Those Farmers who run the Farmer’s Almanac are really on their shit.

They predicted a decent snowfall within the first week of December and I’ll stop there because the remainder of their winter predictions are just too depressing to even acknowledge.

Friday it snowed, sleeted {is that a word?} and was all around winter nastiness. Except technically it’s not even winter yet, so wtf? People, I’m already over winter and we have a couple weeks till we’re fully in the swing of it.

In the midst of massive, thick snowflakes Friday, Brother and I trudged and walked. That’s right — ain’t nothing gonna keep me down. I also headed out yesterday with Murphy but today … I’m lacking walking inspiration.

I’m more inclined to do nothing. I know there’s laundry and all sorts of things to do but I don’t feel like doing any of it. I just want to go back to bed. With the cats and Murph.

Lay around and contemplate how in the hell I’m already halfway through this pregnancy. Halfway!!!!!!!!!

That means it’s time to prepare for real. So I’m reading my yoga books and keep trying to remember to remember this and remember that and oh shit, I better highlight here and will I be able to do this? Au naturel?

I don’t know. I’m just going to prepare as best I can and see how the chips may fall. Or is that supposed to be cards?

I’m more still trying to come to terms that we are about to be a family and what that means.

Or doesn’t?