My spring post was a little premature, seeing as how it’s currently snowing. That doesn’t change the fact that with Baby Evan is due April 1st, I’ve only got 1 month to go. That makes me 9 months pregnant and exempt from all social constructs and obligations, including but not limited to: wearing pants, not talking about bodily fluids in mixed company, being patient with the woman writing a check in the express lane at the grocery store, tolerating drunk people, eating at normal times, hanging out with people I don’t really like, shaving my legs, and cooking. Please excuse me in advance.