yesterday." Ok... maybe not yesterday.
I'm somewhat nervous I won't have "DJ's" space ready in time! It just seems like every time I blink I've lost a few days. We also need to getting the $$ together to finish the basement, so we can finish the playroom, move the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8663393454814153774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/surreal-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8663393454814153774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8663393454814153774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/surreal-life.html' title='The Surreal Life'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-2081938588823733368</id><published>2010-01-13T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:15:07.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ needs a name!</title><summary type='text'>Boy or girl? That's the most popular question right now. We still don't know, but we have our appointment at Stork Vision next Tuesday!

I strongly believe it's a boy (hopefully my gut isn't wrong!). Click here for a quick baby boy name poll. I'll be posting these polls randomly throughout the rest of my pregnancy. My favorites (and yours) will make it to the FINAL ROUND in April!

Thanks for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2081938588823733368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/dj-needs-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2081938588823733368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2081938588823733368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/dj-needs-name.html' title='DJ needs a name!'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-8177515520106778138</id><published>2010-01-12T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:16:05.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To sleep or not to sleep(over)</title><summary type='text'>My daughter is turning 11 in about 46 days, but she is WELL on her way to tween-hood. She came home today asking if she could go hang out this weekend at her "good" friend's house and of course I obliged.

But now she wants to sleepover. 

I've never met this kid's parents and only just talked on the phone with her mom once. I don't know the slightest about them: Is it the mom and dad or just the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8177515520106778138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-sleep-or-not-to-sleepover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8177515520106778138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8177515520106778138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-sleep-or-not-to-sleepover.html' title='To sleep or not to sleep(over)'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-297928294738421626</id><published>2010-01-11T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:29:17.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Attack</title><summary type='text'>One thing I never thought I would say in MY ENTIRE LIFE is that I LOVE Mondays! Shocking...I know. Every Monday, I head down to my son's class to volunteer for 4 hours. His teacher, Ms. Hobbs, is so great with them and I adore watching all the 5- and 6-year-olds interacting with each other. Their conversations crack me up!

Monday is also art day for his class. I get to be there while they paint </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/297928294738421626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/297928294738421626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/297928294738421626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-attack.html' title='Art Attack'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-400632537854675117</id><published>2010-01-06T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:26:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 20 (10)!</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Time really seems to be flying by. It was only 10 years ago when everyone was freaking out about the imminent Y2K disaster. Now, here we are, 20-10, with that as a distant memory. Now I get to worry about "real" things-- what to make my son for lunch that he will ACTUALLY eat, ADHD, tics, stretch marks and other fun stuff.

Pregnancy can be a pain in the butt-- literally! My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/400632537854675117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-2-0-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/400632537854675117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/400632537854675117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-2-0-10.html' title='The Big 20 (10)!'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-8816445714377378811</id><published>2009-12-31T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:08:53.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ewwww, Broccoli"</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that my 5-year-old son insists on arguing over EVERY meal?! It's tiring-- three times a day, seven days a week. I understand that each child is different, but how come his 10-year-old sister will eat mussels, sushi, olives and really almost anything I put in front of her! How did I go so wrong the second time around? Oddly, he'll eat mussels, clams, crabs and calamari, but that becomes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8816445714377378811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/ewwww-broccoli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8816445714377378811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/8816445714377378811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/ewwww-broccoli.html' title='&quot;Ewwww, Broccoli&quot;'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-2974823819803669540</id><published>2009-12-26T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:07:02.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><summary type='text'>So today I went in search of a new vehicle, one to house our ever growing family. My 10-year-old and 5-year-old both want a three-row car to transport the five of us-- they refuse to brush elbows in my current Accord. We looked into Honda's, our personal preference, but came to a roadblock. My husband and I don't see eye-to-eye on what to purchase. He wants practical and I want stylish AND </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2974823819803669540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/surrender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2974823819803669540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2974823819803669540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-4564213331157172644</id><published>2009-12-24T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:24:25.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday mayhem and my sanity</title><summary type='text'>My head has been in a constant whirlwind since the weekend.  Ah the holidays...

We had family party number one last night at my house, ChrismaHanukkah; found out my sister-in-law will be having a baby four months after me... SO EXCITING! The two rugrats can grow up together :) My other kids didn't have that closeness with their cousins (all of which are WAY older or WAY younger). I still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4564213331157172644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-mayhem-and-my-sanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4564213331157172644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/4564213331157172644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-mayhem-and-my-sanity.html' title='Holiday mayhem and my sanity'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094834218960128776.post-2405220565471750075</id><published>2009-12-20T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:13:18.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><summary type='text'>Any mom can tell you that life changes SO much after children. My mother tried to warn me, but nothing can really prepare you for the journey until you hit the road. 


My first child, Zoe, was born nearly 11 years ago. She was "my payback" as mom my likes to put it. Mind you, I wasn't THAT bad, but those words still resonate to this day, especially as the "tween" attitude kicks in. (Thanks mom) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2405220565471750075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2405220565471750075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094834218960128776/posts/default/2405220565471750075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallyimpossiblelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02805834619603622823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QT5PUSUbEpk/S_PnYIX1k-I/AAAAAAAAABs/4Jb29GKgM0c/S220/ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
