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Never blog about aiming to write regular entries. It's a proclamation inviting failure.

Well, I've learnt my lesson, so this is the blog entry declaring that I will, on no accounts, be blogging on a regular basis.

In fact, I would not even be writing today if it wasn't for an old friend on Facebook who has started her journey in blogging (mind you, I believe that is long overdue - she is the type of person whose words are wasted locked up in that head of hers - even her Facebook status updates are witty, meaningful, inspirational or all of the above) which then lead me to find other friends who are all blogging (either closet bloggers or not)...which then lead to the 'oh gee, I wish I had a blog', which lead to the 'oh darn it, I do'.

Okay, so my ramblings may not be anywhere near as exciting, inspirational, witty or awe-inspiring...but at least it's cathartic.

On a side note - I'm listening to the gestational period of Tasmanian Devils (don't ask). 25 days! Goodness me, that's the amount of days I have LEFT to go. How on earth does a she-devil have the time to not only *find out* that she is pregnant, but then set up a nursery, prepare herself emotionally, attend ante-natal classes, re-prepare herself emotionally after being scarred by said classes, pack her little labour bags, wash copious amounts of baby-devil blankets and jumpsuits, catch up with all the other she-devils before her capacity to gallivant child-free is thwarted in just 25 days?! I tip my hat to you, little devil. But I'm still spending my 25 days on the couch.

Time for an illustration of a couch session:

I believe the Darling Little Bump had the hiccups, but was determined to kick them out. I was feeling a rhythmic little 'hic' amongst octopus limbs flailing all over the place.

Darling Hubby recently tried making contact by prodding my stomach three times. There was a prompt response of three little prods back. So of course DH repeated his prods - faster this time. DLB responded. This went on for a couple of minutes until the novelty wore off for DH. Apparently DLB has a longer attention span - she tried a few more times before giving up with an almighty KICK as if chucking a little in utero tantrum.

Now she is once again reminding me that it is in fact breakfast time. So, will I write soon? Probably not, but you never know.

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







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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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