I think we've established that sometimes I'm a bit slow on the uptake. I don't deny it. My blonde roots show more often than not. This pregnancy isn't helping matters.
Since getting pregnant, I've been pretty happy that I wouldn't be pregnant during the summer. However, I never considered that I'd be pregnant during the winter instead. Winter. When we have ice and sleet and snow. When travel to and fro' the hospital gets iffy. When your husband barely makes it to work only to potentially get stranded in Maine because of the winter weather. As I said... slow.
The current winter storm we're experiencing has made me realize shit could get real. Soon. Right now, Bob is essentially stuck in Maine on an airline trip. Our roads are impassable at the moment. My car is not equipped to get through snow and ice. All these things make me remember we still have lots of winter left.
So. I'm hoping and praying that when little dude decides to make his entrance into the world it'll be a bright sunny day, with no inclement weather, and a Dad who is in the immediate tri-state area. When I was born, I was 5 weeks early. Let's hope dude man doesn't follow in his Mama's preemie footsteps. Plus, I selfishly want it to be warm, because the coming home outfit I've chosen won't be feasible if it's cold outside!
So think snuggly, happy, bun still in the oven until a warm, sunny day thoughts please!
