Murphys law about weather

(not yet, but it's bound to happen)

It's been a great winter to be pregnant in Boston. It's really only snowed twice so far, not including today, and we've broken 50 at least once a week for the whole month of January. Our death trap concrete stairs have not yet been a matter of concern, which was the number one issue. Which means somehow, someway, we'll have to pay for this stretch of good luck.

We're prepared for it to snow a good 3 feet just as soon as Corrie goes into labor, shutting down all the streets, burying all the cars until we can't find ours anymore, and we'll be forced to strap Walter to a sled and brave the elements by foot.

At least we know this is going to happen and can avoid the surprise factor.