tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47959408837553089222024-03-21T07:06:34.621-07:00The Ritter RaveThe Ritter's story began on a Harley ride to Dallas, TX.
We hope you enjoy the ride and share the moments with us during our ADVENTURES...The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-42122920241204373292011-07-30T14:25:00.000-07:002011-07-30T14:25:14.416-07:00The Ruptured Achilles Tendon-<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We will always remember the time it happened…. When Wes ruptured his Achilles Tendon. On <date day="3" month="7" year="2011">July 3, 2011</date> we were at a friends house swimming and celebrating the 4<sup>th</sup> of July holiday weekend. Everything was GREAT until Wes decided that he was going to do a DOUBLE BACK flip off the diving board. As I saw him turn around on the diving board to jump backwards I had this feeling “I don’t like this.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">How it happen: Wes jumped up and when he came down on the board his left foot slipped as the board was still bouncing, pushing his left toes toward his shin causing his Achilles to tear.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When it happen: I saw it all. He came up from the water and swam toward the shallow end. I asked, “you okay?” he said, “no I think I stretched something” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">After an hour, I kept checking on him knowing he was in some pain. He said that he couldn’t put that much weight on it?!! We were in a swimming pool. AHHH so I started getting our stuff together to leave. About another hour past and I saw him get our of the pool and “hobble” over to the pool house. Thats when I knew it was time to GO!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I took our stuff to the Truck got it started and cooled down. All his friends were inside making there plates while Wes and I slipped out unnoticed. As we drove off he shares with me, “I think I tore my Achilles tendon” Me being 35 weeks pregnant at the time was not wanting to believe such a thing. I told Wes that it was impossible he wouldn’t be able to walk and would be CRYING because of the Pain.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">On the short drive home I called our Orthopedic surgeon Friend on his cell phone leaving a message and sent him a text asking to call me about Wes. When I pulled up to our house I helped Wes to the front door and he crawled to the couch. I was in disbelief. We got Wes situated with his leg elevated waiting on Dr. Matook’s call. He was out of town and not able to talk. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was putting Ice on Wes’s ankle when he said no HIGHER!! Closer to my calf!! My thoughts “OH NO!!” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
I talked Wes into going to the Urgent Care. That is when the doctor said the horrible words, “I think You tore Your Achilles Tendon!” Me- What the Bleep?! <street><address>NO WAY</address></street>?! Umm I’m pregnant. Wes was calm and said “that’s what I thought” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We then were told to head over to McBride ER on Broadway to make sure Wes didn’t need Emergency surgery!! As we headed over there I was very quite…. I was in shock and trying to process things. Isn’t it interesting that we know our spouses so well… Wes knew that I was stressing and kept saying sorry for the timing. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Mcbride was not a pleasant experience. They made me get a wheelchair for Wes and push him all around. While telling me that the Urgent Care doctors didn’t know what they were talking about. We left there knowing Wes tore his Achilles tendon, in a walking boot and crutches. Telling us to call a shoulder specialist on Tuesday, I'd rather NOT!!! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Dr Matook called us on July 4 asking to bring Wes in Tuesday at <time hour="14" minute="0">2pm</time>. After Dr. Matook did a quick examination of Wes he scheduled surgery for that Friday!! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes this is Wes at Lowe's Running into things thinking it's HILARIOUS. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">YES!! he will be a father to a SON very VERY soon!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The things I get to look forward to.. Another Wesley Ritter and forshadowing of Wes and I when we get old.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-_Wl5LSVbVWJ0W9Nw8wH17BXZD4GHZaes2piH6PO19sqMffw2Pa9eFTA2xeR-LXJQpM45SB2uy-KHairt7LMxn5kJjlqVjkj_Df-mlHUYrvQPTgC8UQ-zzH9mDnKGVtbiiPIW7lMYdQF/s1600/wes+achillies10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-_Wl5LSVbVWJ0W9Nw8wH17BXZD4GHZaes2piH6PO19sqMffw2Pa9eFTA2xeR-LXJQpM45SB2uy-KHairt7LMxn5kJjlqVjkj_Df-mlHUYrvQPTgC8UQ-zzH9mDnKGVtbiiPIW7lMYdQF/s320/wes+achillies10.JPG" t$="true" width="239" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> Wes is now in a "walking" cast for another 3 weeks. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: red;">HELL!!</span> is the only word that I can think of that fits what I feel each day when I walk outside my cool 70* home. I would have it cooler if I didn't have a HUSBAND (hehehe the dogs and I like him so... we will sacrifice) By the time I get done waddling around the house getting ready for work I am already HOT. Then I head to my car and get blasted with HEAT. Ok, Ok it's not that bad in the mornings, BUT it is HOT!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I work in out-side sales, which means I have different work conditions. I could be worse off I know. I really do feel for all the people that work outside especially the ones that are doing manual labor. If you think about it.... I'm doing manual labor 24/7 so I know EXACTLY how they feel. :)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I have been trying to start my day on making calls early so then I can beat the horrible 2pm and on HEAT. I have managed to do this part of the time. I enjoy my work so I get caught up in it and forget about getting home early until I am sweating and whining. The hard thing about my work conditions is that my car never has a chance to “COOL” down. By the time I get to an account my car hasn't reached the ideal temperature, “cool” yet. Then within minutes of getting out, the inside of my car has already reached 175* (I swear). So this constant in and out wears on you quick, with or without a Bun in the Oven. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">My doctor knows about my work situation and lectures me about making sure I am drinking more water than recommended. Which I do, I have noticed the days that I get busy and don't drink that much, it really does make a difference.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I have made it a point to get to a pool at least 2 to 3 times a week. Man does this help me cool down. I have been going to the public pool which I think is not only cooling me down, but gearing me up for having kids. (enough said)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I pray everyday that either there will be a CRAZY COLD FRONT come in or that all the meteorologist on the TV DIE!! I think that is some the hormones coming out... BUT seriously meteorologist watch what you say and how you say it!! I have thought on many different occasions about picking up our big screen television and throwing it out the door, and at that moment I truly believe I could physically pick it up and throw it, like the<span style="color: lime;"> incredible HULK</span>. Just with out turning green and all. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: blue;">Mom- to -be</span>: still walking/ working out 6 days a week. All my doctors appointments have been good, nothing serious. I have some swelling when I work to long or don't drink enough water. I have one more 2 week appointment then it's every week. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: blue;">Dad – to- be</span>: He is great. He has been helping around the house and has become in a way a “Nazi” like when it comes to me “resting” not following Dr. Wes Ritter orders. He has threatened to call Dr. Mills on me. (LOL) He is scooping out the “best” bikes, motorcycles, Big wheels, skater shoes you name it. I think he is excited.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-38336689896146658342011-06-05T07:52:00.000-07:002011-06-05T07:52:09.574-07:00Breastfeeding Class with Wes<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Breastfeeding. Wow when you just mention this word everyone has there opinion and want you to know about it. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I have always planned to breastfeed. After my good friend showed me how she manged to juggle working full time in a high stress job, maintain her composure and household, while still providing for her little girl for the 1<sup>st</sup> year, that gave me even MORE motivation. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I really do believe the more you know the better it will be. So I signed up for the Free breastfeeding classes that were offered at Deaconess (delivering hospital). When I signed up I asked if other husbands/men usually came to the class. She told me that they are encouraged to go. In my mind that means VERY FEW MEN ARE IN THE CLASS! I told Wes about the class and said husbands are encouraged to go. He said “I will Be There!” </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tuesday night, the week of class, I reminded Wes about the breastfeeding class on Thursday. He said, “I will be there” (Well I have to tell you that I have become MORE ornery through the years and I blame it on WES!! He has taught me well on how to be VERY ORNERY!) This gave me a opening to be ornery, I then proceeded to tell him that I got a letter for the class last week. In the letter it told me that if your “partner” was joining you they needed to bring a BRA. You should have seen the look on his FACE. I'm not sure how I held back laughter, some how I managed. I went with it, saying I guess they want you to get a better understanding on breastfeeding. Now REMEMBER this is our 1<sup>st</sup> child, we are NEW to this. Wes is a GREAT husband and trooper. He said, “ok, I will be there”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Thursday, the day of the class I completely forgot about the “BRA” thing. I texted Wes to remind him about the class. Here is our conversation.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Me-Btw I have the breastfeeding class tonight</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wes- I'm gonna have to find a bra</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">(giggling and thinking wes is playing along)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Me- Oh yeah. Will you measure yourself? I can stop and get you one!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wes- I don't know how</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Me- Measure with your measuring tape around your ribs near your nipples</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wes- 35” not sure what cup size</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Me- Great! I have one!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wes- what time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Me- it starts at 6:30 at deaconess</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This made my day. I was laughing so hard and still thinking he is playing along. When we got home from work while eating dinner I was joking about the text messages. The look on his Face once again priceless. He thought it was some kind of “pregnancy suit” thing to get a better understanding. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We went to the class all the ladies there had there husbands with them. Wes was the A+ student. He was engaging with open discussion and YELLING out the answers. I was surprised and impressed. We learned a lot and I am so thankful to have a husband that cares enough and supports me. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I know that there is no guarantee when it comes to breastfeeding but I am going to give it a shot.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Also, I am IN FOR IT!!! I have set myself up for a nice little payback from WES! He does make me laugh. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Prenatal Classes next week, this should be interesting. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-21613285613286804842011-05-30T08:44:00.000-07:002011-05-30T08:44:40.271-07:0029 weeks- All in good humorWow 29 weeks- (7 months for my sisters) this is the last week in my twenties!!! The time is drawing near. We only have 11 more weeks to go. AHHHHHHHHHH this is my freaking out moment. Which I have noticed I am having more of lately. I have moments when I COMPLETELY FREAK OUT.... Asking myself..<br />
what am I doing? Am I completely crazy thinking I can care for a BABY?! Am I going to be able to hold him correctly? Crap we don't have a name yet? The baby's room isn't organized? Our master bath and closet isn't done yet!? How do I work this car seat thing??!!! What if i forget about him? Am I ever going to be able to sleep again like people say I am NOT? Am I going to have all the STUFF I need from that HUGE Babies R US store? I need to lock myself in a room and just study and read all the books that people keep recommending? Am I working out enough? Gaining to much weight? Not enough weight?<br />
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Then just like that in a split second I have the "day dream" moments where I get so excited to see him and hold him. Yep not thinking about the thought I JUST had about me not being able to hold him. I get so excited that all the little stupid worries I have disappear. I can't wait to meet him and teach him so many exciting things. He is going to come no matter what and I know that I will just make it work. <br />
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I think I have started the early stages of "nesting" just because I want everything done and in it's place. This means Wes has a lot of HONEY DO's. Which he isn't to thrilled or johnny on the spot of getting my demanding before Lil Ritter comes list done. He is the "laid back" one in the marriage. The damn house could be on fire and he would be calm and cool. I remember when I used to be.... But that is how we work so well together. <br />
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Other than all the emotional moments I have had this week everything has been great.<br />
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Mom to be: Gaining weight like I should (hard for me to understand) feeling good. Still rocking the heels at work, but changing into flip flops. I have noticed that my energy level is dropping by the end of the day. I am still able to sleep through the night, if it is cool enough in the bedroom and my mind is at peace. I'm getting excited and nervous all wrapped into one. <br />
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Dad to be: He is still working on the house. Trying to get that Honey Do list done before the lil guy arrives. He has been very encouraging and supportive about me and my struggles. Remember the "laid back" part. He hasn't gotten over the fact that the house is going to be "freezing" to him until my oven is done cooking. He has taken time to rub my feet after a long day. He is a good guy I think I will keep him!! <br />
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</div>The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-22985838146089634292011-05-23T20:25:00.000-07:002011-05-23T20:27:27.786-07:00How I enjoy the Harley while 28 weeks pregnant<div style="text-align: center;">Wes and I love taking the Harley out. It might be for a long trip to Sturgis, a little trip to Arkansas or bar hopping around town. This is something that we really enjoy doing together. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Since I have been pregnant it has been difficult for me to listen to all the loud Harley's pass by and not yell to Wes, "Let's Go for a RIDE!!" Wes has been very sweet and said he just doesn't like to ride without me!! (hahaha who is he kidding, BUT smart man to say that to me) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I try to get him out on the bike knowing it's that time of the year and he misses riding his Harley. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So this past Sunday I told him to go for a ride... I said lets go get some lunch and then you go from there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is how I Ride the Harley while being pregnant</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-42039727592347486682011-05-22T07:40:00.000-07:002011-05-23T17:43:05.601-07:00THE BABYMOON GETAWAY AT ECHO CANYON RESORT<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Echo Canyon Resort has been Wes and I's favorite little getaway to sneak off to. This place is AMAZING, WONDERFUL, PEACEFUL, RELAXING, ROMANTIC, REFRESHING etc. We have been going to Echo Canyon since 2004. Wes found the little bed and breakfast and booked it for a surprise birthday night for me. We have been going 2 to 3 times a year ever since. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"> We usually only stay one night, but we made it into a little two night getaway. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This is our view from our balcony. The B&B is located in the Chickasaw State Park area in Sulphur, OK.</div><div align="center">I told you it was Beautiful, Peaceful, Relaxing, Romantic etc.</div><div align="center">Joe and Carol are the End Keepers and make you feel so special each and every time.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2ekkugcT2dMptBMLMOz18OXlnKkwuuAg5H465jV-b3lUcgON5H2E5oBJozRy6_u9dYAfTKgQZhnrDIZUXTDL3f5Bi5T9ZtmFTTCmSUZGPojqux7ZuZB-99-0W9D_GC0BLTz9-dt5kapB/s1600/bandb2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2ekkugcT2dMptBMLMOz18OXlnKkwuuAg5H465jV-b3lUcgON5H2E5oBJozRy6_u9dYAfTKgQZhnrDIZUXTDL3f5Bi5T9ZtmFTTCmSUZGPojqux7ZuZB-99-0W9D_GC0BLTz9-dt5kapB/s320/bandb2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Sorry about the photo. I forgot my camera so I am using my phone... </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">This is our room. The Marilyn Monroe suite. We have stayed in every room once and a few twice. We like to stay in the “Mansion” part. It's like your own little apartment with out the kitchen. The Beds are so comfortable you will sleep so good. (I miss the place already) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The restaurant over looks the echo canyon. While Wes and I were enjoying the wonderful feast we were able to watch the thunder storm come through and noticed a beautiful Rainbow. It was a nice little touch to the evening.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Dinner is 3 course meal. Starts with a delicious salad with homemade salad dressing. Toast with homemade pesto. Main course is Prime cut filet steak, with twice baked potato, sauteed vegetables, grilled shrimp and a little duck</div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Dessert- It's different every time but I am NEVER disappointed. This time was a wonderful strawberry short cake. </div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">And for the DRINK- I know that sounds weird but they have a Homemade Hibiscus juice with champagne. I didn't get the champagne this time but the juice was good enough. </div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I recommend having dinner with the Van Horn's at Baron of Beef.</div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Since we were staying two days We were able to enjoy some alone time and explore the Chickasaw State Park. This is what we did on Friday afternoon. </div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-47301280925278479022011-05-07T11:56:00.000-07:002011-05-07T11:58:48.585-07:007 days of HELL<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span><br />
On Tuesday April 26th I came home from work not feeling well. That's when it ALL started!!<br />
I told Wes that I felt like a needed to throw up.... And I didn't stop for the next 7 days. I couldn't even keep water down. It was horrible!<br />
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I called the doctor on Tuesday night he called in anti nausea medicine which did NOTHING! I went a couple of days thinking it was something I ate. Then Thursday night happened. It was HELL. I was still having trouble keeping anything down; at midnight I was at my wits end. I was getting dehydrated and dizzy. I called the doctor again, poor on call doctor. He told me that it was time to go to the hospital to get some fluids and monitor the baby. My mom took me to Deaconess Hospital at 1am and they were waiting for me. Wes was still working nights so he left work and was there in no time. The Nurses were so friendly and sweet. I thought I was just going to be there for maybe an hour or two. When they told me that I was staying over night I started crying. But they told me that it would be Fun I could watch the Royal wedding with them.<br />
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After the IV's and a BIG fantastic shot of phenergan, I started feeling better. The baby was GREAT! He didn't show any signs of my dehydration affecting him. I was able to sleep for a few hours and watch the Royal wedding.<br />
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Around 8am I was starving and wanted to eat. (Which is all I have wanted to do for the last 4 days?) I had to wait for the ultrasound on my gallbladder. After 2 hours and the ultrasound they brought me the BEST breakfast ever!!!<br />
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At 10:30 they told me that I could go home and make sure to eat Bland food! YUCK. They told me that everything seemed fine it must be some bad stomach bug or pregnancy. I was schedule for a doctor’s appointment for that following Monday.<br />
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The whole weekend was the same, me spending quality time with the toilet. Monday came and the doctor said that my gallbladder was good and she was going to do more blood test. I had lost 3lbs during that week. It came back as a BAD STOMACH VIRUS! <br />
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Finally Tuesday/ Wednesday I was back to normal! Hooray<br />
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</div></div>The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-76707679092688796662011-04-23T09:49:00.000-07:002011-04-23T14:45:28.760-07:00Sadie and Tex Ritter- Our Four legged children<div align="center"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I wanted to do a blog about our four legged children, Sadie and Tex Ritter. </div><div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: magenta;">Sadie: She is the princess of the house, Wes and I call her Princess Sadie. She is now 13 years old. She is a brindle boxer that Wes got from a friend. Sadie was 2 years old at the time when Sadie and he became a family. She is very smart. For example, She will make herself shiver if she knows you are looking out the window and it’s cold outside. Cleaver. Also, This is new… She has figured that if she runs to our bedroom window that faces the backyard and barks one of us will get up to let her in the house!!! Now we have tried ignoring her, but she will not rest until she is in the HOUSE</span>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: magenta;">I believe that she has taught Tex many things such as: HATE CATS, how to properly tree a squirrel, that it’s ok to bust the fence pickets, and the most effective way to get me to get them on the bed with me</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Tex: He is a tough Sweet puppy. He is 5 years old fawn boxer. He jumps about 8’ high. If he only knew that he could clear our fence he would be out on the town. He has become a great protector of me. He is such a curious dog. He wants to be helping with everything Wes and I do. I really do think he thinks he is helping. I have noticed that he does whatever Sadie wants. He is a very strong dog!! All muscle. Loves to run and act tough behind the Fence when people approach the house. But he becomes your buddy within minutes. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSb0U8TLql1pVJNo3eQd-xNEkXPoP1jr-QEdJWKoDCVZIgcPDoiYQDaVn7rXoRTPpLLAHNA30HIhuS0Ens27jV3WNbXetEkQmbHP-TqbKYXcHYhcwkJ6T9sQEUIEQR33-bLj34PJTLnzx/s1600/sadie+Ritter2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSb0U8TLql1pVJNo3eQd-xNEkXPoP1jr-QEdJWKoDCVZIgcPDoiYQDaVn7rXoRTPpLLAHNA30HIhuS0Ens27jV3WNbXetEkQmbHP-TqbKYXcHYhcwkJ6T9sQEUIEQR33-bLj34PJTLnzx/s320/sadie+Ritter2.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center"><span style="color: white;">This was in 2005!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;">It use to be just Wes and Sadie. They have a special bond</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Sadie loved me at 1st sight. I would take her everywhere with me and paint her toe nails.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">We would get in trouble together. </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">For awhile it was just Wes, Sadie and Me. Then Wes and I kept noticing that Sadie would somehow escape to the FRONT yard. After we did some investigation and surveillance on her we found out she</span> was JUMPING our 6’ fence. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: white;"> TEX RITTER- new member of the Family</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;">We went to Chandler, OK to pick this little guy up. He was the last of the litter and just adorable.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;">The family said that they were thinking about keeping him and calling him PEDRO!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;">Let's just say Tex is GLAD we CAME!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">I think the picture says it all!!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Tex- "hey are you my MOM?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Sadie- "What the Hell is this... I am the Queen of the house?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">They have been Best BUDS ever since! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Sadie took him in as her own. .</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Wes decided to build them a dog house. If you know Wes you know that it is going to be over the top! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Wes went all out on this dog house. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Framed it, insulation, roofed</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">SPOILED!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">He thinks he is a Human. yes he is covered up with a down comforter that they have claimed as there own. I was going to give it to goodwill, but they had other plans.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Great example on how well Sadie taught Tex to give the "puppy dog" look to get what he wants!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOKAguALSmJUHdfhtAqqAKOdZhC0rvzs5-Y0BT8RcVG0NpBy1MHxQ2T0fOPPMUYWZe_Mft3IhGSQbsk_8B2WB27qhPDgne8yQe5NxC0mKwynrvYwfTiA7Nd-Uep0r816QVn-58iRyz_8A/s1600/tex+in+trouble2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white;"><img border="0" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOKAguALSmJUHdfhtAqqAKOdZhC0rvzs5-Y0BT8RcVG0NpBy1MHxQ2T0fOPPMUYWZe_Mft3IhGSQbsk_8B2WB27qhPDgne8yQe5NxC0mKwynrvYwfTiA7Nd-Uep0r816QVn-58iRyz_8A/s1600/tex+in+trouble2.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">awww feel sorry for this little guy!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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</span></div>The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-60941762254297587252011-04-17T17:11:00.000-07:002011-04-17T17:11:24.469-07:0020-23 weeks<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It has been VERY BUSY around the Ritter house!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We have been working on the Master bath (Hahah WE) Wes is doing an AMAZING job. I am going to post another page to the blog detailing all the work we have been doing.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Wes is still working NIGHTS (boo) at Tinker for JESCO electric. I have threaten both Wes and his boss that if wes works another night after May 1<sup>st</sup> his boss better have an extra room for Mr. Wesley!! *wink wink</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We had a Doctor appointment the Monday after the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Gender Reveal Party</i> and everyone in the office was so excited about how we did the party. They all knew what we were having the second we left the office after our ultrasound. I feel so “loved” in the office. All the office staff, nurses and even the partner doctor are so Caring and nice. It really makes me feel excited to go the doctor. We had blood work this past time and she was awesome… But I donate blood so this is nothing to me. It’s just a great pleasure. My doctor was still out for maternity leave; I am so excited for the next visit to talk with her about the party and many more questions I have. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">As For MOM</span>: I am still out there busting my butt at work- I am in Outside Medical Sales for a Home Health Company. Some of the Hard parts are I can’t take the stairs like a usually do. (they are faster than elevators in most hospitals) AND work clothes and my favorite high heels are becoming a challenge. I have always kept flip flops in my work bag but it has gotten to the point I am wearing the flip flops into the office usually around the 2 o’clock hour without a CARE in the World. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am still working out 5 times a week. Walking 2 miles and doing some calisthenics. I have been doing FANTASTIC! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">As for DAD</span>: He is getting SOOOOO excited. He has been out shopping and talking about how him and lil Ritter are going to be best buds. </div>The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-53361624824365593602011-04-17T17:09:00.000-07:002011-04-20T19:37:47.970-07:00Gender Reveal Party- March 26<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Gender Reveal Party</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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This was the best day that worked for my cousin to get down and install our new carpet in the house. I was not going to pass up the opportunity to get it installed. Also, it’s nothing like a party at your house to get all the little things you have always said you would “get around to doing” done. WELL we were in my mom’s words “waiting until the eleventh hour” to get it done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkyvixtmJpMxD29HPG157BFRYhDR6zo64vd8GdZZCfemsjVey89tAEH6RvzrZ6c25JUdtwcOQ-NEX_BvynW7vY3xq7yFp5ilmzmYLkU0J1ZxucYpmB-3Wb8Oa78Mjj24OiWwJBu-MhcD4/s1600/crazy+house.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238px" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkyvixtmJpMxD29HPG157BFRYhDR6zo64vd8GdZZCfemsjVey89tAEH6RvzrZ6c25JUdtwcOQ-NEX_BvynW7vY3xq7yFp5ilmzmYLkU0J1ZxucYpmB-3Wb8Oa78Mjj24OiWwJBu-MhcD4/s320/crazy+house.bmp" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was my house At 7:00 am 12 hours before the PARTY!!! I'm CRAZY but you have to do what you have to do</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wes is so thrilled... He has a Little boy that he can teach all sorts of things. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He told me that night, "I'm going to go buy a shovel and BIG WHEEL tomorrow!!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-70129043126880375742011-04-17T15:19:00.000-07:002011-04-17T15:19:47.443-07:00The Ultra sound DAY!!!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">March 24<sup>th</sup> at 2:15 pm Wes and I were at Dr. Mills office both excited to have the 1<sup>st</sup> look at our Lil Ritter. The Sonographer came and got us to take us back tot the Beautiful room. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">If you didn’t know before Wes and I decided to have a Gender Reveal Party. Our plan was to go to the ultrasound look at the baby and then have our Cake Baker (Cathy Weems and Lacy Leonard) call up to the doctor’s office around 3pm to find out the gender.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am so glad that is how we did it. I gave us the opportunity to really focus on what was really important… Lil Ritter’s Health. It was amazing to see everything. Because I waited until 20 weeks for the ultrasound we were able to see how big Lil Ritter was and all the organs. I know that most parents out there get this, but as a new parent Wes and I were speechless, amazed, in awww! When it came time to “find out” what we were having Wes and I both didn’t look. As we walked into the hall of the office I saw Dr. Mills she was up there visiting because she just had her little baby girl. She was so excited that she went and looked at “the Picture” that the Sonographer had. Now that was TOUGH knowing that the only two people in the world that knew what we were having were standing in front of us with a STRAIGHT POKER FACE. I tell you this because Dr. Mills asked me “So what do you think you are having?” I said, “I am think we are having a Boy, because that is just something I feel. It might be the fact that I know God LOVES to challenge me. Which this is a challenge, because I have sisters growing up No dirty boys in our house, just bows and curling irons. And to know how Wes was growing up… I can already tell you we will have arms in cast during the summer and some sort of reptile pets in the house!!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dr. Mills = Poker face.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As we left we heard that the Cake Baker, Cathy Weems was on the phone.. Great someone else in the world KNOWS!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Still at that moment it was one of the coolest days of our lives. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLoKF90kbxz0U-kS0-Y9Ff-TnUjLTFHIhGcDtf03si8lFOSc1jd2ePcmLa7c5tAse938UeUAnsJWwXn6RQc0TC8svDKIQxoNhwfXoLv6qVu6hSLFwF8xa8ZRhLNyTWxAxbeF3WOIJfAPv/s1600/arms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLoKF90kbxz0U-kS0-Y9Ff-TnUjLTFHIhGcDtf03si8lFOSc1jd2ePcmLa7c5tAse938UeUAnsJWwXn6RQc0TC8svDKIQxoNhwfXoLv6qVu6hSLFwF8xa8ZRhLNyTWxAxbeF3WOIJfAPv/s320/arms.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWVrEDvcsngX-sXfxSsqiFVpEw57s8dSw90b-mhafviFvu2atoDo2wveluPnFUI9TAmDLaY0zdID7oRfWQG_UxKQ3OtOppzrOD2CiDycwM7uy7iKweVedMAbniMLzYtfrfo7cuRVo8RTC/s1600/foot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWVrEDvcsngX-sXfxSsqiFVpEw57s8dSw90b-mhafviFvu2atoDo2wveluPnFUI9TAmDLaY0zdID7oRfWQG_UxKQ3OtOppzrOD2CiDycwM7uy7iKweVedMAbniMLzYtfrfo7cuRVo8RTC/s320/foot.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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My doctor is pregnant as well and is due any day. This is a fantastic because she can relate and help me with any off the wall questions I have. We discussed Cravings and how we each deal with them. Which was super funny. My cravings have been Onion Rings, Fried bologna sandwich (which I have not had yet, but I think about it), chili dogs, brownie fudge sundae, and pickles YUM. Wes has helped with the cravings by talking me out of buying everything in the store and going along with the "out of left field" dinner ideas. I honestly believe he is loving it!!!<br />
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We have scheduled our next ultra sound for March 24th!!! I am very excited for this date!!!<br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">As for Mom</span>:</span> I have been great. Still tired and getting some headaches here and there. But I am keeping up with walking, jogging, swimming and some weight training. It makes me Feel Fantastic after a 30 minute workout. <br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">As for Dad</span>: He is going to be a busy bee. Nothing like having a baby on the way to get our butts in gear to add a master bath, tile the shower and get other honey do's done around the house. We will keep you updated!!The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-7712483679500075412011-01-26T11:04:00.000-08:002011-01-26T11:04:18.661-08:0011 weeksI went to the Doctor on Monday Jan 24th. Wes was not allowed to come. He wanted to but he was sick with a fever. I thought it would be best for him not to be around others and stay in bed to rest. <br />
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I was able to hear the heart beat again it was 166. It is the coolest thing to hear. <br />
The doctor said the Baby is doing great! The doctor gave me the thumbs up for not having any morning sickness and told me I was in the CLEAR! WOOHOO<br />
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I let her know that Wes was sick and I was worried that he might get me sick. She told me that her husband is a ER/ urgent care doctor and 80% of the patients were FLU cases. I was told I must get a flu shot and she put me on Tami flu for precaution. She said that she is more worried by the fact that I go in and out of doctor offices and hospitals with the FLU like it is. <br />
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I went and got my FLU shot right then. As I was waiting I notice EVERYONE that came in had FLU symptoms. The pharmacy told me that they were out of Tami flu and I would need to pick it up on Tuesday.<br />
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I thought no biggie... Then Wednesday morning Happened!!!! I woke up with a horrible headache, chills, coughing and vomiting. "is this morning sickness or FLU!! whatever it is I do NOT like it"<br />
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I called the doctor. She told me IT'S the FLU!! I am on Tami flu and already feeling better.<br />
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Wes and I have been out looking at baby furniture and EVERYTHING ELSE that comes with it. THERE IS A LOT OF STUFF!! <br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">As for Mom</span>: I have been feeling good until the FLU issue, but I am optimistic that it won't last long. I told my boss I was pregnant. She was SUPER excited and told me that I could take off all the time I needed and we could work something out if I wanted to come back part-time. (sigh) That was a big relief!<br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">As for Dad</span>: He continues to be a HUGE help!! We have plans to add the master bathroom suite in Feb. I am so thankful to have a husband like him. He has been a champ and great with the baby shopping. <br />
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Wesley's 30th birthday is coming up on Friday. He is having a Dodge ball party. Yep!! This is going to be super FUNNY to watch. Men running around acting like they are in middle school. I will post pictures and the highlights.The Ritter Ravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00028219859533088197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795940883755308922.post-45460893672451200522011-01-06T17:26:00.000-08:002011-01-13T19:02:14.383-08:00New Year New Ritter!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Wes and I are so thrilled, delighted, overjoyed, happy, and all the other words that describe EXCITED to announce that we will be Proud Parents in 2011!!!<br />
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The due date is set for August 12th and we will be find out what we will be having in May!!!<br />
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We were able to give our families GREAT Christmas Gifts this year. We had the opportunity to see there reactions all at once when we gave them gifts of picture frames letting them not that they were the world's Greatest Grandparent/Aunt/ Uncle!!! It was a pretty cool site to see. <br />
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We are so happy for all the support from our Family and Friends. It's funny when you tell someone that you are pregnant they get so EXCITED and that emotion rubs off on you! And you get excited ALL over AGAIN!!! Its been pretty fun!<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">As for the Mom to be</span>: I have been feeling fantastic, I have moments when I'm not sure I'm pregnant because I feel NORMAL! I little more tired than usual but I am still up early working out or joining in on the hustle and bustle of life. <br />
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<span style="color: blue;">As for the Dad to be</span>: He is SUPER excited!! He has been a GREAT help with me. Making sure I am taking my vitamins and following doctors orders when it comes to working out. He is very involved with the doctor appointments. Helping answer questions and remembering what was said.<br />
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We had our 1st Ultrasound on December 30th. We found out that we are having 1 baby! The ultrasound tech had us going for a moment. BUT Wes was quick to make it Clear only one! We were relieved to say the least.<br />
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We are very excited to be Parents and we will keep you posted<br />
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