Being pregnant in the winter – the good, and the not so good.

When I found out I was pregnant back in September, I remember doing the math and thinking it was perfect that I wouldn’t be pregnant during the summer. I had always heard it’s just hell, and a spring baby just seems so perfect.

But, I have slowly discovered that there are winter woes for pregnant girls too…and a few bonuses as well.

The good:

• I am never too warm…and I’m pretty sure baby is keeping me from being very cold, so I’m a good temperature at all times.

• No one ever expects me to shovel. Even if I offer, I know I’m exempt from my least favourite winter chore.

• The same is true of bringing in groceries (thanks Billy, sorryyyy).

• I don’t feel too bad about hibernating in my house all the time, because everyone else is too.

• Waking up every morning in the pitch black at 5:30 am isn’t as bad this year, because I never sleep anymore anyway.

• Sleeping in a bed with four thousand pillows around me is just plain cozy, and would suck in the summer.

• No one is going to expect me to be skinny until at the very least next summer, so I have a good year to worry about that.

The not-so-good:

• Winter boots. Trying to maneuver myself in a somewhat lady-like manner (at the office) while bending down to pull those things on is awful. I may have to request an assistant for this task before too long.

• Icy sidewalks are just plain scary. (Hence the huge winter boots).

• Passing another pedestrian on sidewalks where the home owner only shoveled the width of one skinny person is tricky. Pretty much everyone I run into just trudges up in the snow bank to let me pass (thanks strangers).

• While it’s a good thing that my taste of tea came back after my first trimester, I can only have a little bit…and really there is no such thing as good decaf tea. So I have to really, really savour my morning cup.

• Winter coats are not the most forgiving when it comes to an ever growing baby bump. And I full out refuse to buy a maternity coat. Refuse.