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Kate Middleton, I am also having sleepless nights

Oh Kate, I do feel for you hun as I am sure you have had a sleepless night or two recently.  You see, I have been having a couple myself.  You will see, when that first little princess arrives, the nerves when you do not sleep as a result of a newborn is much worse than pre-wedding jitters.  Even though the eyes of the world will be on you today and your dress needs to fill Westminster Abby, I promise you, my sleepless nights are much worse.

Thank heavens we slept last night, sort of, I think we now realise that even broken and interrupted sleep is better than no sleep at all.  The night before last, we put Luka to bed at 21h00, we all fell asleep at 03h00...need I say more?

And as Luka and I were drifting off to sleep yesterday afternoon, the garden services arrived, woe is me.

You see, Luka even at age 2 weeks has very strong food likes and dislikes.  She clearly hates chicken-a-la-king, she hates cottage pie and the list goes on.  Yesterday's diet went like this:
Breakfast: oats
Snack: a banana
Lunch: chicken pasta salad
Snack: half a hand full of peanuts
Dinner: chicken and steamed veg
Snack: 10 grapes

So guess what, first stop this morning is at Woollies, and we will be replicating yesterday's menu to the t...ain't I a lucky girl. 

On the upside, I managed to lose yet another kilogram, total weight loss from 13 April 2011 to date = 11 kilograms!  Every cloud has a silver lining and I might squeeze into something half decent for my dear sister's upcoming wedding.  I promised myself a brand new outfit if I manage to get to my pre-Luka weight by then, so I think Luka is just cheering me on...I hope! 

So what is planned for today you may ask?  Well like the good princesses that we are, we will be putting on our tiara's and watching the royal wedding, Kate, you had better have some bags under your eyes, I will be mightily disappointed if you look radiant and joyous...

Just a little aside note on why parenting is so worth it despite the lack of sleep, Liam told me last night: "Mamma, jy is my beste mamma van my lewe" ah!

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