Well, we're battening down the hatches and preparing for the first "decent" storm of the season. I have my doubts that it will be anything too hefty, but everyone always gets so excited about the first big snow. The fact that we've made it till December 8th without a snow storm is a bit of a minor miracle. But now the tractor is tuned up, the gas tank is full, all the snow tires are on, the snow fence is up, and I'm crossing my fingers for enough of a deluge to warrant a snow day!
In other news, we're down to 23 days to go till the Cheese (supposedly) makes his first appearance. The midwives come this week to check out our digs and make sure we have all the necessary stuff for the home birth. I have 6 days of work left. The only thing we have left to do is to stock the freezer a bit (how did I forget that part?) and take the comfortable sheets off the bed and put the nasty ones on with the layer of plastic underneath. I'm leaving that till the last minute, because I have enough trouble getting in and out of bed, and rolling over in the night without a layer of plastic underneath me to slip-slide me around.
I'm still kicking myself on a daily basis for not buying stock in Tums when I found out I was pregnant.
The three year old of the house is being remarkably well behaved these days (or my tolerance level is higher because I figure at least he can express in full sentences what the issue is that's causing him to FREAK OUT and sob uncontrollably...and even if those issues are something as trivial as me sitting on his Spiderman, at least he can tell me what the trouble is, which is more than his little brother will be able to do.)
I'm treasuring every last morsel of sleep I can get, especially the morsels that come in 6 or 7 hour chunks, because we can soon kiss those goodbye. I'm enjoying my last days as a mother of one, and looking forward (with only slight trepidation) to being a mother of two.
And while I'm trying to enjoy these last few weeks, I'm also taking every available opportunity to milk my pregnant status, including going so far as taking a Starbucks card that was up for grabs in a family gift swap this weekend, and placing it atop my protruding belly, and then looking at my Starbucks-hungry cousin with sad, pregnant doe eyes, and pleading with him "don't take it away from the baby." Heck if it didn't work too!
So...that's about all that's occupying our brains these days, incoming snow and incoming babies.
Stay tuned...
2 comments:
So...since I live in Texas and stuff...and since the snowfall we get is measured in words like "a dusting" or "maybe it will cover the grass and cars"...I am just wondering what a snow fence is.
I am guessing it has to do with large amounts of snow. But is it used to keep it from blowing and burying your house? I am guessing you get many feet of snow a year. I can't even imagine what one foot of snow would be like, much less DO to the people around here!
Good for you! Last year at a gift exchange I got to keep the dancing, singing, christmas tree... "don't take it away from the baby" everyone whispered... however much I wished they might so that I could try again for the chocolate. It ended up in the next gift exchange, I never got the chocolate. You definitely had better luck.
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