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I'm not one for New Years Resolutions. Partly because I feel that whatever I set forth with writing down attached to good intentions and excitement that 'this year will really be different', comes crashing down by February and I'm left with tatters of guilt and remorse that once again I 'stuffed this year'. I got a little sick of writing off years before they were through, getting to October or November and wishing the last months away in the hope that the resolutions for the New Year will make the next 12 months so much better...

Does that mean I don't have goals? No. Nor does it mean there aren't things I set about to change (and often). I just don't call them New Years Resolutions. The good thing about this is when I do get a bit lazy or a goal doesn't quite go to plan, I don't feel like that's it for this year - and better wait until January before trying again.

I guess one benefit of having Resolutions at that New Year period is that there is an expectation to have thought things through - so you do. When it becomes a Whole Year Resolution it comes down to discipline to stop, think and apply yourself to change. It could become a whole resolution in and of itself.

I guess blogging on a more frequent basis has become one of my Whole Year Resolutions. How long it will last? Who knows. I have a pretty bad track record...however I'll give it a shot for now. Maybe it is only achievable because I'm on holidays (for 4 more days!!! ARGH). Maybe because I have something terrible deep, meaningful and important to say to the world (HA). Still, when I start to lack the time, or when life becomes sleep-work-eat-repeat once again and there isn't much to talk about, I won't feel so guilty and blow every other resolution out of the water until next year...

What are my others? Well, Many I'm sure I'll make up along the way this year...but I know that some involve this new season of parenthood fast approaching (I can't say/write that word anymore without thinking about the show...) both in preparation, adaptation and then evolving to the journey along the way. Some definitely involve health. Okay so the Magnums aren't a picture of a healthy person, however once my blood pressure is back to normal and I'm allowed to do 'normal' movements again, it will be my goal to get back in shape as soon as possible.

Hmmm...does that resolution *ever* succeed? New Years or not?


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I think this post is best said in pictures...







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I cannot believe it.

I almost ashamed to write it.

In fact, you can consider this a confession.

I am sitting infront of the tv with netbook in hand. (No, that's not the confession) What horrible little secret am I indulging in?

The tennis.

Please don't tell anyone. Tennis has been one of those sports I've relished mocking others for watching. I've always put it in the same category as golf and cricket. The sports that have always appeared beyond boring for anyone not actually on the court, or field, or course...

Please...a little yellow ball popping from one side of a net to the other? For five hours???

And yet, here I am. Watching Tomic play Lopez...so far it's 7-6 7-6 and I'm almost ashamed to say I'm excited.

Actually maybe the excitement is more due to the Magnum Temptation that's coming my way...
however that still doesn't explain the last few weeks. In my defense I must admit that with Darling Hubby monopolising the remote, there isn't too many other options. I must also state that I have been taken some rather enjoyable naps during crazy long matches - waking up only for the score and to shift my belly into a more comfortable position. I must say the 'thock, thock, thock' can be quite calming...

Still, my point is to never to say never.

Who would've thought I'd be watching tennis in my holidays? Certainly not I.


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Yes, I'm aware of the time that has passed.

A lot of things can happen in a year...

...even more can happen in two!

First I would like to introduce the bump growing in my middle. She looks pretty cosy and quiet in there, right? Well let me assure you when that picture was taken she was flailing around putting up a right fight against the sonographer.

She's apparently a headstrong little bump who has no problems standing up for herself. Last week when the doctor started poking and prodding to feel where everything was, there was a swift sharp kick from the inside - giving that doctor 'what for' for interrupting the morning nap.

What has amazed me most is not necessarily the ultrasound pictures or the increasingly growing waistline...but with the sound of that heartbeat it made me realise that there is actually a little person in there. Complete with eyes, ears that can hear and already with reactions to the outside world...'someone' is in there.

It blows me away...

I used to adore (and still do) Psalm 139 - and loved verse 13 - the thought that God knew us before anyone else did. I haven't thought about that verse deeply in about 10 years...but again I find it right before me - I haven't met this little person yet, but already she is fearfully and wonderfully made...complete with a hope for the future.

...right now I think she is complete with a 'kick-button' telling me breakfast is overdue...


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