That's right. To add to my stressful third trimester, I just spent the last hour thawing pipe in front of my house. With a hair dryer plugged in via an newly purchased extension cord run through the guestroom window. While wearing Sam's clothes because they are warm and fit over my new body.
I imagined lots of problems with my eighth month - pains, sciatica, itchy skin, fatigue, maybe even stretch marks (!). While I am glad that most of these have remained at bay, I have to deal with things like a broken dishwasher that overruns in the kitchen, a bathtub that won't drain, the coldest winter in San Antonio's history, a car that refuses to take gasoline, rolling brownouts in San Antonio, and a pipe with an icicle frozen straight out of it. It's unbelievable the number of problems I have had these last three weeks. It's physically exhausting but worse than that it is stressful beyond words. I am trying to remain calm, breathe deeply, and remember that there are much MUCH better days to come.
At this point, I feel pretty good. After all, with a little internet research, a short run to CVS, and a hairdryer, I got that stupid pipe flowing! I had almost determined that the pipe was already busted and free flowing somewhere under my house when less than a minute later it sputtered and started gushing water! Success. There is nothing I can't do. Even eight months pregnant.
FYI, I left a sputtering "stream" dripping from the pipe, wrapped it in two beach towels, and will check on it in the morning.
It's supposed to snow tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Oh, sweetie. This is a lot to deal with! I wish we could put you on a plane somewhere warm and relaxing and wonderful. And, you CAN do anything! I love you.
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