From missing out on champagne toasts and great deals on tropical vacations and gym memberships, to having to dress in a million layers to survive in a place where the air freezes my face and looking like a whale on ice skates whilst trying to avoid slipping and falling on the ice; there's nothing even remotely appealing about being pregnant in the cold, cruel month of January.
For me, the first year of the month is a time of reflection and renewal. A time for looking back at 2016 and making plans for the coming year. Looking back on the last year, I'm honestly trying not to cry, and as someone whose life is about to change dramatically, it's harder than heck to make any freakin' plans for the next year. Should we plan a vacation for 2017? Hell if I know. Will the baby be healthy enough to travel? Will they be good at traveling in the car or plane or will I spend any road trip sitting in the back seat pleading with them to stop crying. Will I feel like it? Or will I end up spending the trip trapped in a hotel room with a baby or breast pump?
Should I plan to run any races? I have no idea how long it will take me to recover after childbirth, let alone train for a half-marathon. It's too bad that almost all of the races I like running have registration deadlines in January. Do I put my money (literally) on a day and take the chance that I may spend money on a race I won't be able to run? Probably not, honestly. So, yeah; I have more than a few reasons why being pregnant in January sucks, including the following: