I wrote this so long ago and it is incomplete, but I wanted to post it anyway. Funny to post it in the middle of a heat wave here in New England. 98 degrees expected tomorrow!!!!!
Another snowy day here in Massachusetts. I feel like January has been one gigantic blur of a snowstorm.
I don't mind the snow or the cold so much. What I mind is not being able to help clear it all up. My husband dutifully goes out and clears the driveway, starts and clears off my car, and puts down the doggie safe icemelt.
EVERY TIME IT SNOWS (which is mighty often these days), we have a conversations that goes roughly like this:
Me: "I want to come out and help you. Don't over do it. I don't want you to hurt yourself. Maybe I could just come out and clear the porch and the stairs..."
Husband: "Alex, you are pregnant."
Me: "Yeah, but I could do just a little..."
Husband: "Alex, you're pregnant."
Me: "I am pregnant, but still able bodied."
Husband: "Ok, you can help. (I get really excited, momentarily) Please unlock the basement door so that I can get out the snowblower. (I agree, but still feel badly that I can't do more. All this comes out in a pouty face) Alex, you're pregnant."
There must be women who shovel when they are pregnant to no adverse effect. What did they do "back in the day"? What about single moms who have no other choice? I feel stronger, more powerful, and more in awe of my body than ever. I want to use it. The will, the spirit is there.
Then I get grateful. Grateful that I ave a partner who cares for me. Grateful that I get to stay inside and blog, do dishes, cuddle with the puppy. Grateful that the baby is growing healthy and strong inside me (why potentially mess that up?).