And while I'd love to cherry-pick some of these lofty goals to add to my own list, I'm too tired. I tell you, I'm just in a bad way right now. I did set some goals on the day I found out I was pregnant with baby number 3. I didn't want to gain more than 25 pounds, I wanted to work out throughout the entire pregnancy, continue to eat healthy and I wanted to keep up the yoga and meditative breathing so that I wouldn't loose my patience so much with my girls. I should have known that I set my sights too high. Pregnancy has never been a friend of mine, and I am certainly at it's mercy right now.
It is killing me that, all resolutions aside, I am having trouble just rolling out of bed in the morning, knowing full well that I'm going to have bolt to the bathroom for my ritual barf-fest. So I'm cutting myself some slack. I'm going to set some goals that will at least get me through this miserable first trimester and hopefully then I will be on to some greener pastures. So my new, new year's resolutions are:
1. Do a bit of stretching and some deep breathing while I lay on the couch all day
2. Brush my teeth after EVERY time I toss my cookies
3. Eat wheat bread rather than white - even though it hurts a bit more on the way back up
4. Praise my girls for their extra help around the house - even if it still looks like we live at the city dump
5. Read at least one book to my girls every day, and not feel bad that the Disney channel is doing the bulk of parenting this month
6. Get outside at least once a day - dropping a cup of food in the dog's bowl totally counts.
7. Make sure Kolby knows how deeply appreciative I am that he not only endures 3rd year med school, but then comes home to do all the daily chores, make dinner, bathe the girls, play with them, read to them and put them to bed.
8. Send good, loving vibes to this final baby on the way, even though I'm certain it's trying to murder me from the inside.












































