<?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-8648861435389044212</id><updated>2011-09-05T15:45:30.905-07:00</updated><category term='infertility'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='dating'/><category term='ttc'/><category term='love'/><category term='health'/><category term='hair'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Aspiring Mother</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648861435389044212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483801212820332151</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648861435389044212.post-3206456786282573023</id><published>2011-08-09T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:05:06.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ttc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Introduction: How We Meet</title><content type='html'>So I have to apologize as I got caught up in life and my work. I had been thinking I would have been free to blog but its a lot harder to sit at a computer than it is to just do it on my iphone. Blogger needs an iPhone app.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on to the Introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Chaca. I am the baby on both sides of my family when it comes to my parents. My mother is the first child out of two and she has one brother, with my dad. I barely know much about him so I do not know exactly where he fits in his mother's slew of children. I do know that I have a half sister from him.My mother and father were never married and there relationship was pretty much over before I could fully grasp what a relationship was. I was raised in a happy one parent home with my elder brother. We had a great childhood full of awe and wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my 3 year of high school I got my second real job working at a grocery store, and this is where I met Mr.FixIt. I had seen him a few times when I went into the store to shop with my mom but it was not until I started working there when he and I finally got to meet. Our Manager asked him to show me the ropes as he was a supervisor. He was very bossy so I immediately was not too fond of him. That day of work was fun inspite of his bossy nature, I loved all the new people I was able to meet....amongst them was even Mr.FixIt's mom. She asked tons of questions about my background because she claimed I had an accent.....I thought she was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks down the line Mr.FixIt and I were on a first name basis but strictly professional. Apparently he had been telling one of the workers in the meat department about me and the two of them ran into me working on an aisle while they were going to break. The meat worker smiled as he and Mr.FixIt walked and chatted together. He looked my way and asked Mr.FixIt my name. The meat work then says Chaca how old are you? I promptly told him that I was 16, he laughed and looked at Mr.FixIt and said "She's jailbait!" They laughed and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to work and when my shift was over I was walking to my car when I hear a voice calling out to me. Of course, you guessed it, it was Mr.FixIt. He wanted me to wait for him so he could ask me something. I went ahead and waited. As he walked with my to my car he talked about how he could not believe I was only 16, and I was like yeah well I am. So I asked how old he was and found out that he was 22. I had never looked at him like anything more than just a coworker for the simple fact that he was bossy, he was shorter than I liked my guys but he was taller than me, I had a boyfriend (though it was a rocky relationship I had a boyfriend non the less.), and overall he was not my type. As the months went on Mr.FixIt began to show me his romantic interest I continue to just be his friend and coworker. My boyfriend and I broke up and it was great being single and just hanging with my friends. I started to see what my mom was talking about, she always said relationships were too demanding at that age. She was right. I was able to start hanging out with Mr.FixIt. At first he would just talk to me for an hour by my car after work, then he and I went to lunch together, after a while he expressed his interest in me which I swiftly rejected the notion of. I was not ready for another boyfriend. Little did I know how traditional Mr.FixIt was, he was so interested in me that he talked to my mom when she came into the grocery store and let her know he was my friend. Of course my mom knew what he really meant and told me Mr.FixIt likes you. How old is he? When I divulged his age my mom said nope he's too old.&amp;nbsp; He was in college and working, very independant and thats what I thought was interesting about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rejecting Mr.FixIt's proposals to begin courting over and over I finally talked to my grandma who thought he sounded like a nice guy. She convinced my mom to allow me to date Mr.FixIt. On his next proposal for a date I let him know that I would because I finally got the approval from my mom. He happily agreed to come by and pick me up on the weekend to take me out to dinner and a movie. My mom was surprised to hear that he also had his own car and was a bit leary about us going out together. She finally just said yes because she trusted me so much. Our first date was wonderful., and I never imagined that he could be that wonderful outside of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to see each other more, both at work and after I got out of school. Mr.FixIt had bigger plans for us as the year went on and it was something I never thought would happen........(Cont.Part II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648861435389044212-3206456786282573023?l=aspiringmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3206456786282573023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/2011/08/introduction-how-we-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648861435389044212/posts/default/3206456786282573023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648861435389044212/posts/default/3206456786282573023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/2011/08/introduction-how-we-meet.html' title='Introduction: How We Meet'/><author><name>CB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483801212820332151</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-8648861435389044212.post-3589829676538953671</id><published>2011-08-02T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:13:50.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BEE</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy today I promise tomorrow I will come to post the introduction about myself and Mr.FixIt. Currently I am helping two people plan a wedding and its more work than I intially thought. So stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648861435389044212-3589829676538953671?l=aspiringmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3589829676538953671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-busy-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648861435389044212/posts/default/3589829676538953671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648861435389044212/posts/default/3589829676538953671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-busy-bee.html' title='BUSY BUSY BEE'/><author><name>CB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483801212820332151</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-8648861435389044212.post-1441202082154219888</id><published>2011-08-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T19:26:43.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Needing an Outlet</title><content type='html'>So I am going to attempt to blog my journey for the 3rd time. Hopefully this one is truly the charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Chaca, I am 24 years old and I have been married to my husband for 6 years, we'll just call him Mr.FixIt. He literally fixes everything around here. We reside in the Southern most state that is attached to the U.S with our lone little pup. We have been trying to conceive for the better part of our marriage and have tried numerous medical procedures except the big one called IVF. We are hoping it will be our next step but of course our health insurance does not cover it an its a big expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days I will try my hardest to help you all get to know myself and Mr.FixIt so stay tuned for complete introduction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to blog to document my journey to motherhood and however long it may be so I hope a few of you will join me on this wild ride of life as I continue to aspire to be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/247/B0F6D2FE55D4302E0753579F256AAFFC.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648861435389044212-1441202082154219888?l=aspiringmother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1441202082154219888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/2011/08/needing-outlet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648861435389044212/posts/default/1441202082154219888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648861435389044212/posts/default/1441202082154219888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringmother.blogspot.com/2011/08/needing-outlet.html' title='Needing an Outlet'/><author><name>CB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483801212820332151</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></feed>
