…is probably the most stupid thing I’ve done so far this year. Many of you experienced the snowpocalypse that encompassed a major portion of the country last week. We had -20F to -40F windchills and on the slightly warmer day I felt compelled to do a little shoveling since our country driveway was knee-deep and pregnant Liz isn’t supposed to be exerting herself. We finally found someone who could come out and plow a path who also knew how to not scrape all the gravel off into the grass. While this was occurring I, for some reason, felt the need to clear some fallen branches, direct the plow dude where to go and clear off the sidewalk.
Like most stupid decisions, it didn’t seem too bad until I was about 15 minutes into it and then decided I needed to be done. The next two days were spent wheezing, coughing, and Liz reminding me what a stupid decision that was. Fortunately I’m on the mend now. I’m tapering down on the never-ending prednisone and we’re eagerly awaiting kid #2 who’s due any day now.