You’re probably wondering if there’s any news around these parts which might relate to me achieving the first half of my two-part New Year’s Resolution. {The resolution that I currently have one kid and two chins and I would like to reverse those statistics this year.} I can finally say I pretty much have the metaphorical ducks in a row, but still one kid and two chins on the outside right now.

My hospital bag is pretty much packed, although I think I need to think about the clothes I’ve chosen. The house has been thoroughly tidied, but is already starting to get a little messy again. Baby clothes are unpacked into the awesome changing table some friends let us borrow, we’ve purchased or been blessed with pretty much everything we need, and the crib is expectantly awaiting its new inhabitant, raised to baby level and fitted with clean sheets.

I’ve done fairly well this pregnancy with keeping my diet balanced, not going overboard on sweets and continuing to hit the gym, even if it’s just to ride the bike for twenty minutes and walk on the treadmill for ten, but now for some reason I feel like I’ve already crossed the finish line, and my good habits are out the window. I’m eating chocolate like it’s my job, and I am not interested in getting on a bike or going for a walk.

So the ankles are turning into cankles and the toes are beginning to look like mini sausages. Sigh.

The positive thing is that I am still keeping moving — meals are happening (I’m very thankful for Agnes’ help in the kitchen!) laundry is not piling up, and as you may have guessed, I’m not slowing down too much on what is perhaps my favourite pastime, baking baking baking. (Wednesday’s banana bread is calling my name from the kitchen counter and chocolate brownies are on deck for this afternoon.)

And since these ducks are mostly in a row, I’m keeping myself busy with nesting and non-nesting activities, like:

Painting my hard to reach (heck, hard to see) toenails.

Sorting through clothes the Bear can’t wear anymore.

Keeping cool with a “swimmee”
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And cutting the Hub’s and the Bear’s hair. (It was starting to look like Rod Stewart in the mornings again. Hey, he was born in Scotland.)

Here’s the before:

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Am I bothered?

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Some of that bedhead actually had to be cut, as in I couldn’t de-tangle it and had to just cut it! (And he’d had a bath and brush the night before — this is just one night’s sleep!)

Care to see the after?

Look away, I’m embarrassed!
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I don’t know, what do you think?
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Not to be cheesy, but I think I make this look good.
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And though we are quite eager in awaiting the little one’s arrival, every day it seems at least one little thing happens that I think wouldn’t have happened in the same way if baby had come, and it encourages me to continue to trust the Lord for His perfect timing.

“And He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on the face of the earth, and has determined their preappointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings, so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us.” {Acts 17:26 & 27}

So we’ll keep waiting for God’s perfect timing. (And hoping it’s pretty soon!) In the meantime, pass the chocolate.

xCC