Today is New Year's Eve.
Whoopee.
That was me being really sarcastic.
I was so sick today, the only thing I did of note was glue
confetti on our bubbly bottles to make them more festive and fun.
I do this every year.
Then I went to bed.
I got back up when it was about 7:00 to play games with
the family until midnight.
I didn't think I was going to make it.
Of course, Christian made a delicious fruit/cheese/nut board,
and Jane mixed up some drinks and made burritos.
I can always eat a burrito- I always could with every pregnancy, too.
Beans, rice, and tortillas are pretty basic.
I also made a loaf of sourdough bread because I can eat that, no problem.
It's just having the energy to do it.
I made myself do it this year because everyone loves it
and I am so worried (overly worried) that everyone will remember me
being a pregnant blob, and I hate that thought.
We wrote down our new goals and placed them inside a bottle,
as we do every year.
Using Christian's handgun, Oliver shot the bottle for 2025,
which had our goals.
When I reflected on my goals from last year,
I was not expecting to be PREGNANT this year.
My entry was focused entirely on me—being successful at Barre3,
working hard and making the business thrive.
God sure works in mysterious ways.
I stayed up until midnight, then kissed Christian, and the Nies
then went back to bed.
The Nies stayed up later doing who knows what:
Welcome 2026!
I have been waiting for you!!!!!!
