Snowcation.

In case you live under a rock and didn't hear, we in the northeast got hit with a pretty big snowstorm over the weekend. It started Friday morning, and luckily both Trever & I were off from work that day. Friday night we lost power. We woke up to a chilly apartment Saturday, and it was still snowing. All told we got about two feet, with big snow drifts, and virtually our whole town lost power. It was pretty and exciting for about an hour, and then it became annoying real fast. We had plans to get so much unpacking done and finish moving over the last of our other belongings from our old place, but obviously the weather didn't let that happen. And it's hard to unpack when you are wearing two pairs of pants, three shirts, a sweater, and slippers, and you are still cold. Saturday night we went to sleep with every blanket on the bed, layers of clothing, and I kept my hat on. Sunday morning our apartment was a toasty fifty degrees. The turtles were in near hibernation mode. I think the only one who didn't mind was Kiki. The cold floor wasn't a good spot to lay, but for the most part she didn't leave her spot on the couch, where she spends most of her time anyways. No heat, no hot water, and no electricity for a little over two days, and let me tell you, I have no interest in living in a cabin in the woods. I APPRECIATE these modern miracles, yes I do.

Here I am standing in front of a giant snow pile:

I ended up missing two more days of work, because I couldn't get there on Sunday, and yesterday we had an doc appt in the middle of day and it didn't make sense to go in for only a couple hours when the state is still recovering from the storm. (Schools are still canceled even though it's in the 40's today. There is just piles of fucking snow EVERYWHERE.)

So in the four days off, you'd think I would manage to be productive.
And if you think that, you are pretty wrong.

The only thing I really managed to do, other than bake non stop to stay warm and wash the dishes in pots of water in the bathtub, was to start creating my baby registry. IT'S COMPLICATED STUFF, MAN. I am not a gear person, especially not baby gear! Also everything feels so expensive. We are pretty cheap at living, so it feels weird to pick out one thing that costs of hundreds of dollars, that isn't something that goes under my car's hood. Throughout this pregnancy I've learned to let go of my pride a little bit more and actually ask for help when I need it, and I think once we have this little person, it will be even easier for us to do this. A big part of this is allowing family & friends to buy us the things we will need. I just hope that people stick to the script, so to speak. As in, PLEASE buy us the things we are registering for and not a bunch of outfits & toys. Clothes and toys will come in the way of a million hand-me-downs, so just buy us a car seat and portable washer and call it good. My aunt ordered the crib last night. It will get to us in a couple weeks, which means the six crates of records and my organ need to a new home, pronto. It's all becoming VERY real.

(oh and quick cervical update: It's all looking good... which leads me to believe that the first measurement was taken incorrectly and they just don't want to admit it. Either way, we are RELIEVED.)