She is 2 weeks old today :D
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
oh life..
the past two days I have been feeling rather rough. My heartburn has gotten ten million times worse (which I never thought was possible) and I have been nauseous to the point I do not want to get off the couch. I know I need to stop being lazy and get up but I just don't feel good. It makes me wonder how I am going to be a good mom sometimes if I am so lazy in everyday life. I guess you always start doubting things right before you have a baby. I just hope my body does what it is supposed to so I do not have to have a c-section. My dad has plane tickets to come up the 17th so I pray that I really do get induced on the 18th so my family can be here. We will see more on Monday but hopefully i will have progressed more or else I am gonna be stuck not knowing what to do. She has stopped moving so much and I guess she is running out of room but it freaks me out. I am just ready for her to be out safe and sound :)
Last night I developed like a million and ten stretch marks. They get worse by the minute. Matt thinks its pretty funny but I hate them. They are ugly but I can handle ugly but they itch so bad. I am just lathering up with lotion and oil to stop the itch. I hope I can get back in shape after having her, it stresses me out to think about. I don't want her to have an unhealthy weighted mother. I know my body needs to be in much better shape afterward so I am determined to work at it.
I think I am just babbling so thats all.
Last night I developed like a million and ten stretch marks. They get worse by the minute. Matt thinks its pretty funny but I hate them. They are ugly but I can handle ugly but they itch so bad. I am just lathering up with lotion and oil to stop the itch. I hope I can get back in shape after having her, it stresses me out to think about. I don't want her to have an unhealthy weighted mother. I know my body needs to be in much better shape afterward so I am determined to work at it.
I think I am just babbling so thats all.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Jean's ready to fight!
Here are some pictures of jean at the doctor with her pink boxing gloves. She is a fighter already and is ready to fight this disease. Please pray for her battle with breast cancer.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
the only jacksons i'll be mourning over...
The cause of Mr. Jackson's death was obvious to anyone who saw him.
Really, no autopsy was necessary.
It was cardiac arrest. Caused by a roadside bomb.
I'm not talking about Michael Jackson, the supposedly drug-addled entertainer whose death has dominated every waking moment these past few days.
Instead, as we head toward Independence Day, I found a few other Jacksons whose deaths didn't receive the attention they should have.
Let's start with Army Spec. Marlon P. Jackson, who was the first American soldier named Jackson to be killed in Iraq.
It was Nov 11, 2003 that Spec. Jackson's vehicle rolled over the detonator on an improvised explosive device, better known as an IED. Nobody called 911. It just blew up and ripped him apart.
CNN didn't break in. The Internet didn't report that a 25-year-old named Jackson was headed to a field hospital. Teary-eyed fans and supporters didn't deliver flowers to his boyhood home in New Jersey.
He just died while serving our country. A while later, his family found out.
It was a similar story for Jackson #2, less than a year later.
This Jackson was a military woman. The cause of Ms. Jackson's death was also obvious to anyone who saw her.
No autopsy needed.
Cardiac arrest.
Roadside bomb.
Army Pfc. Leslie D. Jackson was just an 18-year-old from Richmond, Virginia.
She died in Baghdad as the truck she was driving returning to the security of Camp Eagle. TMZ, the celebrity Web site, didn't rush an Internet bulletin about Pfc. Jackson's death and how she had loved to shop and do her nails, according to a friend.
She wasn't a superstar.
She was just another dead soldier.
"The Army is what she wanted. That's why there are no regrets," said her aunt, Pearl Roberts, in another interview that you never saw.
Next was Army Chief Warrant Officer Kyle E. Jackson. On Jan. 13, 2006, Chief Jackson was in a Warrior helicopter near Al Sukar, Iraq when the chopper came under small-arms fire.
This Jackson, 28, had no security entourage protecting him. And he couldn't dance his way past the enemy gunfire. Chief Jackson, from Sarasota, Florida, was killed.
There were no instant TV specials about his death or how he was a decorated Marine before moving over to the Army and how he had been awarded the Purple Heart. Magazine covers weren't changed at the last minute to accommodate a picture story with his grieving widow Betsy and two young children.
Then there was Staff Sgt. William S. Jackson II of Saginaw, Michigan. No autopsy needed on this Jackson, 29.
During combat operations at Ramadi, Iraq he was blown up by a roadside bomb. Even though "Jack," as he was known to friends, died on Veteran's Day, his demise warranted only cursory attention.
The story would have been remarkable. Lived an actual "white glove" kind of life. From a military family, he met his wife at a Wisconsin Bible college. After surviving a tour in Afghanistan, he volunteered for Iraq. And died there, leaving behind four children under age 6.
"Certainly Jack loved the Lord and loved his family. He loved his wife, and he loved his country. He was a wonderful man, and we'll dearly miss him" said his pastor.
Although there were no global memorials for Jack Jackson, he is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
Finally, just last year, came the last Jackson who died in the line of duty. Army Spec. Dustin C. Jackson, 21, of Arlington, Texas was killed on March 12, 2008. His vehicle was hit by ricochet fire while driving in Tallil, Iraq. The only morphine this Jackson has available was the inject pen that soldiers carry into battle in case their buddy is wounded.
When the local newspaper did a brief write-up on Dustin Jackson he was remembered as a child who "once raced home to ask his mother to make a grilled-cheese sandwich so he could take it to a homeless woman he had seen. As an adolescent, he wanted to give a pair of his shoes to a homeless man."
When friends sent him off at a farewell party, Jackson said a desire to help other soldiers in Iraq overrode fear for his own life.
The ultimate irony for all of them, these Jackson Five of the Iraq war, is that they could have been the subjects of a recent song by their much more famous and celebrated namesake, Michael Jackson.
It's called "What More Can I Give." The lyrics begin: "How many people would have to die before we understand. How many children have to cry before we do all we can. What have I got that I can give?"
The Jackson Five I wrote about understood. They truly gave all they could.
• Chuck Goudie, whose column appears each Monday, is the chief investigative reporter at ABC 7 News in Chicago. The views in this column are his own and not those of WLS-TV. He can be reached by e-mail at chuckgoudie@gmail.com and followed at www.twitter.com/ChuckGoudie
Really, no autopsy was necessary.
It was cardiac arrest. Caused by a roadside bomb.
I'm not talking about Michael Jackson, the supposedly drug-addled entertainer whose death has dominated every waking moment these past few days.
Instead, as we head toward Independence Day, I found a few other Jacksons whose deaths didn't receive the attention they should have.
Let's start with Army Spec. Marlon P. Jackson, who was the first American soldier named Jackson to be killed in Iraq.
It was Nov 11, 2003 that Spec. Jackson's vehicle rolled over the detonator on an improvised explosive device, better known as an IED. Nobody called 911. It just blew up and ripped him apart.
CNN didn't break in. The Internet didn't report that a 25-year-old named Jackson was headed to a field hospital. Teary-eyed fans and supporters didn't deliver flowers to his boyhood home in New Jersey.
He just died while serving our country. A while later, his family found out.
It was a similar story for Jackson #2, less than a year later.
This Jackson was a military woman. The cause of Ms. Jackson's death was also obvious to anyone who saw her.
No autopsy needed.
Cardiac arrest.
Roadside bomb.
Army Pfc. Leslie D. Jackson was just an 18-year-old from Richmond, Virginia.
She died in Baghdad as the truck she was driving returning to the security of Camp Eagle. TMZ, the celebrity Web site, didn't rush an Internet bulletin about Pfc. Jackson's death and how she had loved to shop and do her nails, according to a friend.
She wasn't a superstar.
She was just another dead soldier.
"The Army is what she wanted. That's why there are no regrets," said her aunt, Pearl Roberts, in another interview that you never saw.
Next was Army Chief Warrant Officer Kyle E. Jackson. On Jan. 13, 2006, Chief Jackson was in a Warrior helicopter near Al Sukar, Iraq when the chopper came under small-arms fire.
This Jackson, 28, had no security entourage protecting him. And he couldn't dance his way past the enemy gunfire. Chief Jackson, from Sarasota, Florida, was killed.
There were no instant TV specials about his death or how he was a decorated Marine before moving over to the Army and how he had been awarded the Purple Heart. Magazine covers weren't changed at the last minute to accommodate a picture story with his grieving widow Betsy and two young children.
Then there was Staff Sgt. William S. Jackson II of Saginaw, Michigan. No autopsy needed on this Jackson, 29.
During combat operations at Ramadi, Iraq he was blown up by a roadside bomb. Even though "Jack," as he was known to friends, died on Veteran's Day, his demise warranted only cursory attention.
The story would have been remarkable. Lived an actual "white glove" kind of life. From a military family, he met his wife at a Wisconsin Bible college. After surviving a tour in Afghanistan, he volunteered for Iraq. And died there, leaving behind four children under age 6.
"Certainly Jack loved the Lord and loved his family. He loved his wife, and he loved his country. He was a wonderful man, and we'll dearly miss him" said his pastor.
Although there were no global memorials for Jack Jackson, he is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
Finally, just last year, came the last Jackson who died in the line of duty. Army Spec. Dustin C. Jackson, 21, of Arlington, Texas was killed on March 12, 2008. His vehicle was hit by ricochet fire while driving in Tallil, Iraq. The only morphine this Jackson has available was the inject pen that soldiers carry into battle in case their buddy is wounded.
When the local newspaper did a brief write-up on Dustin Jackson he was remembered as a child who "once raced home to ask his mother to make a grilled-cheese sandwich so he could take it to a homeless woman he had seen. As an adolescent, he wanted to give a pair of his shoes to a homeless man."
When friends sent him off at a farewell party, Jackson said a desire to help other soldiers in Iraq overrode fear for his own life.
The ultimate irony for all of them, these Jackson Five of the Iraq war, is that they could have been the subjects of a recent song by their much more famous and celebrated namesake, Michael Jackson.
It's called "What More Can I Give." The lyrics begin: "How many people would have to die before we understand. How many children have to cry before we do all we can. What have I got that I can give?"
The Jackson Five I wrote about understood. They truly gave all they could.
• Chuck Goudie, whose column appears each Monday, is the chief investigative reporter at ABC 7 News in Chicago. The views in this column are his own and not those of WLS-TV. He can be reached by e-mail at chuckgoudie@gmail.com and followed at www.twitter.com/ChuckGoudie
AUGUST!
It's august yay! Which means I will get to meet this crazy little princess inside me who is insistent on bruising my ribs and making me so uncomfortable! lol. I hope she comes soon! I have no signs tho lol. I go back to the dr on Monday and we will see if I have made any more progress but I highly doubt it. Today I have been trying to clean the house and get all of the laundry and everything done just in case she decides to come early. I am so anxious and impatient but not looking forward to the pain of labor lol.
This week has been kinda rough for my family. Our good family friend Jean has been diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. She and her husband are both in wheelchairs and have been their whole lives with cerebral palsy so chemo is def going to take a told on her. They are both two of the strongest people I have ever known. I wish I could be home to just give her a hug. She is determined to fight this. She even wore a pair of pink boxing gloves to the dr :) I know God has a plan for her but it's going to be a tough battle and I just pray she beats it. My nana beat it twice so I know it is possible! Any prayers are greatly appreciated. :)
here are some pics to put a face to a name!
This week has been kinda rough for my family. Our good family friend Jean has been diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. She and her husband are both in wheelchairs and have been their whole lives with cerebral palsy so chemo is def going to take a told on her. They are both two of the strongest people I have ever known. I wish I could be home to just give her a hug. She is determined to fight this. She even wore a pair of pink boxing gloves to the dr :) I know God has a plan for her but it's going to be a tough battle and I just pray she beats it. My nana beat it twice so I know it is possible! Any prayers are greatly appreciated. :)
here are some pics to put a face to a name!
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