It's hard to tell in this photo, but it was snowing out when I took this. A light snow, but snow nonetheless. More winter here. I do so well with winter all through February. But once March hits, I do begin to lose my patience.
Don't get me wrong. I love snow. It's one of my favorite things. And I love winter. I love words like "spare" and "bleak" and I love a gray color palette. (Gray week, anyone?) But there is a certain point, when the signs are pointing toward spring, where wintertime can feel a bit like drudgery. I'm ready for spring this year. Very ready.
Oh, and I just got done watching this film. All I can say is, wow. We so rarely have the opportunity of witnessing the birth of a child. It's amazing to see. Amazing. The issues addressed in the film weren't new to me, as a woman who had a very disappointing birth experience with my firstborn, and later found the "closure" I needed with the birth of my second. My mother-in-law had at least one of her children with twilight sleep (which she describes as even more shocking an experience than is usually reported), and my own mother was a natural birth "pioneer" of the 70's, working to establish the first birth center in her city all the way up to her due date with me. So, yes, I'd heard and even personally experienced some/much of what they talked about, from both sides of the issue. But it was still pretty powerful and awe-inspiring to watch the film. (It does show childbirth and cesarean section incisions, as well as a little bit of non-PG language, so don't watch it if you don't want to see that stuff, though!)