This year we were blessed with a Christmas Day snow. Snowed in at my parent's house in Middlesex, what else was there to do, but go play! Snow calls for snow angels, right?
Looks like fun? Well it was until I realized there was no way I was going to get up on my own. Maybe if I picked up momentum, rolling left to right, and finally face planting on my stomach in the snow I could pull up onto my knees. However, thank goodness there was a camera man there to save me from a Christmas Story moment. Yeah, you know the one; "Ralphieeeee, Ralphie I can't get up! Ralphieeeee".
In addition to the realization that I can no longer get up as normal from a laying flat position (so long abs!), I am finding putting on socks, shoes, boots, anything below the knee, painfully daunting. If I am forced to lean over, folded like an overstuffed sub sandwich, I am now prepared for the tiny, white stars I will see for a good 30 seconds after doing so. Business trip to Raleigh in February? Who is going to put on my shoes for me!? Is it inappropriate to call up one of the VPs for assistance?
For all this annoyance comes one amazing thing... seeing your belly move for the first time! For the past week or so Baby Ward has been making his presence known by tapping me with little bubbles from time to time, but last night he had a lot of energy. Sitting there staring at your belly isn't the most exciting thing, but when you finally see it involuntarily move it is amazing! Yes, a little Alien like, but amazing all the same.
I will enjoy this moment while I can; before I have to add it to the list of annoyances.
