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		<title>By: Blogger Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator>Blogger Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 07:42:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Matthew - Yes, it is horrible!

Jen - Thank you for the nice words. It’s cool that you were able to keep your calm.

B. Wilde - Another one?! Bite your tongue, sir! Actually, we would like to have a girl. However, I need to find a job before we can even dream of affording it. I don’t know HOW you do it with FIVE?!

Barbara - Thank you. And you get the best part of parenting, the buying of cute things and brief visits, without the all nighters!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Matthew &#8211; Yes, it is horrible!</p>
<p>Jen &#8211; Thank you for the nice words. It’s cool that you were able to keep your calm.</p>
<p>B. Wilde &#8211; Another one?! Bite your tongue, sir! Actually, we would like to have a girl. However, I need to find a job before we can even dream of affording it. I don’t know HOW you do it with FIVE?!</p>
<p>Barbara &#8211; Thank you. And you get the best part of parenting, the buying of cute things and brief visits, without the all nighters!</p>
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		<title>By: Barbara Swafford</title>
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		<dc:creator>Barbara Swafford</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 06:53:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Blogger Dad - I married into a ready made family and we never had any of our own, but I know all about those cute baby clothes.  Every time we get a new grandbaby, I&#039;m running to the store to oooooh and awwwww.  

I&#039;m looking forward to the next part of your story.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara Swaffords last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://bloggingwithoutablog.com/nbotw-bringing-me-to-tears/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;NBOTW - Bringing Me To Tears&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Blogger Dad &#8211; I married into a ready made family and we never had any of our own, but I know all about those cute baby clothes.  Every time we get a new grandbaby, I&#8217;m running to the store to oooooh and awwwww.  </p>
<p>I&#8217;m looking forward to the next part of your story.</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>Barbara Swaffords last blog post..<a href="http://bloggingwithoutablog.com/nbotw-bringing-me-to-tears/" rel="nofollow">NBOTW &#8211; Bringing Me To Tears</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: B. Wilde</title>
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		<dc:creator>B. Wilde</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 06:10:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Now this is a question I could write about all night long.  We have 5 children and our youngest is 2.  We are just starting to get mobile again and reconnect back to the way we were prior to kids.  That may seem like a long time or you might wonder how we let our relationship go or be put aside for so long.  All I can say is that life changes DRASTICALLY with kids.  It&#039;s great, but it certainly makes our marriages more challenging.  I joke around with my wife all the time and say, &quot;You know, we had a great marriage until we had kids.&quot;  I only say this because of what you&#039;re experiencing with how much changes.  No one can ever prepare you for what happens.  The list of how a guys sees things is absolutely accurate!  You really hit it on the head.  Hang in there #2.  You&#039;ll just about get back to being #1 and then probably decide to have another one.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now this is a question I could write about all night long.  We have 5 children and our youngest is 2.  We are just starting to get mobile again and reconnect back to the way we were prior to kids.  That may seem like a long time or you might wonder how we let our relationship go or be put aside for so long.  All I can say is that life changes DRASTICALLY with kids.  It&#8217;s great, but it certainly makes our marriages more challenging.  I joke around with my wife all the time and say, &#8220;You know, we had a great marriage until we had kids.&#8221;  I only say this because of what you&#8217;re experiencing with how much changes.  No one can ever prepare you for what happens.  The list of how a guys sees things is absolutely accurate!  You really hit it on the head.  Hang in there #2.  You&#8217;ll just about get back to being #1 and then probably decide to have another one.</p>
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		<title>By: Jen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 03:06:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This  a great series. It&#039;s wonderful to read this from a man&#039;s point of view. I don&#039;t get this sort of insight from my husband. It&#039;s very entertaining and informative.

So now, how did my life change leading up to the pregnancy? Well, I&#039;m really a fairly pragmatic sort of person so honestly not all that much. I took care of the &#039;stuff&#039; that needed to be done and we painted a baby room, etc. but I never did get all baby crazy. My husband on the other hand. He went nuts. We have a bit of role reversal in our relationship, lol.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jens last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/deconstructingjen/Xhlc/~3/433581155/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;a sad day, indeed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This  a great series. It&#8217;s wonderful to read this from a man&#8217;s point of view. I don&#8217;t get this sort of insight from my husband. It&#8217;s very entertaining and informative.</p>
<p>So now, how did my life change leading up to the pregnancy? Well, I&#8217;m really a fairly pragmatic sort of person so honestly not all that much. I took care of the &#8216;stuff&#8217; that needed to be done and we painted a baby room, etc. but I never did get all baby crazy. My husband on the other hand. He went nuts. We have a bit of role reversal in our relationship, lol.</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>Jens last blog post..<a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/deconstructingjen/Xhlc/~3/433581155/" rel="nofollow">a sad day, indeed</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Matthew Dryden</title>
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		<dc:creator>Matthew Dryden</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:57:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You don&#039;t make time to video games? Yikes.

I always knew our son would be far more important to her than I could ever be.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew Drydens last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/matthewdryden/~3/433720730/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Written With Blood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You don&#8217;t make time to video games? Yikes.</p>
<p>I always knew our son would be far more important to her than I could ever be.</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>Matthew Drydens last blog post..<a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/matthewdryden/~3/433720730/" rel="nofollow">Written With Blood</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Blogger Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator>Blogger Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:21:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Writer Dad - yeah, not much video game playing on my end, either. Of course, if we stop this ‘blogging thing’ we’d have a little more time for the important stuff - such as video games.

Tara - Sounds like you two did it right. It’s good to wait a while. We’d been dating for about three years when we got married, which was just enough time to trick my wife into thinking I was a much cleaner guy than I am.

Jen - Thank you. I’ll email you on that a bit later.

Urban Panther - Yeah, my parents buy my son more stuff than I remember having. What’s up with that?! Oh yeah, I guess once the kids are gone you can afford things. 

Kyddryn - Thanks for sharing. I’m not sure I want to know the feeling of something in me. I’ll have flashbacks to either something bad I ate or that scene in the Alien movie. As for T’s reluctance to hold his child, I felt the same way. I still held my son, but did so like he was a priceless artifact that might shatter into a million pieces if I shifted wrong. And I also wrapped him in an inflatable tube in case he bounced. 

Dave - LOL. Number nine after the dogs. That’s awesome. And don’t think I missed that Number Two reference, you S#!t!

GreenJello - I can’t say I share your joy of having kids around. I need my quiet time. And you get more than two kids over here and I’m breaking out the Tylenol. I can’t even imagine grandkids at this point. 

Trish - Thanks for commenting. Wow, that sounds very traumatic. A c-section with complications … I hope your husband was able to watch football in the hospital. :)

Liz P - Hated being pregnant? You mean it’s not fun to be bloated, moody and in pain? Yeah, I don’t get how ANYONE would CHOOSE to become pregnant. It’s crazy stuff. I’m thinking adoption might be the best option for Number Two. Of course my wife would disagree, she likes the whole bonding thing.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blogger Dads last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BloggerDad/~3/433232064/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Our baby story - part three: Everything changes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Writer Dad &#8211; yeah, not much video game playing on my end, either. Of course, if we stop this ‘blogging thing’ we’d have a little more time for the important stuff &#8211; such as video games.</p>
<p>Tara &#8211; Sounds like you two did it right. It’s good to wait a while. We’d been dating for about three years when we got married, which was just enough time to trick my wife into thinking I was a much cleaner guy than I am.</p>
<p>Jen &#8211; Thank you. I’ll email you on that a bit later.</p>
<p>Urban Panther &#8211; Yeah, my parents buy my son more stuff than I remember having. What’s up with that?! Oh yeah, I guess once the kids are gone you can afford things. </p>
<p>Kyddryn &#8211; Thanks for sharing. I’m not sure I want to know the feeling of something in me. I’ll have flashbacks to either something bad I ate or that scene in the Alien movie. As for T’s reluctance to hold his child, I felt the same way. I still held my son, but did so like he was a priceless artifact that might shatter into a million pieces if I shifted wrong. And I also wrapped him in an inflatable tube in case he bounced. </p>
<p>Dave &#8211; LOL. Number nine after the dogs. That’s awesome. And don’t think I missed that Number Two reference, you S#!t!</p>
<p>GreenJello &#8211; I can’t say I share your joy of having kids around. I need my quiet time. And you get more than two kids over here and I’m breaking out the Tylenol. I can’t even imagine grandkids at this point. </p>
<p>Trish &#8211; Thanks for commenting. Wow, that sounds very traumatic. A c-section with complications … I hope your husband was able to watch football in the hospital. <img src='http://www.bloggerdad.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Liz P &#8211; Hated being pregnant? You mean it’s not fun to be bloated, moody and in pain? Yeah, I don’t get how ANYONE would CHOOSE to become pregnant. It’s crazy stuff. I’m thinking adoption might be the best option for Number Two. Of course my wife would disagree, she likes the whole bonding thing.</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>Blogger Dads last blog post..<a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BloggerDad/~3/433232064/" rel="nofollow">Our baby story &#8211; part three: Everything changes</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: LizP</title>
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		<dc:creator>LizP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 22:33:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think my husband got sick of my whining about how miserable I felt with each of my pregnancies. I HATED being pregnant with a capital H.A.T.E! But I wouldn&#039;t give back the two little ones for anything!

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;LizPs last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-HSq_kfghaa94QxfcA6dXGjU-?cq=1&amp;p=1153&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;10/25/08 Fall Colours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think my husband got sick of my whining about how miserable I felt with each of my pregnancies. I HATED being pregnant with a capital H.A.T.E! But I wouldn&#8217;t give back the two little ones for anything!</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>LizPs last blog post..<a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-HSq_kfghaa94QxfcA6dXGjU-?cq=1&amp;p=1153" rel="nofollow">10/25/08 Fall Colours</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Trish</title>
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		<dc:creator>Trish</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 20:34:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Since my due date was Thanksgiving Day I was pre-occupied with whether or not I was going to get a piece of pumpkin pie that year.  (huh, who knew so few babies are actually born ON their due date?)  My husband kept telling me that I had better not go into labor and ruin his day of football.  I laughed at him and told him the chances of me interupting his football was slim.  

Yup, I went into labor early one Sunday morning and ended up with a c-section with complications.  He missed all the games that day and Monday night football the next day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Since my due date was Thanksgiving Day I was pre-occupied with whether or not I was going to get a piece of pumpkin pie that year.  (huh, who knew so few babies are actually born ON their due date?)  My husband kept telling me that I had better not go into labor and ruin his day of football.  I laughed at him and told him the chances of me interupting his football was slim.  </p>
<p>Yup, I went into labor early one Sunday morning and ended up with a c-section with complications.  He missed all the games that day and Monday night football the next day.</p>
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		<title>By: GreenJello</title>
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		<dc:creator>GreenJello</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 20:21:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As the second oldest of 6 kids, and an outside-the-home babysitter since age 11, having little ones around was second nature to me. Being pregnant was a new experience, and one I wasn&#039;t so sure I liked all that much, though....

Love having kids around. And it&#039;s probably not too much longer before the grandkids start showing up. (!!!)

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;GreenJellos last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://greenjelloland.blogspot.com/2008/10/texting-conversation_27.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Texting Conversation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As the second oldest of 6 kids, and an outside-the-home babysitter since age 11, having little ones around was second nature to me. Being pregnant was a new experience, and one I wasn&#8217;t so sure I liked all that much, though&#8230;.</p>
<p>Love having kids around. And it&#8217;s probably not too much longer before the grandkids start showing up. (!!!)</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>GreenJellos last blog post..<a href="http://greenjelloland.blogspot.com/2008/10/texting-conversation_27.html" rel="nofollow">Texting Conversation</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Dave Fowler</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dave Fowler</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 20:10:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yeah, well, I’m number freaking FIVE now, unless you count the dogs (which you should because my wife does) and then I’m number freaking NINE. Yeah buddy, you think yourself lucky you can remain in the top two cos I’m telling you it’s lonely way own here near double digits.

Hahahahahahaha

Of course I’m only kidding BloggerDad. It’s tough being displaced but fortunately for me, life got so busy I had no time to worry about demotion.

I wish I was a number two just like you :)

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dave Fowlers last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeachMyChildrenWell/~3/430699745/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, well, I’m number freaking FIVE now, unless you count the dogs (which you should because my wife does) and then I’m number freaking NINE. Yeah buddy, you think yourself lucky you can remain in the top two cos I’m telling you it’s lonely way own here near double digits.</p>
<p>Hahahahahahaha</p>
<p>Of course I’m only kidding BloggerDad. It’s tough being displaced but fortunately for me, life got so busy I had no time to worry about demotion.</p>
<p>I wish I was a number two just like you <img src='http://www.bloggerdad.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>Dave Fowlers last blog post..<a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeachMyChildrenWell/~3/430699745/" rel="nofollow">I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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