Top: Tommy Hilfiger via Gabes / Fleece-lined leggings: Gabes / Scarf: France / Gloves: Target / Boots: MIA
Goodness gracious, it's been almost 2 months since I've blogged an outfit and it seems I've already forgotten how to smile while looking up. Let's just say that I'm in deep contemplation of the past year. What with it being the last month of the year and all, I figured it was high time I did a little reckoning with my 2012 New Year's Resolutions.
So, here they are:
1. Learn to use camera and Photoshop. Apply to enhance blog with crisper photos of the Hound.
- Fail. After the closing of Picnik, I was sure I'd finally be forced to learn to use Photoshop. I even bought one of those how-to books for dummies. Then I found out about PicMonkey. And despite the fact that I'm fully aware how poor my photography and editing skills are, and that PicMonkey isn't really doing me any grand favors, I was lured into it by virtue of true laziness. Blast you, internets, for thwarting my good intentions of bettering my technological abilities.
2. Use that treadmill we got for Black Friday. Then run a half-marathon.
-Fail. Pitiful, I know. Our monster of a treadmill sits in our sun room, taunting me. Clearly, I care little about this. It just can't provide the excitement of forest trail runs, though neither can my town. In my defense, however, I had little exercise time anyhow with my crazy teaching schedule last year, traveling or undergoing treatments all summer, and being sick most of the fall. See how good I am at making up excuses?
3. Work on more meaningful prayers. Perhaps more yoga/meditation will help?
-Check. There's always room for improvement, of course, but I did make a conscious effort here, and have noticed a difference for the better.
4. Organize and clean out. Everything. Begin with Box Room. Yep, it's a room full of boxes.
-Check. Well, semi-check. I didn't clean out everything, but the box room is done, and I got quite far on my list here.
5. Get a bun, or two, but please not three, in the oven. Come on, 2012.
-Check. X2. Those treatments and that sick time turned out to be well worth it.
Hey, three out of five isn't too shabby! I think for next year, I'll recycle the two I still need to conquer, come up with three more, and aim to complete at least four.
P.S. Yeah, that's right. I finally be bumpin' :) With twinners nonetheless. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! X2)!
18 weeks exactly
Expect that to be the topic of my next zillion posts. I've got some backtracking to do { the story of my blog's life } because I have been taking weekly photos of the most revered bump, after all, and then there's all the fun that's to be had dressing this long-awaited little miracle as it grows into enormity that I don't want to even imagine at the moment. { I Googled full-term with twins bumpies. Big. Mistake. Currently fire-walled from memory. }
Meanwhile, I'm looking to one-up Duchess Catherine in the bump style department. Even though I kind of like to pretend that we're bosom buddies. Especially now that we're preggies together. Her pregnancy was announced this week due to the fact that morning sickness hospitalized her. I was pretty sure I was about to die any minute during the first 14 weeks, but I was fortunate enough to only feel so nauseated that I lost 10 pounds and was begging to throw up, but never actually did so. Morning sickness? Please. It ought to be called 24-hour-never-goes-away-take-me-now-because-I'm-dying sickness.
But that's long gone, thank goodness. Four weeks later and I've finally surpassed my pre-pregnancy weight and am starting to feel that pregnancy glow I was sure had somehow bypassed me. I'm also no longer so exhausted that trekking from the bedroom to the living room and back feels like a marathon. I'm starting to feel like myself again, heartburn aside, and am ready to get back into the swing of life. Starting with fully embracing every blessed moment of pregnancy. Pregnancy. I was starting to think I may never get to use that word for myself, but here it is.
We're pregnant.
