Our area is supposed to get hit by a storm, but not just a normal storm....a Frankenstorm. I can't make this shit up.
All the spare parts appear to be coming together to create what forecasters are calling "Frankenstorm," a monster combination of high wind, heavy rain, extreme tides and maybe snow that could cause havoc along the East Coast just before Halloween next week.
The weather people are having a field day with this one and my Facebook feed is full of people posting links to stories about our impending doom.
The last hurricane was Irene (over a year ago) and after that I told my husband that I wanted to evacuate for the next one. Right now there is only a 30% chance of the storm directly hitting us here, but I'm really hoping that changes to be less since I can't exactly evacuate in my current state.
|It's a good thing Faith always "helps" with my picture taking|
Considering how much I freaked out about Hurricane Irene, I didn't think it was possible to be worse, but I was wrong. Having a big storm hit the week I'm due? That's how you make it worse.
The low pressure system of the storm and the full moon early next week create prime circumstances for two things: coastal flooding and inducing labor. How do I know this stuff?
One of the things that I worry about at 4am when I'm awake for no reason is not being able to get an epidural for some reason. I get that some people actually seek out drug free childbirth, but that sounds like a nightmare to me. Now tonight I can have dreams of giving birth in my husband's truck as we try to make to the hospital through downed trees and flooded roads.
Yes, I am panicking and no, I'm not listening to reason at this point. My husband already tried to reason with me. That fool.
Since I can multitask, I spent some time with Faith today talking about being a big sister. She's a huge fan of the topic, mostly because of this book:
|Mommy, stop trying to read over my shoulder.|
I also ran today, but it wasn't too exciting. I did 2 miles outside, then ate, then 3 more miles inside, and then ate more. I'm living the dream.
Do you freak out about storms or are you like my husband and just roll your eyes at the Weather Channel "STORM OF THE CENTURY COVERAGE" stuff?