Last night I was rather skeptical about the chances of seeing snow here in Texas. It’s one of those things that starts as a rumor among meteorologists, and even as the likelihood increases, it’s never a definite thing that every news source will agree on. Even though it has happened at least once every year for the last 3 years, it still feels like a fucking miracle in the land of 110 degree summers.
So, anyway, that snow I didn’t believe was going to show? Well…
It happened. Early, early in the morning, long after everyone (with jobs and kids) had gone to bed. It dropped more than an inch on the ground, possibly 2. I had another horrible night’s sleep, and I got up at about 3 and looked out the window and saw nothing more than a light dusting on the rooftops. And then at about 5 am, I got the best phone call an exhausted pregnant parent could possibly get: all Round Rock ISD schools are CLOSED today due to “inclement weather.” I shouted with glee, probably woke my 2 bedmates up. Vance got up at his usual time only to be told to just stay home by his boss. So, we’ve been sitting around, watching movies, joyfully eating tacos.
What does this mean for me and my job? Not much, seeing as the sun came out at around 10 and has pretty much melted the snow. That’s how it is in Texas: snow happens in a glorious flash, and then it is over. You have to stop everything in order to be able to experience any of it.
By 5, when I have to be at work, most of the moisture will probably dry up, which means there won’t be much danger of the roads freezing over after dark. That’s not a terrible thing, even if it means I will have to work a full shift tonight.
When I was a kid, we were so LUCKY if it ever saw snow. It just never happened. Now, it’s happened consistently 3 years in a row. Texas is a weird place.
Gah! I almost went to sleep without writing a post. Shit. WE CAN’T LET THIS HAPPEN! THIS IS MISSION: CRITICAL!
Today the weather was unbelievably beautiful. It was in the upper 70′s, the sun was shining with very few clouds in the sky. Vance wanted to go out and get some supplies for his garden, so I dressed Deven in shorts and sandals, and I was able to wear FLIP FLOPS. Gorgeous. You never realize how much you love warm weather until you find yourself having to defrost your car every morning. Seriously, Texas, WHAT THE HELL?
I get to work this afternoon and told Amy (my boss) all about my day, and she just had to break it to me that it’s supposed to freeze again this week. Thanks.
I know, once it’s summer and 100+ outside again, I’m going to be begging for the peace of winter again. Of course, nothing beats the spring and fall.
Work was not terribly busy, but good god almighty did my feet hurt. When I was pregnant with Deven, my feet never hurt, even at the very end. I never hurt anywhere, in fact (except for the insomnia and the GERD. That was pretty uncomfortable.) Now my hips and lower back hurt when I am trying to sleep, and my feet ache when I am on them for any amount of time. Guys, I feel old. And really, really fat. I weigh as much now, with 2 1/2 more months left, as I did the day I gave birth to Deven. Am I seriously going to get fatter?
I have a dermatologists appointment in the morning. It’s my annual mole check, and I know for a fact she’s going to want to remove one of the creepy fleshy moles on my shoulder. Something about pregnancy makes the women in my family explode with moles and skintags. Wow. Gross. Your welcome for sharing
I just hope she waits for the lidocaine to kick in before she cuts the little guy off.
I was going to write and really, long detailed post about my day, about the struggle and physical toll that pregnancy has taken on my body. I really did try, but fuck, today sucked and I really just want to sleep.
I took my one hour glucose test today. It did not go well despite getting to replace the nasty drink with 1/2 a banana. I’ll write just about everything there is to know about the subject tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, even. Just not tonight.
Deven, for whatever reason has been having a hard day too. Since he got home from school, it’s been nothing but either adorable bounces and giggles, or epic meltdowns. He very badly wanted to be left in his room to do God knows what for hours today, no matter what we offered, we couldn’t get him to come down stairs with us. The day ended with an extreme fit over wanting to take a very specific bath in his own bathtub. Seeing as mommy was two seconds away from fleeing to Mexico, daddy took over the bath. Now he’s sitting next to me in bed playing with his flags. Hopefully we’ll both drift off to sleep and awake with a much improved outlook on life.