<?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-5476003891616397446</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:30:17.429-07:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='MJ'/><category term='announcement'/><category term='baby'/><category term='trips'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='punkins'/><category term='family'/><category term='neck'/><category term='desert life'/><category term='visitors'/><category term='mothering'/><category term='update'/><category term='car'/><category term='friends'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>It's me and you never know what you'll get!</title><subtitle type='html'>Random ramblings from a very happy new Mommy in Arizona :).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-7932603751878180861</id><published>2009-05-30T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:51:27.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><title type='text'>Before I was a mom (the reason why I have issues blogging! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sn113w.snt113.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.199/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d83ab1072-9534-4fa4-aa1d-cf7f367884b5.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDEuZ2lm%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a3281C3C784C1471695EBAC0EF5EB22EB%2540Voorhies&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.24.8&amp;amp;d=d6475&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_d0ac9838ed32e07368e02045962d7713d492fc5a6140d93e849e40a6b8175c2d" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://sn113w.snt113.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.199/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3dfcfbadac-6dd4-417d-a2a4-e618c8f79b25.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDIuZ2lm%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253aC378E3BB80C645CE8BFC60BD8ED66509%2540Voorhies&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.24.8&amp;amp;d=d6475&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_d0ac9838ed32e07368e02045962d7713d492fc5a6140d93e849e40a6b8175c2d" /&gt;                                            &lt;img alt="image001.gif" src="http://sn113w.snt113.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.199/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d34ca36f4-4a0f-4bf6-a2c2-ae777046812b.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3daW1hZ2UwMDMuZ2lm%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253aE985B7AE67774ADE9DBA7673C6337273%2540Voorhies&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.24.8&amp;amp;d=d6475&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_d0ac9838ed32e07368e02045962d7713d492fc5a6140d93e849e40a6b8175c2d" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 66, 0);"&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 66, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys&lt;br /&gt;or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not&lt;br /&gt;my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on.&lt;br /&gt;Pooped on.&lt;br /&gt;Chewed on.&lt;br /&gt;Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming child&lt;br /&gt;so doctors could do tests.&lt;br /&gt;Or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night&lt;br /&gt;watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;when I couldn't stop the hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I never knew that something so small&lt;br /&gt;could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 66, 0);"&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;having my heart outside my body..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel&lt;br /&gt;to feed a hungry baby..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond&lt;br /&gt;between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small&lt;br /&gt;could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth,&lt;br /&gt;the joy,&lt;br /&gt;the love,&lt;br /&gt;the heartache,&lt;br /&gt;the wonderment&lt;br /&gt;or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,&lt;br /&gt;before I was a Mom .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-7932603751878180861?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/7932603751878180861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=7932603751878180861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/7932603751878180861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/7932603751878180861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2009/05/before-i-was-mom-reason-why-i-have.html' title='Before I was a mom (the reason why I have issues blogging! :))'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-5881471357482261303</id><published>2008-11-04T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:08:40.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to remind anyone who comes across this today to go and get your vote on! :) This election is historical and we all need to get our opinions out there, even if they differ from my own.  Just go do it! I did and I don't regret it and wish that God's will be done through this election and that some changes will come to our country. Good luck to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-5881471357482261303?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/5881471357482261303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=5881471357482261303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5881471357482261303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5881471357482261303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote.html' title='VOTE!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-1170836120243633788</id><published>2008-09-25T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:21:18.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>explanation</title><content type='html'>So apparently I can't figure out blogger and my new blog is below the last one, just in case you are confused--so enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-1170836120243633788?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/1170836120243633788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=1170836120243633788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/1170836120243633788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/1170836120243633788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2008/09/explanation.html' title='explanation'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-2536578629839618840</id><published>2008-08-15T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:49:54.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>sorry!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know it's been over 3 months since my last post.  Life is good, Mackenzie's growing and learning so fast that I can barely keep up with her.  I promise that tonight when Matt gets home I'll post pics and more stories for ya'll to see! This time I really will do it, too!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-2536578629839618840?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/2536578629839618840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=2536578629839618840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/2536578629839618840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/2536578629839618840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry.html' title='sorry!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-4667277018005168064</id><published>2008-07-31T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:30.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I said I'd update about a month ago, and I did start updating- I promise and this is the finished product.  Pictures are in reverse order coz blogger is weird and I couldn't figure it out.  But life here in AZ is going fairly well.  Mackenzie is moving around and growing like crazy.  I'm sure she'll be walking before she turns 1 in November.  She is constantly surprising us and making us laugh.  She is such a ham! Just like her daddy because as you all know, I am such a serious person and never do anything fun! ;) But here are pictures, I hope they make you happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMb1GL3KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IefImS8m22s/s1600-h/CIMG3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMb1GL3KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IefImS8m22s/s320/CIMG3346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249381250414402722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved my balloon hat Daddy made me, I couldn't stop trying to look at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMcI6Zv8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ELgneD_hP9s/s1600-h/CIMG3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMcI6Zv8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ELgneD_hP9s/s320/CIMG3383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249381255733690306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and I are going to work out in the yard in our "keep the sweat off your forehead and out of your eyes" rags-that's what he calls them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMcY84M4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZVCZCgq1N2Q/s1600-h/CIMG3373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMcY84M4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZVCZCgq1N2Q/s320/CIMG3373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249381260039041922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another one of me in my balloon hat, isn't my daddy talented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMctH4JZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xqCSQ4B4hO0/s1600-h/CIMG3378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMctH4JZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xqCSQ4B4hO0/s320/CIMG3378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249381265453884818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the local fair and Matt held her up to pet all the animals, she was loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMdM43MOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/n_b4RUO1sU0/s1600-h/CIMG3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMdM43MOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/n_b4RUO1sU0/s320/CIMG3354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249381273980842210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stacy, Sarah and I in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNl9ydm4FTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JJoLWvuXpqE/s1600-h/CIMG3322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNl9ydm4FTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JJoLWvuXpqE/s320/CIMG3322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249365146571642162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mackenzie loves to play with the dog food and water and take the food and watch it float in the water-so gross!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNl9y80wlJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/K-4Od_M3J_M/s1600-h/CIMG3334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNl9y80wlJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/K-4Od_M3J_M/s320/CIMG3334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249365154951369874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helping her daddy practice for the Wednesday night service at our church where he leads the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNl9y_B4aJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CmepUthiS2s/s1600-h/CIMG3339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNl9y_B4aJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CmepUthiS2s/s320/CIMG3339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249365155543279762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A side view of my new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNl9zK3-uPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H6IL3yUN_PY/s1600-h/CIMG3338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNl9zK3-uPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H6IL3yUN_PY/s320/CIMG3338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249365158722975986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A goofy front view of the new haircut-don't know what's going on with my face, so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjDDtjoII/AAAAAAAAAFY/wLNcXyyFZvw/s1600-h/CIMG3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjDDtjoII/AAAAAAAAAFY/wLNcXyyFZvw/s320/CIMG3302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249265376119988354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mackenzie in her boat in our pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjD2J35NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lBwQ0RvXtgA/s1600-h/CIMG3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjD2J35NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lBwQ0RvXtgA/s320/CIMG3308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249265389660529874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to dance to any music, even just Matt trying to beat box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjET6EABI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8sfuFVacL9k/s1600-h/CIMG3320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjET6EABI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8sfuFVacL9k/s320/CIMG3320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249265397647278098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to hang out in the laundry basket while I fold everything, it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjErjz51I/AAAAAAAAAFw/EmL6jKiZz2M/s1600-h/CIMG3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjErjz51I/AAAAAAAAAFw/EmL6jKiZz2M/s320/CIMG3316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249265403996399442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AAHH!! 3 boats in a 6 foot long pool is a major traffic jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjFBait7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/K-_EOioZL8k/s1600-h/IMGP4231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNkjFBait7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/K-_EOioZL8k/s320/IMGP4231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249265409863104434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mackenzie and Quinn (her new bestfriend) with his Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKI1lBGEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t4zvidBpRGk/s1600-h/S7300051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKI1lBGEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t4zvidBpRGk/s320/S7300051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248956512637884482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Adam and Aunt Trina (her godparents) with us at Mackenzie's baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKJCa3P-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/IK26RLpq8Gc/s1600-h/S7300058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKJCa3P-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/IK26RLpq8Gc/s320/S7300058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248956516084957154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her new toy that looks like a watering can that she would eat the spout of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKJSyKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/iKIGrHMeG0U/s1600-h/S7300066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKJSyKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/iKIGrHMeG0U/s320/S7300066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248956520477648786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Auntie Sarah W at Red Robin, they got along great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKJglyIFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/R7wYrDjWUTA/s1600-h/S7300070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKJglyIFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/R7wYrDjWUTA/s320/S7300070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248956524183822418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Megan at her graduation from EWU. Go Eags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKJ9gGvtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/307Ao1MNgWE/s1600-h/S7300072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNgKJ9gGvtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/307Ao1MNgWE/s320/S7300072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248956531944636114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mackenzie and Megan in their "stunna shades".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJL_wWi5LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/z3cWBB2KiEg/s1600-h/CIMG3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJL_wWi5LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/z3cWBB2KiEg/s320/CIMG3221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229325676013872306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty pretty princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJMAMOdToI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GMGP9Fvq4-s/s1600-h/P1000262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJMAMOdToI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GMGP9Fvq4-s/s320/P1000262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229325683496144514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiling for the camera at my (gretchen's) birthday party in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJMAmzggZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4jAbe0zPcK0/s1600-h/P1000263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJMAmzggZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4jAbe0zPcK0/s320/P1000263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229325690630865298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Derek with Mackenzie and Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJMA4bzP8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y_rnBPvVceo/s1600-h/P5100184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJMA4bzP8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y_rnBPvVceo/s320/P5100184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229325695363268546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and Julie with Quinn and Mackenzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJMBAjbn5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Bc2ATvtYBf4/s1600-h/P5310201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SJJMBAjbn5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Bc2ATvtYBf4/s320/P5310201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229325697542758290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quinn and Mackenzie advertizing for Margarita Time at Chilli's Restaurant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are all the pictures for all of you who have been asking.  I promise I will try to do better at the updating.  I love you all and hope to hear from you soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-4667277018005168064?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/4667277018005168064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=4667277018005168064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/4667277018005168064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/4667277018005168064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SNmMb1GL3KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IefImS8m22s/s72-c/CIMG3346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-1475043466205235824</id><published>2008-05-06T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:35.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visitors'/><title type='text'>no voice, happy baby</title><content type='html'>So I got some crazy allergies here. They are driving me craaazy! I don't have a voice and am full of the wonderful little nasty men you see on tv in the Mucinex commercials. :( Not so much fun. And the baby doesn't know what to do with me. She's gotten used to me blowing my nose every 5 minutes, but the not having a voice thing makes her look at me like "You look like my mommy, but you don't sound like her, so I'm not sure if you are her or not..." which is a totally entertaining look. On another note, my dad was here for almost 2 weeks and it was so much fun! I never realized how much I miss that crazy man until he is here and then gone again :(. But he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be offered a church down here in AZ, so that would be fun (for me at least!). Having family closer than a plane ride away is something I thought I could only dream about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOh! baby note! She's been sitting up on her own for almost a month now, it's really fun! She had decided to skip the rolling over part and go straight to sitting up (until Sunday that is-pic to follow) and now that she can, she doesn't want to lean against anything. It's either sit up all the way or be held, and nothing in between. It's funny how she has such a distinct personality already. She is constantly making noises as well. Once she starts talking, I swear she will never stop! I might have to invest in Duct Tape stock!! :) hehe (just kidding...) Also, last night she decided to sleep twelve lovely hours solid. Oh, sweet, sweet sleep. Since the allergies have knocked me on my butt, it was so amazingly wonderful to sleep for 10 hours solid. I hope this is a glimpse of what is to come!! She is also in LOVE with mirrors right now. In our bathroom, there is a wall size mirror with both medicine cabinets being mirrored as well. I will take her in there and she will look back and forth between mirrors and looking at me personally and then switch and look through them all again, it's soo cute. She laughs the whole time too. Oh, she cracks me up! PS I called a bikini a zucchini when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are some more fun pictures to keep you picture people happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCXIaN5bAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/r83VPDILkSI/s1600-h/CIMG3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCXIaN5bAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/r83VPDILkSI/s320/CIMG3212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197320140717911042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               Lookie! I rolled over all on my own--in my sleep in my crib!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCWuKN5a_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/02g3NC99BrU/s1600-h/CIMG3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCWuKN5a_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/02g3NC99BrU/s320/CIMG3205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197319689746344946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Mmmmmm... toes are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCVuaN5a-I/AAAAAAAAADw/hbxI6PvNvwQ/s1600-h/CIMG3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCVuaN5a-I/AAAAAAAAADw/hbxI6PvNvwQ/s320/CIMG3180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197318594529684450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                A special smile in my Lion King PJ's for my Auntie Megan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCVcqN5a9I/AAAAAAAAADo/lhaOextVWbQ/s1600-h/1-23+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCVcqN5a9I/AAAAAAAAADo/lhaOextVWbQ/s320/1-23+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197318289587006418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        I am so smooth in my sunglasses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCVH6N5a8I/AAAAAAAAADg/yIs6SE2zAgk/s1600-h/CIMG3166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCVH6N5a8I/AAAAAAAAADg/yIs6SE2zAgk/s320/CIMG3166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197317933104720834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for my new swing! I heart it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCUyaN5a7I/AAAAAAAAADY/pmjEZQzCYac/s1600-h/CIMG3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCUyaN5a7I/AAAAAAAAADY/pmjEZQzCYac/s320/CIMG3158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197317563737533362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my zucchini (right, mom?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-1475043466205235824?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/1475043466205235824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=1475043466205235824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/1475043466205235824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/1475043466205235824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-voice-happy-baby.html' title='no voice, happy baby'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SCCXIaN5bAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/r83VPDILkSI/s72-c/CIMG3212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-9191033566956987853</id><published>2008-04-02T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:36.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Attn: Naked baby pictures---be warned!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when my mom and Grandma visited wow, it's been almost 2 weeks ago now, we went and had some pictures of Mackenzie taken.  Here they are:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SAUrdxYquqI/AAAAAAAAADA/xIk2LaFwZGI/s1600-h/021127130_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SAUrdxYquqI/AAAAAAAAADA/xIk2LaFwZGI/s320/021127130_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189601936087366306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hawaiian baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R_Q-VvCmO3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/DIBhnc3801Q/s1600-h/021127130_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R_Q-VvCmO3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/DIBhnc3801Q/s320/021127130_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184837614135819122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy, naked baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R_Q8Z_CmO2I/AAAAAAAAACw/9iGk0mtrrdQ/s1600-h/021127130_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R_Q8Z_CmO2I/AAAAAAAAACw/9iGk0mtrrdQ/s320/021127130_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184835488127007586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R_Q68vCmO1I/AAAAAAAAACo/AqSInRMFxlw/s1600-h/021127130_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R_Q68vCmO1I/AAAAAAAAACo/AqSInRMFxlw/s320/021127130_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184833886104206162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my version of sitting up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R_Q6ovCmO0I/AAAAAAAAACg/qeaKOWR6te4/s1600-h/021127130_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R_Q6ovCmO0I/AAAAAAAAACg/qeaKOWR6te4/s320/021127130_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184833542506822466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they all turned out fabulous.  The one of me and her is my favorite (obviously next to the nakay baby one!!) I think she should be a model, but then again, I am a little biased.  But aren't I supposed to be?? Here are some more for good measure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SAUtRBYqurI/AAAAAAAAADI/vvin5KC9W6Y/s1600-h/CIMG3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SAUtRBYqurI/AAAAAAAAADI/vvin5KC9W6Y/s320/CIMG3139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189603916067289778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mmmm... my high chair tastes sooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SAUtjhYqusI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bPT-M0i3mCs/s1600-h/CIMG3142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SAUtjhYqusI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bPT-M0i3mCs/s320/CIMG3142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189604233894869698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am AWESOME!! My sunglasses make me cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there you go, hope this is enough for you Jeni and Bianca!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-9191033566956987853?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/9191033566956987853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=9191033566956987853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/9191033566956987853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/9191033566956987853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2008/04/attn-naked-baby-pictures-be-warned.html' title='Attn: Naked baby pictures---be warned!!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/SAUrdxYquqI/AAAAAAAAADA/xIk2LaFwZGI/s72-c/021127130_22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-4747269191851750249</id><published>2008-03-23T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:38.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know, i know</title><content type='html'>So I am apparently the worst mom at updating a blog that mostly centers around my baby.  She is doing great, by the way.  On the 12th, we had her 4 month check up and she weighed 16 pounds, beware everyone-Godzilla baby might be coming your way soon!  She's so chubby, she has cankles and wrist rolls... it's funny! But I know she'll start moving soon so the fat will disappear and lead way to a lanky baby.  But hey, I'm enjoying my "chunk-a-munk" as I call her.  She is so much fun.  Every day she starts doing something new, starts discovering new things she can do, new sounds she can make, and crazier faces she can make.  She's always smiling or laughing, or eating it seems.  She's eating at least 6 ounces, more like 8, at almost each feeding on top of rice cereal and pureed fruits.  So far we've tried: apples, bananas, pears, and peaches.  Peaches weren't too successful but I think that's coz they were kind of tart and she seems to like sweeter foods.  She also likes corned beef (Matt fed her some-to suck on- on St Patty's Day) and chocolate (I knew she was a Smith somewhere in there!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited! My mom and grandma are coming on Friday for a 5 day visit and it will be so fun! Grandma hasn't met Mackenzie or been down here to visit us yet, so that will be really neat.  We're also going up to Seattle in June to baptize Mackenzie and go to Megan's graduation from EWU, so if anyone is up in the area from June 6-16, let  us know coz we'd LOVE to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here are some new pictures of the baby for you!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-q5gPCmOwI/AAAAAAAAACA/a5yqEK5BTxg/s1600-h/CIMG3088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-q5gPCmOwI/AAAAAAAAACA/a5yqEK5BTxg/s320/CIMG3088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182158284687555330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-rFuvCmOzI/AAAAAAAAACY/aLX9War1tBE/s1600-h/CIMG3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-rFuvCmOzI/AAAAAAAAACY/aLX9War1tBE/s320/CIMG3124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182171727935191858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-rEuPCmOyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MT0b4rAeCTU/s1600-h/CIMG3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-rEuPCmOyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MT0b4rAeCTU/s320/CIMG3117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182170619833629474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-rEcfCmOxI/AAAAAAAAACI/5fa6uE5CgZo/s1600-h/CIMG3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-rEcfCmOxI/AAAAAAAAACI/5fa6uE5CgZo/s320/CIMG3099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182170314890951442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-cNePCmOvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7W99xh0gI0Y/s1600-h/CIMG3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-cNePCmOvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7W99xh0gI0Y/s320/CIMG3064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181124709397707506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-4747269191851750249?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/4747269191851750249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=4747269191851750249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/4747269191851750249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/4747269191851750249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-i-know.html' title='i know, i know'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R-q5gPCmOwI/AAAAAAAAACA/a5yqEK5BTxg/s72-c/CIMG3088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-1847111903261251563</id><published>2008-02-05T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:17:23.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>excitement!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm super excited right now.  Mackenzie slept through the whole night and then is taking a nap right now! Yay for babies who sleep!!! AND I get to see Onca-B and Andy-Dandy-Dandrew this weekend and I miss them so much, so I'm super excited about that!! YAY YAY YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side of things right now is that the car's odometer (the new one) was wrong.  It was replaced at 32,000 miles, so you have to add that to whatever the odometer says.  So the car has 54,000 miles, not 22,000. :( So we are getting $1,000 off what we paid plus brand spanking new super tires for their mishap.  Turns out the carfax report said there was 32,000 so they checked it out and this is what we're supposed to do.  The dealership got hosed on the trade-in (coz they didn't know that) but hey, not our fault, so we get new tires, detailing of the Saturn before they turn it in for us, and money off the car.  Wish it woulda been a better deal, but hey, it still is a pretty good deal for a fancy-pants car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, and my neck is deciding that it wants to spaz out and be really sore-- any ideas on how to fix it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-1847111903261251563?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/1847111903261251563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=1847111903261251563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/1847111903261251563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/1847111903261251563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2008/02/excitement.html' title='excitement!!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-3492497355342159495</id><published>2008-02-04T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:38.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>SLACKER!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been such a blog slacker lately.  Life has been insane!!  Our digital camera broke and I can't figure out how to make the video camera take regular pictures (coz it apparently has that feature) and get them onto the computer.... where, oh where, is my super computer husband when I need him?? Oh yeah, that's right, he's working like a mad man... again.  Right now the baby is in her swing watching Veggie Tales while I try to do this and catch up on Christmas Thank You cards... I'm seriously the biggest slacker I know right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my baby is huge.  She is so much bigger than she was even just a month ago.  Here's a pic that I took from before the camera decided it didn't like to turn on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R6dLqm1UwWI/AAAAAAAAABk/5y9rn18_H6Y/s1600-h/1-23+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R6dLqm1UwWI/AAAAAAAAABk/5y9rn18_H6Y/s320/1-23+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163178693154357602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the craziest belly ever!!  She was busy trying to eat her hands and her wrist rattles when I took this picture, so she was a little confused and a teensy bit upset about being interrupted while she was so busy.  It was quite funny actually.  Here's one of her smiling at our friends' house.  It's their 2 year old's head that is in the way.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R6dMNm1UwXI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ok9dEdl1Dug/s1600-h/christmas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R6dMNm1UwXI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ok9dEdl1Dug/s320/christmas+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163179294449779058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE her smile.  Her whole face lights up and it's a little to the left, so it's a cute crooked smile.  AND she's going to have dimples, like me! :) Yay! Finally something from her mom instead of her daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, life really came crashing down on the Hecht household.  On Sunday and Monday Matt had the flu and was puking every half hour for 13 hours straight.  EWWW... poor baby though, I felt horrible for him and couldn't do anything to help.  Tuesday Mackenzie got her 2 month shots, that was not fun.  4 shots in her legs and the poor thing didn't know what to do.  Luckily I took our friend Karen's advice and gave her some baby tylenol beforehand so it helped with the pain.  She was getting Tylenol for every 6 hours for the next 2 days and it seemed to seriously help her and she was just a little cranky rather than the completely inconsolable that our friends' baby was after he got his shots.  Then on Wednesday we had to take Hank, our cat, to the vet.  He wasn't going to the bathroom, eating, or even drinking for a whole day.  I was worried sick about him.  Tuesday night he slept in his litter box. I called my friend Sarah, who is studying to be a Vet Tech and has worked in a Vet office for 8 years, and asked her what she thought was going on because it was past closing time for our vets office.  She said she was 98% sure that he was having some sort of bladder blockage issue.  So I called on Wednesday morning and got him in 2 hours later and  it turned out he had bladder crystals.  The only way to relieve that is to have surgery (or a procedure, not sure which actually) which the vet said needed to be done immediately.  So they toted my baby away (the cat baby, not Mackenzie) and he went into surgery right then and there.  $1200 for the surgery and 2 nights in the hospital later, my baby is better.  He has to be on special food and a supplement for the rest of his life.  They also have him on a form of penicillin for pets for a while too.  I bawled my way home after leaving him there.  I knew he would be okay, but I was still terrified.  She (our vet) wants to check him out every 2 weeks to do a urinalysis and check up and prescribe me his supplement, so that's at least another $100, and Matt's getting upset that he's costing this much.  So I'm calling around to see if any other vets are cheaper... let's hope so.  Goodness, I really do not want to ever relive that week.  It was not fun.  And not cheap, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, we b0ught a new car.  Well, new to us.  The lease on my Saturn is up in a week or so and so we needed to get a second car.  (the local bus system is pretty non-existent and there are errands and groups I belong to that I need to get to while Matt's at work and he has to be able to go anywhere at the drop of a hat, so 2 cars are necessary-dangit!) We went to a few different dealerships in town and didn't see anything and then we went to the Hyundai dealership-they were awesome when we were looking when we moved here, so we thought we'd try there again.  Unfortunately, we had the baby with us, so I couldn't test drive anything and sat in the show room while Matt drove around.  We found a 2004 Hyundai XG350 (it's their old luxury-ish car) that had 22,000 miles on it--INSANE! and was in fabulous condition.  To get us to buy the car on Saturday instead of waiting till Monday (all dealerships and most businesses are closed on Sundays around here) they gave us $3,000 off the Kelley Blue Book price and are paying for the Saturn to be repaired (there is some minor damage on the bumper) and return it to Vegas for us since there is no Saturn dealership closer.  So, we got the car.  It's a pearl-ish color and has tan leather interior.  It's perrrty and I'll post a pic of it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upcoming weekend we are going to San Jose for a wedding, so I want to see YOU, Miss Bianca! If there's any way that you can meet me there, let me know.  It'll be fun as I am going to meet more of Matt's crazy family that I haven't yet. Should be a good time.  I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to feed lil missy, so I hope to hear from all of you soon and I hope the pictures I posted are sufficient for now! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-3492497355342159495?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/3492497355342159495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=3492497355342159495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/3492497355342159495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/3492497355342159495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2008/02/slacker.html' title='SLACKER!!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R6dLqm1UwWI/AAAAAAAAABk/5y9rn18_H6Y/s72-c/1-23+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-7320408949772611802</id><published>2007-12-20T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:39.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I get it.  You want more pictures of Mackenzie.  So here they are :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready for a bath, and not quite sure what to think about it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXv4yCjkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T1T8yZoQ4lc/s1600-h/baby+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXv4yCjkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T1T8yZoQ4lc/s320/baby+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146162741920304706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready for our first trip to church since she was born, isn't she just the cutest??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXwYyCjlI/AAAAAAAAABE/tjEwSJMDPDM/s1600-h/baby+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXwYyCjlI/AAAAAAAAABE/tjEwSJMDPDM/s320/baby+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146162750510239314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas! Aren't I pretty in my Christmas dress? Also, I think I'm stuck in the couch.. help?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXwoyCjmI/AAAAAAAAABM/E8NlEuPWi34/s1600-h/christmas+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXwoyCjmI/AAAAAAAAABM/E8NlEuPWi34/s320/christmas+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146162754805206626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Daddy at the Christmas party, we make silly faces at eachother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXw4yCjnI/AAAAAAAAABU/5CiH5alBTSw/s1600-h/christmas+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXw4yCjnI/AAAAAAAAABU/5CiH5alBTSw/s320/christmas+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146162759100173938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who is this weird hairy man holding me? But aren't I cute posing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXxIyCjoI/AAAAAAAAABc/LKP37I_lWHg/s1600-h/christmas+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXxIyCjoI/AAAAAAAAABc/LKP37I_lWHg/s320/christmas+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146162763395141250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there she is, my beautiful and a bit silly baby.  She's started smiling this week which makes life so rewarding.  She loves to make faces back at us when we make some at her.  I woke her up the other day to feed her and she looked up at me, cooed and smiled.  Ahh, that was the best part of my day, right there.  I'm loving this mommy thing, well, except for when she wakes me up screaming- but I just feed, change, or hold her and it's all better.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-7320408949772611802?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/7320408949772611802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=7320408949772611802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/7320408949772611802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/7320408949772611802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R2rXv4yCjkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T1T8yZoQ4lc/s72-c/baby+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-4803292837818364131</id><published>2007-12-19T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:06:58.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finishing...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Matt came in and hit post before I had the chance to finish it.  She's now blissfully asleep (thank God) and I get a few seconds to myself.  The last few days/nights have been wonderful. Although she's not sleeping more than 4 hours at a time, she is sleeping in her crib or on the couch by herself.  YAY!!! It's nice to sleep in a bed again instead of the recliner which had been my bestfriend for about 2 weeks.  My back is thanking me, although it still complains that she's heavy.  She is over 9 lbs now and lugging that dead weight that bobbles it's head everywhere is trying on both the back and the arms.  Ahh, guess it'll make me buff! grrrrr!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally ordered our Christmas cards, so if you want one, send me your address and I'll ship one off to ya.  It's got 3 pictures, one of all 3 of us with Santa, one with me holding her, and one with Matt holding her.  Turned out cute actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get the dog to stop trying to jump on her and the cat to stop trying to lie on her while I'm holding her? The dog's doing better with me, but when Matt's got her, he goes crazy.  I'm afraid our dang 17 lb cat will squish the poor baby!!! :) haha, yeah right, he's scared of her so whenever she makes a sound and he's nearby, he bolts like lightning.  Speaking of sounds she makes, she's cooing like crazy-it's so much fun! She also squeaks, so I've taken to calling her Bat Girl when she gets in her squeaky moods, which is when she gets really excited.  Baby sounds are fun, albeit annoying at 3 am when I'm trying to sleep and she's going crazy in her sleep.  Yes, my baby does talk (well, her version of it) in her sleep, just like her daddy sometimes does.  Oh, I hope when she starts forming words that she knocks that off!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! I'm gonna go have lunch.  Food at a normal time- what a concept!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-4803292837818364131?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/4803292837818364131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=4803292837818364131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/4803292837818364131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/4803292837818364131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/12/finishing.html' title='finishing...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-5132357996747396635</id><published>2007-12-16T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:59:59.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy-ing is EXHAUSTING!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been the HUGEST slacker on updating this thing, but you wouldn't believe how exhausting it is being a mom! It's more rewarding than I could ever express, but sheesh, would I kill for more than 3 hours of sleep in a row! Mackenzie's doing fabulously! She's grown 3 inches and gained 2 lbs in 5 weeks! It's crazy!! No wonder my arms are constantly exhausted!  She's started this new thing last week where she screams unless she's being held.  But we think *hopefully* that she's over it because last night after going to Matt's work's Christmas party she was pooped and slept in her crib-the ENTIRE night! (yay!) and has slept either in the crib or on the couch (her new favorite place) all day today.  Might help that Daddy's been home too, though.  brb, she's crying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-5132357996747396635?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/5132357996747396635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=5132357996747396635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5132357996747396635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5132357996747396635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/12/mommy-ing-is-exhausting.html' title='Mommy-ing is EXHAUSTING!!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-8592615696225346743</id><published>2007-11-22T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:39.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R0YqwXmeVvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zn9VCJS7LM8/s1600-h/S7300175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R0YqwXmeVvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zn9VCJS7LM8/s320/S7300175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135839435520104178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all from all of us here in Arizona!:) I'm so thankful for all of you and your friendships, you mean the world to me and I want you to know how special you are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-8592615696225346743?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/8592615696225346743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=8592615696225346743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/8592615696225346743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/8592615696225346743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/R0YqwXmeVvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zn9VCJS7LM8/s72-c/S7300175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-8362345241210210176</id><published>2007-11-12T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:53:16.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'>BABY!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, yes, it has happened.  I'm a mommy!! :) YAY!! On Monday we went to our last dr appt and decided that on Thursday (the 8th) that we were going to start inducing me because nothing had changed and I was just basically done.  However, since I had relaxed and knew that there was in fact an actual light bulb (instead of just a glimmer of light) at the end of the proverbial tunnel, little miss decided that she was ready to come on Wednesday morning.  I woke up at 1AM and started having regular contractions from the get-go.  I woke Matt up around 1:45 after I'd had around 6 contractions just to let him know that I thought something was beginning.  So we waited another hour to see what was going on because the nurse told me that after having 5 contractions an hour for two hours in a row that it was time to come in.  At 3 AM we called the hospital just to see what they suggested and the labor nurse we talked to said to come in when I felt uncomfortable.  HELLO?!?!? Uncomfortable? How are contractions comfortable?? Silly lady.  So we waited and they were getting closer together (they'd started out being between 3 and 8 minutes apart and when we left they were between 3 and 5 minutes apart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the hospital and got there around 6 am, got checked in and went up to my loverly delivery room.  The monitors they put on your belly to check baby's heartbeat and to monitor the contractions are so uncomfortable.  They are tight on the part of your body that you want NOTHING tight on.  Dr Tedesco (my dr) showed up around 6:30 and checked me out, was only around 1 cm dilated so we just were starting the wonderful waiting game.  Around 9:30 he came back in and decided to break my water to see if that would speed things up since nothing had changed.  That didn't hurt or anything, but just feels weird!!! At noon, nothing had changed.  I was getting frustrated and still in pain (coz even if nothing's changed, you still have contractions :( ) so they started me on Stadol (sp?) a pain med that made me loopy and pitocin (the medicine they use for inducements)  to see if that could jump start anything.  Nope, nothing still at 4 PM, so my dr decided that it was time for the epidural because I was biting pillows and almost crying I was in so much pain.  The contractions were coming in bunches of 3 or 4 at a time and were getting more intense as time wore on.  So once the epi took control (ahhh... the wonders of medicine) and I relaxed because I couldn't feel much they added even more pitocin to speed things up *hopefully*.  But alas, at 7:30 when the nurse checked me out, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; 3 cm and she could feel something next to the head.  She thought it was the baby's hand on top of her head so she went and got the dr to double check and nope, not a hand... it was her face.  She was in a position called face presentation.  As the day had worn on, she flipped to a posterior position then back to normal but when she was being pushed down the birth canal, her head decided that instead of tucking down like it was supposed to, her face would come forward, making it look like she wanted to kiss the world first.  (she was nose/face first instead of the back of her head).  This was the reason nothing was happening.  You need to have the back of the baby's head pushing to make dilation happen and because it was her soft face instead of her hard head, I wasn't changing.  And if we would have kept on that track, it could have possibly broken her neck or caused her spine to extend too far, so an emergency c-section was ordered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 15 minutes I was wheeled into the operating room and had a baby about 10 minutes later.  Born at 8:04 PM, she weighed 6lbs 14oz and was 18 inches long.  Mackenzie Joanne Hecht, welcome to the world! I didn't hear her cry for a while (seemed like forever to me, but in actuality was more like 10 seconds) and when I did, I just started bawling.  I have a baby, I thought. She is finally here, I'm a mother, and wow, I haven't felt this much love for anything or anyone before.  It was more intense than my wedding day.  So many emotions, all amazing ones at that as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hospital from 6am Wednesday until around 8 Friday night.  We could have stayed another night, but I was feeling good and Mackenzie was doing wonderful and we all just wanted to be home, in our own beds.  She slept okay that first night, or so we thought.  From around 12 to 2 AM she was up every 15 mins or so wanting to be fed or changed or just because her passifier had fallen out of her mouth (we're using one to work on her sucking reflexes because I'm not breastfeeding this will help them to develop like they are supposed to-I didn't want to use one, but alas, things change!) or her hat had fallen over her eyes and she didn't like that.  The next night she did the same thing, only it went on until almost 6am.  However, luckily we have my fabulous mother here who took over Mack-watch :) halfway through the night so Matt and I could sleep.  Last night was amazing.  We realized that we hadn't been trying to keep her up during the day enough so at night she wanted to play.  So we kept her up for as long as we could when she was awake and then at night she slept so much better.  Woke up at 2 to feed and get a change and then not again until almost 7.  Ahhhh.... soooo nice to get almost a whole night's  worth of sleep only 3 days out of the hospital!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's bout due for a feeding now, so I'm going to go feed my beautiful baby.  Boy, motherhood is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-8362345241210210176?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/8362345241210210176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=8362345241210210176&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/8362345241210210176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/8362345241210210176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby.html' title='BABY!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-189559268730006073</id><published>2007-10-16T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:33:43.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>better...</title><content type='html'>So I am feeling better; however, Matt isn't so lucky.  He caught my nasty bug right before he left on a business trip to Orlando for 4 days.  poor dude.  But I don't feel too sorry for him becasue I've gotten a few phone calls from him since he left and when they're not stuck in classes (it's for a program that the company has been trying *unsuccessfully, I might add* to use for about a year now) they are wandering around finding "kick ass Irish pubs and awesome 80's live cover band clubs".  Ahhh, how I love to hear him yell in my ear while listening to a Queen cover band sing "Bohemian Rhapsody" in the background.... that was sarcastic if you couldn't tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Saturday we went to a birthing class, hoping to learn something and perhaps giggle while doing silly breathing exercises.  We got lots of info on POST birth but not so much on the actual birth process... which is why we went.  Kinda annoying, actually.  Then last night I go to the Wellness Center (the gym/learning center run by the hospital) to take a breastfeeding class so I have as much info as I possibly can.  I get there at 6 because that's when the lady on the phone told me it would be, even though all the flyers I saw said it started at 6:30.  But, I figured, better to be early than to be late and have missed 30 minutes of information.  They had quadruple booked all the conference rooms and there was nowhere for us to go.  So you have 6 VERY pregnant women wanting to know what is going on, why there is no teacher (who never showed up by the way) and where in the world we are supposed to meet.  After being there for an hour and asking the front desk people (who know absolutely zilch except for how to scan a card and give people towels) like eight times what was going on, we all decided just to leave.  I'm angry! :( I wanted information, dangnabbit! Oh well, guess I'll just have to ask the dr and look up la leche league to get more info.  Se la vie (I don't know how to spell in French!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, next week, and the following (until the 31st) I will be helping at our church's annual Pumpkin Patch.  I miss living somewhere where you can go to an *actual* patch and get punkins and drink cider and just have a fabulous time (aka greenbluff).  Instead what we have here is a truckfull of pumpkins were delivered and sit in our church's front area (not a yard coz there is no grass :( ) on pallets.  However, I do get to read silly pumpkin stories and have fun with 2nd grade and younger kids.  Makes me miss working with them on a daily basis.  But I'm still working on my degree-just taking a break till January- and this helps me get more excited to be a mommy too! :) I know she won't be poking around in punkin patches any time soon, but I can still think of the future and smile, right? :)  I'll take some pics of the fun punkins that sadly don't get homes until the end, you know, the ones with lumps and the gords and the ones I always pick! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-189559268730006073?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/189559268730006073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=189559268730006073&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/189559268730006073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/189559268730006073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/10/better.html' title='better...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-847273461663313619</id><published>2007-10-05T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:34:55.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>35 weeks pregnant + being sick=no fun at all... especially with a baby shower coming up this weekend... and that means a mother-in-law and her sister and brother (matt's aunt and uncle, who are totally awesome)... anyone know of anything i can take other than sudafed and acetaminophen? i can't breathe and i sound like a man... i do not like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-847273461663313619?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/847273461663313619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=847273461663313619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/847273461663313619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/847273461663313619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-7108316060254782194</id><published>2007-09-17T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:47:43.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert life'/><title type='text'>baby update:)</title><content type='html'>So I'm officially 8 months pregnant now! How crazy is that? Just 8 more weeks and my little angel will be here.  I'm so stinkin excited that it's crazy.  We had a dr appointment on Thursday and he said that I'm growing fine and gaining enough weight (which has been an issue for me throughout this whole pregnancy) and that it seems as if she is doing well.  She did kick him when he was measuring me though, which was kinda funny.  We registered at walmart.com so that if we get something as a duplicate or we change our mind, we can return it in town instead of having to drive the 2 hours to Vegas or 2 1/2 to Flagstaff.  Her room is painted, pink and brown with teddy bears, will post pics soon.  It turned out really cute, now we're just working on decorations because the pink is just a little overwhelming.  (Silly Matt decided to paint the ceiling too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend (as in the first weekend in September that's not Labor Day) we flew up to Spokane for Mark Olson (Molson)'s wedding.  It was so much fun and so great to see all those we did.  I miss that crazy town and more that I knew it, I miss GREEN!! There is some here and we do have trees and grass in our yard, but it is so sparse in the rest of town that it makes me sad.  But all in all it was a good trip, minus the 4 1/2 hour late planes that didn't get us home until midnight Monday evening.  I want to go back now and hang out with good college friends and their hubbys/wives and those that aren't married too :).  I want to see EVERYONE in one place again, let's just go back to college, okay? The place where I could run across campus to see my loved ones, instead of having to go across states, countries, and even the world to see them! Ahh, how life changes.  Can you believe it's been two years since everyone graduated (well, minus me, but that's a technicality) and six since we lived in HobJob (which is no more :( sad) and met as freshmen? Wow, how fast and amazingly life has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side of living in the desert, it's finally under 90 during the day and cool at night which is perfect weather for me.  I just need some rain, and not the crazy monsoon stuff either.  I also need my mommy, my Onca, my Clairb-forever friend, my ADD, my misc roomies, late night chats until we fall asleep talking, and Pizza Pipeline cinnamon stick thingys.  :) But I live vicariously through blogs and myspace and facebook, so that does help a little.  I just wish I could talk to you all more! Here's to happy lives, splendid Septembers, and phone calls that will happen soon :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-7108316060254782194?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/7108316060254782194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=7108316060254782194&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/7108316060254782194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/7108316060254782194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby-update.html' title='baby update:)'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-405730736146265115</id><published>2007-08-28T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:00:33.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after a while...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long hiatus, life has been crazy and when I'm not busy, I'm usually sleeping :).  I want the 2nd trimester back where I had energy and wasn't so sleepy all the time.  But alas, it's all for her:).  So, yes, it is a girl.  For her name right now we're on Makenzie Joanne Hecht.  What do you think? Spellings might change, who knows, they're just theories anyway until she's born.  We started decorating the nursery this past weekend.  As much fun as painting a room can be, we had a HORRIBLE time trying to get lines straight when the walls are textured.  Every special tool they had at WalMart or Home Depot that we tried didn't work :(.  Taping didn't work too well either.  Then combining the two worked okay, but there still wasn't too much success.  Lots of touch up work will have to be done.  Oh well, and I can't do most of it since it's up high and I'm not supposed to get on ladders or high chairs or anything tall anymore.  (Guess I'm too front-heavy and will tip or something :))  We had a chair rail (the wooden divider that's about 1/3 of the way up the wall (looks like moulding usually) that was already up so we decided to do a chocolate brown on the bottom and a medium pink on top (and Matt decided pink belonged on the ceiling too).  Then we will sponge paint teddy bears about every foot or so alternating pink/brown on the opposite colored wall.  Does that make sense? Oh well, if it doesn't when we are done I'll post a picture of it.  It's going to be cute! I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Matt and I celebrated our one year anniversary on Sunday.  Holy cow, I can't believe it's already been a year.  Things have gone by so fast.  If you would have asked me 18 months ago where I thought I would be now, in no way would I have ever said in Arizona, married, and in my 7th month of my first pregnancy.  CRAZY!!!  Life changes so fast, sometimes so unexpectedly.  I am so glad that I have had Matt to support me and keep me crazy through it all! :) (coz you know Matt, he doesn't keep anyone sane- hehe) &lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe how lucky I am to be married to him.  Every single day I am reminded of more reasons why he is absolutely amazing.  I made a list of 50 of my top reasons for loving him and gave it to him for his anniversary present.  I thought it was pretty clever.  There were more in my head, but I decided that I'd stop at 50 because well, that's the number I picked :).  He is looking into getting me a massage (if we can find someone in town that can do pregnancy massages) for his gift to me.  But I agree with what he said-getting the nursery ready for our family was probably the best way to spend our anniversary, together and excited.  I truly do feel blessed and so dang-narbin lucky to be married to him!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all from here lately.  Tomorrow I have another OB appointment, they're every 2 weeks now, so we'll see how things are going.  They feel good.  She is moving like crazy, but not as much the past 2 days since Matt's been in Tuscon and she just loves her daddy already :).  But I'm going to go finish painting the letters so here's hoping all you are doing well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-405730736146265115?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/405730736146265115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=405730736146265115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/405730736146265115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/405730736146265115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-while.html' title='after a while...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-5450995208328943139</id><published>2007-07-03T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:41:34.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>I know it's been almost 2 months since my last post, but you wouldn't believe how busy life's been.  Being pregnant still wears me out on a daily basis-this whole second trimester being easier on your body is bologna!!  Yesterday Matt and I went out to lunch with Ty at Quizno's and after eating only 3 bites of my sandwich I got sick.  No fun at all, especially when you don't get to the bathroom on time and well, yeah... :(.  I felt icky the rest of the day and was feeling better today until about half an hour ago for some reason and now I'm boiling hot and can't seem to cool down no matter what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the very positive side, each and every day I am feeling the little peanut moving more and more!! And Matt's been able to feel it as well.  It is a completely indescribable feeling and is so amazing that you can't understand until you feel it yourself.  I can't believe I'm already halfway through my 5th month!! Over halfway done!! :) I'm gonna be a mommy soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I went back to the glorious northwest for my grandmother's 85th birthday and father's day and a baby shower.  It was an incredible week that was so busy it was over before I knew it.  Thank you to all who came to the shower, I hope you had fun and enjoyed yourselves, I know I did! :) Sometimes I just step back and realize what an amazing family I do have.  When people fly in from all over the world (my cousin lives in Ireland, me from AZ, and others from OR and WA) just to be with Grandma Sally on her 85th birthday it boggles my mind.  She is such an amazing woman that I can only wish to be as loving a mother and good a friend as she is in my lifetime.  I love my Grandma more than anything, she is amazing!!!  My mother takes after her in so many ways that I hope I continue the love and acceptance that they both have shown to myself and countless others in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a picture of the belly (as it is in fact getting larger-and annoying at times :)) as soon as Matt takes one of me :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-5450995208328943139?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/5450995208328943139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=5450995208328943139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5450995208328943139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5450995208328943139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-5940635259302605355</id><published>2007-05-15T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:33:49.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks and stuff...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to give a HUGE thank you to everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday.  It was really hard being away from my family and my friends for the first time, but having a husband kinda helps that fact :).  Over the weekend he took me up to the Hualapai Mountain Lodge.  It is so nice up there.  Just about half an hour away and it's a totally different feeling.  There are pine trees and mule deer (sooo HUGE-they're actually elk) and it's about 6500 feet up and so the air feels cleaner and it's like 15-20 degrees cooler up there.  That part was nice coz our air conditioner is broken :(.  We took the dog with us and just had a really nice relaxing time.  When there is no computers, no TV, no phones, and Gretchen forgets her books all you can do is relax.  Which we both EXTREMELY needed at that point.  I just wish it could have been more than one night up there :).  Maybe we can make it a bi-monthly trip or something... hmmmm, might have to talk to the Tato about that (that's his new nickname for himself, Matato but I just call him tato).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-5940635259302605355?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/5940635259302605355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=5940635259302605355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5940635259302605355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5940635259302605355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-and-stuff.html' title='thanks and stuff...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-6254284541947664517</id><published>2007-04-30T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:00:07.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beating!!</title><content type='html'>So we had our 3 month exam today (me and the baby) and were able to hear the heartbeat. Oh, what a neat, amazing, breathtaking sound.  It's real. I have a live, real, living human growing inside of me.  It sounded a lot like a mix between strong wind and a soothing ocean wave crashing.  Wow. It was like 5 hours ago and I'm still flabbergasted!! :) Really brings this whole thing a lot closer to home. I'm gonna be a mommy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-6254284541947664517?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/6254284541947664517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=6254284541947664517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/6254284541947664517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/6254284541947664517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-beating.html' title='It&apos;s beating!!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-5673420557266952020</id><published>2007-04-22T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:40.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy's rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/Rj--xJvrxVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EGp-BBMTwwQ/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;So my dad has been here for the past week. It's insane, having so many people visit in such a short time, but so fun as well. It's been a blast having him here, not stressful at all. I love my daddy so much and miss seeing him often! Yesterday we went to this great little town called &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azjerome.com/"&gt;Jerome&lt;/a&gt;. It was a copper mining town back in the day (the mine closed in 1953) and is built litterally into a hillside. It's insane!! It took almost 45 minutes to drive 12 miles to the town from Prescott. (say it like biscuit-prescit, not pres-cott :)). It was all windy and straight down from the road to the bottom of the mountain. Heights have never bothered me before, but this dangnabbin baby seems to be mixin lots of things up! Whoo.... had to stop twice coz I almost got car sick, but luckly it was almost and it didn't happen. The most fun part about the trip was Chuck.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/Rj--xJvrxVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EGp-BBMTwwQ/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/Rj--xJvrxVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EGp-BBMTwwQ/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061974257826514258" border="0" /&gt;He's a burro (or donkey-whichever you want to call him). He was guarding the old ghost-town part of town when we drove up there. He was in the middle of the road and Matt drove right up to him, rolled down my window (yes, MY window) and then here comes Chuck (that's what I named him) to my window, sticking his HUGE head through it looking for food. I was nice enough to share my apple slices that I'd cut up for the trip with him which made him VERY happy and VERY friendly! He walked along the car with his giant head in the window while Matt drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/Rj--q5vrxUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wbIwCB253lk/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/Rj--q5vrxUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wbIwCB253lk/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061974150452331842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Matt and Dad worked in the backyard all day.  Since all Arizona houses are walled in by block walls instead of fences, all we see out the back door is cement bricks.  So we're putting a little flower garden in part of the backyard.  It's going to be really neat.  Matt bought some stones to trim the edge and then the flowers will be about a foot and a half off the ground in a raised bed.  Purple and yellow flowers make Gretchen happy :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next Monday, the 30th, we go in for my 2nd doctor's appointment.  The 3 month check mark! Yay! Should be able to hear the heartbeat and possibly see the baby in an ultrasound.  I'm excited!! We're not sure if we're going to find out the gender yet or not, we'll decide when that choice comes in the office I guess.  Most of the sickness part has passed (yay!) although I'm awfully tired.  And I'm tired of being tired! Ah well, the joys of pregnancy! :) I just wish I had clothes that fit since I'm in the awkward stage of being almost too big for my normal clothes and too small for as my mom calls them "the fat lady clothes" or maternity wear.  Elastic everything kinda scares me to be honest though :).  Well, it's time for the old lady to hit the sac, so goodnight everyone! Be prepared for dreams next time as they have gotten crazier (which I didn't think was possible!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-5673420557266952020?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/5673420557266952020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=5673420557266952020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5673420557266952020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/5673420557266952020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/04/daddys-rock.html' title='daddy&apos;s rock!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp0z70ZE9Ns/Rj--xJvrxVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EGp-BBMTwwQ/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-6563240430421811868</id><published>2007-04-04T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T13:12:27.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vegas and school</title><content type='html'>The last week was a blast having Megan here.  Things went really well and she seemed to have had a good time.  I forget how awesome and amazing my little sister is sometimes, but being with her just reminds me even more.  And how crazy she gets sometimes-esp with a lot of Bud Lite in her :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have my first tw0 exams for my online schooling.  I'm nervous, but not too nervous.  Haven't studied too much because they're on Health (so easy that I passed the preassessment with 98%-not worried) and English (always a good subject for me, so just doing some brush-up work to make sure I do well).  I'm just not sure how into this whole online schooling thing I really am.  I guess we'll find out when I get my results.  It's harder than I thought to keep myself on track-especially when I've been so focused on the whole baby thing.  But now that I'm feeling better (no sickness for a week and a half now-YAY!!) I think I can go into this head on and do the best I can.  Which is freaking awesome, by the way. :) Gotta think positive, right? Well, I'm off to do some more last minute studying-wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-6563240430421811868?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/6563240430421811868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=6563240430421811868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/6563240430421811868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/6563240430421811868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/04/vegas-and-school.html' title='vegas and school'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476003891616397446.post-6453184858963271603</id><published>2007-03-22T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:22:05.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>It's True!</title><content type='html'>So, I thought my first post in this lovely world of blogginess would be an official announcement.  Matt and I are expecting our first child! :) We are soooooooooo super super happy and boy I cannot wait for another 6 weeks of morning sickness. (Which by the way, is the WORST thing you can call it-it's not in the morning, it's after food, after seeing food, after smelling food, after turning on your side, after coughing, so basically LOTS of the time).  We're due (hehe, I like that, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're&lt;/span&gt;"-he's not puking or nauseous or getting chubby or having sorness where soreness does NOT belong, but he's due too) on November 10th.  In about 11-12 weeks we will be able to find out what the sex is (not sure if we want to yet or not though).  We're just hoping for someone happy and healthy and cuter than ever! (once all the yuckiness is removed though :)).  Just thought I'd put this official (since we got official word from the doctor today-although I've known for almost a month now, Matt didn't want to tell anyone until the doctor said it was true.  But anyone who knows me, knows that things this big won't stay secrets for too long-and it hasn't :).  So if you could please just pray for me to get through this crazy transition on my body (and sore throat from revisiting previous meals) and for the baby to be healthy and for Matt not to go too crazy around me, we'd really appreciate it :). Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5476003891616397446-6453184858963271603?l=gretchenhecht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/feeds/6453184858963271603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5476003891616397446&amp;postID=6453184858963271603&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/6453184858963271603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476003891616397446/posts/default/6453184858963271603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchenhecht.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s True!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533935463919073201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
