Turning a New Year...
Well. The year is just about over {save for a few sweet hours left} and it doesn't make sense to reflect on what was. {Or in my case...what wasn't...}
It wasn't the year of the run. Or the tri. Or the Ironman.
As you know...
It was the year of making-and baking-a baby. Lots of blessings in unexpected places.
Good times, really.
Especially the trying part of baby-making...that was exceptionally fun.
{Except for now my dad totally knows that I have sex. Not sure how I feel about that...unless you think he'd go for the whole immaculate conception thing?}
But yes. Good times all around.
{With the exception of her not having nearly enough room in there right now.}
And in two {TWO!!!!!! WTF?!} short little months, this whole pregnancy ordeal will be over and this dark haired, dark eyed, little person we've created will enter this world and start raising some hell. No doubt, she'll be a hell-raiser. Any child of ours will be ready to make a statement from day one.
I've already been doing a bit of nesting...lots of purging 'round these parts to make way for the little one. The crib and changing tables are in, they just need to be put together. And we've been slowly but surely stocking up on basics like onesies and blankets. Even a few other fun, ridiculous little things like swim suits {for a St. Thomas trip in June} and over-sized flower headbands.
Apparently I'm girlier than I ever gave myself credit for, because there is quite an abundance of pink in my possession now. Pictures to come, naturally.
And I've even been trying my hand at becoming more domestic.
Trust me. I wouldn't normally try to make my own goldfish crackers from scratch. {And yes, they were beyond delicious.}
Perhaps motherhood is slowly making me more like Betty Crocker? Who knows.
But I've been giving some good thought on what I'm hoping to achieve in 2012. And while clearly the first and foremost goal is to become a kick ass mom and save the world before bedtime, I'm not *quite* ready to divulge my running goals for the year.
Yes. Running goals.
Not tri.
But a valiant {and triumphant} return to the run.
And it's arguably a bit more aggressive than I was once considering.
Okay.
More aggressive...
than I ever...
...freakin'...
...imagined.
But I've been assured by the other half and the sassiest piece of southern ass I know, that with their help it'll be attainable and I'll surprise the pants off of myself.
It looks like I'll have some attention mano-a-mano from a pretty spectacular coach, so I'm pretty excited.
Now...it's just a matter of figuring out just when exactly I'll get cleared to start moving and shaking after baby girl's arrival.
Cheers to a most excellent 2012 and achieving all of your athletic and personal goals!
You know, assuming the Mayan's aren't right about that little calendar issue and muck everything up for us all.
It wasn't the year of the run. Or the tri. Or the Ironman.
As you know...
It was the year of making-and baking-a baby. Lots of blessings in unexpected places.
Good times, really.
Especially the trying part of baby-making...that was exceptionally fun.
{Except for now my dad totally knows that I have sex. Not sure how I feel about that...unless you think he'd go for the whole immaculate conception thing?}
But yes. Good times all around.
{With the exception of her not having nearly enough room in there right now.}
And in two {TWO!!!!!! WTF?!} short little months, this whole pregnancy ordeal will be over and this dark haired, dark eyed, little person we've created will enter this world and start raising some hell. No doubt, she'll be a hell-raiser. Any child of ours will be ready to make a statement from day one.
I've already been doing a bit of nesting...lots of purging 'round these parts to make way for the little one. The crib and changing tables are in, they just need to be put together. And we've been slowly but surely stocking up on basics like onesies and blankets. Even a few other fun, ridiculous little things like swim suits {for a St. Thomas trip in June} and over-sized flower headbands.
Apparently I'm girlier than I ever gave myself credit for, because there is quite an abundance of pink in my possession now. Pictures to come, naturally.
And I've even been trying my hand at becoming more domestic.
Trust me. I wouldn't normally try to make my own goldfish crackers from scratch. {And yes, they were beyond delicious.}
Perhaps motherhood is slowly making me more like Betty Crocker? Who knows.
But I've been giving some good thought on what I'm hoping to achieve in 2012. And while clearly the first and foremost goal is to become a kick ass mom and save the world before bedtime, I'm not *quite* ready to divulge my running goals for the year.
Yes. Running goals.
Not tri.
But a valiant {and triumphant} return to the run.
And it's arguably a bit more aggressive than I was once considering.
Okay.
More aggressive...
than I ever...
...freakin'...
...imagined.
But I've been assured by the other half and the sassiest piece of southern ass I know, that with their help it'll be attainable and I'll surprise the pants off of myself.
It looks like I'll have some attention mano-a-mano from a pretty spectacular coach, so I'm pretty excited.
Now...it's just a matter of figuring out just when exactly I'll get cleared to start moving and shaking after baby girl's arrival.
Cheers to a most excellent 2012 and achieving all of your athletic and personal goals!
You know, assuming the Mayan's aren't right about that little calendar issue and muck everything up for us all.
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 10:20 PM
6 Camper Comments:
Congratulations!!!
Happy New Year!!
Wish you the best in 2012
Hmmm, major running?? Ultra?? 50 miler, 100 miler?? That would be nuts. Awesome nuts, but nuts.
I remember how it was when we were preparing for our first born. It was all excitement. The endless shower of gifts from future doting grandparents to baby-spoiler aunts and uncles were something that you will hold dear. Their concern for the quality of baby things that you buy, from baby cots perth to bibs - virtually everything. It's great to prepare for a baby and no matter how impatient we get, we can never be prepared at how blissful it feels when you hear your first born child's cry.
With the right combination of food, leisure and activity and of course, the right frame of mind, you will soon be bouncing back to your pre-pregnant body. Congratulations on the new baby!
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