Last year, I had one “resolution” - and not even really a resolution but a goal, and that was that 2005 would be the Year of the Casey. I told myself I would move my ass significantly 20-30 minutes a day and take good care of myself.

I did just that, for the most part. I would say about 75% of 2005 was actively dedicated to that goal, as you can see here. I lost 40.4 lbs in 2005. I lost 28 inches from my body in 2005. I dropped 6 dress sizes. Most of all, I learned how to run. I ran in 3 races, and improved my time in the last two by a minute each. I can’t even begin to express how much that has completely altered how I view my body. I have endurance and stamina.

So, in all, 2005? Check plus.

I don’t have any huge resolutions for 2006. I fully anticipate that I will still be messy, still complain about the loads of laundry I haven’t done and the clothes I haven’t put away, and the checkbook that will be eternally unbalanced. My one goal in 2006 is to learn how to become a mom.

I can’t really explain well how the last few months have gone, since we found out about the pregnancy and since my body has slowly started changing. It’s been frustrating at times - because I am diabetic, I am constantly checking my blood sugar. I think I’m doing well 80% of the time, and relying on my medication to do the rest (although in a few weeks I’ll most likely be transitioned to insulin as my oral medication won’t do the trick beyond the first trimester). I haven’t worked out worth anything, nothing compared to the intense training I put myself through this past summer, having gone from 5-6 workouts a week to just walking to and from work. So much has changed, and yet nothing has changed at all, seemingly.

Right now, it’s still just me and Josh. We make up our menu and grocery list every week (OK, OK, he makes up the list). I call him from the Howard station and he comes to greet me at the train station by the time I arrive. I wake up early (painfully so sometimes) and he wakes up late. He still doesn’t like spinach and I still don’t like watermelon.

But so much has changed. Every now and again I want to scream out to people, “Hey! I’m pregnant! I know I’ve got a flabby and chubby belly, but did you know we heard the heartbeat?” or “I am growing something!” Josh and I wonder what our child will look like, who she or he will take after. How we will care for the baby when my maternity leave is up. How Ava will react to having a third being in our apartment to sniff.

A lot to think about, for sure. A bit under seven months to figure it all out by, right?