I Don't Think We'd Notice

 I have been making paper snowflakes for a few years now, 

and today, while listening and loving the book 'Wintering'

and alternating between drinking tea & Gatorade, 

I somehow managed to make my prettiest snowflake bunch to date.  

It's always good for my hands and fingers to move and stretch,

even though it really hurts to thick cut layers of paper with scissors.

I ALWAYS think about Deb and my other physical and occupational

therapists in Arizona and Utah, who were so supportive,

patient, and relentless in helping me make use of my body parts again.
I hung the snowflakes up in the dining room windows.  
Stillestead is starting to look like Santa's workshop.  

No Christmas tree yet, though.

I'm not in a hurry- mostly because I'm so sick and the thought 

of going to our storage unit to pull out the Christmas stuff, then come 

home and decorate sounds like a nightmare.

But the tree sounds most overwhelming!

To pick out a tree, then come home and set it up, decorate it, 

vacuum up after it every day,

and then the worst part: keeping it alive.

I can barely keep myself alive.

I keep dropping subtle hints to the family, like;

"The house looks so cozy and Christmassy, I don't even think

we'd even notice if we didn't have a tree." 

Every time I get SHUT down and accused of being

sacrilegious and terribly offensive.

Oh, pregnancy, why do you have to be the worst?