<?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-2055604305605697446</id><updated>2011-12-19T22:05:02.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055604305605697446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trish_Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997140839212915839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzZmlTMl0r8/S4CGiItnoZI/AAAAAAAAABY/dmYjByM_Zq4/S220/amador+031.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055604305605697446.post-6203417043076375300</id><published>2011-11-21T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:28:40.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really happening.</title><content type='html'>I'm pregnant. 15 weeks. Jared and I wanted this so bad. I was watching every sign for ovulation, trying to time everything perfectly... don't know if that made a difference because we conceived the first month of trying. I was so happy to see the positive pregnancy test.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm feeling so unprepared. Trying to hold back my panic. How will I be a mom of a new baby and a nearly 5 year old? How will I even get through this pregnancy? Will there be complications? I haven't even started exercising because I'm so worried I'll make something go wrong... it's crazy. I need to get my head together and be thankful for this incredible blessing. I'm scared though. &lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant with Amador I couldn't stop being amazed at my growing belly and recording everything with photos. This time I haven't taken a single belly shot. I think I'm subconsciously thinking I shouldn't record it because there's a chance I'll never meet this baby. That's a pretty faithless thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055604305605697446-6203417043076375300?l=trishnicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6203417043076375300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-really-happening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055604305605697446/posts/default/6203417043076375300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055604305605697446/posts/default/6203417043076375300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-really-happening.html' title='It&apos;s really happening.'/><author><name>Trish_Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997140839212915839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzZmlTMl0r8/S4CGiItnoZI/AAAAAAAAABY/dmYjByM_Zq4/S220/amador+031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055604305605697446.post-1310693733527779202</id><published>2011-05-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:46:06.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning</title><content type='html'>I woke up late this morning which is always a bummer cause I can't seem to catch up with all the things that need to be done. Plus when I over sleep I drag and procrastinate the day, get online and browse while time is being lost. On top of feeling groggy, after having dinner at a friend's house last night, I've learned I'm allergic to not only cats but now dogs. I feel yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starting now; I'm going to drink my coffee, read my bible, teach my son a lesson in hopes he'll learn to control his anger, and then work on our budget. Then I'll make lunch, shower and get dressed myself, when he wakes I'll give him bath cause he's stinky. Make dinner and have one of the youth over and lastly around 7 tonight we'll be having the youth leaders over for a time of fellowship and prayer. Long day. I'll need to start immediately. Where's my coffee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055604305605697446-1310693733527779202?l=trishnicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1310693733527779202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055604305605697446/posts/default/1310693733527779202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055604305605697446/posts/default/1310693733527779202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-morning.html' title='Good morning'/><author><name>Trish_Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997140839212915839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzZmlTMl0r8/S4CGiItnoZI/AAAAAAAAABY/dmYjByM_Zq4/S220/amador+031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055604305605697446.post-4697711085342409428</id><published>2011-05-16T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:39:59.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never have time to sit at the computer. I try. I want to blog about my sort of obsession with modesty. I want to read thoughts on biblical womanhood and motherhood. But when can I sit here and do these things without feeling like I'm being idle or asked to step away and tend to other needs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055604305605697446-4697711085342409428?l=trishnicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4697711085342409428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-never-have-time-to-sit-at-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055604305605697446/posts/default/4697711085342409428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055604305605697446/posts/default/4697711085342409428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishnicole.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-never-have-time-to-sit-at-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish_Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997140839212915839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzZmlTMl0r8/S4CGiItnoZI/AAAAAAAAABY/dmYjByM_Zq4/S220/amador+031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
