I’ve been so very happy to sit back and watch Jacob enjoy the winter season. I think back to the winter of 1998. It topped the charts as one of the happiest times in my life. That year Rob and I enjoyed not only our first Christmas as husband and wife, but also as Mommy and Daddy. We brought Jacob home amidst a slight snowfall on Christmas Eve and spent Christmas Day in absolute awe of our new baby.
I do have one piece of advice for any pregnant women in New England (and this year in nearly every part of the country). If you are going to be six to nine months pregnant in the wintertime, invest in a snowplow, snow blower, or at the very least, someone to come and shovel for you! We have greeted the week with the largest snowstorm seen in New England since the winter of 1995 to 96. Rob and I were both out there attacking the driveway’s over 12 inches of snow during Jacob’s nap today. As we finished the lower part of our hill nearly two inches of fresh snow lay on the top. I did as much as I could without overheating, overexerting or otherwise overly worrying myself. I fear that this is just the prelude to the next 11 weeks, and that as time progresses, I’ll only be larger, more sore and more overwhelmed with the monumental task that lays ahead each time the winter winds blow.
I’ve found myself noticing less of the pains of pregnancy this week. Granted, I’m stiff as a board. I can hardly move myself out of any sitting or laying position. Sleep seems a hundred years away and I know from experience that it’s certain to be at least several months away.