On my way to work this morning...

It was -1 degree.

Seriously, this was the actual temperature, not the "feels like" temperature.

I had to psyche myself up to go outside.

AND, Dave insisted that I warm up my car for FIVE minutes. It was the longest 5 minutes of my life (okay, it was actually only about 3 minutes... don't tell Dave... but it felt like 10 minutes).

I'm wearing long underwear right now. And, let me tell you, pregnancy plus 2 layers of pants is not my most flattering look. I have a love/hate (but mostly hate) relationship with long underwear. I mean, how are girls supposed to wear them unless we wear super-baggy pants? Right now I am wearing dress pants, and while they are not super-tight, they are also not meant to be worn with anything underneath, so the result is a bunched-up mess of highwater pants.

It's pretty gross. But at least I was warm. I mean, do I have any other option when it's -1 outside AND my husband demands that I warm up the car?

I'm reminding myself of all the reasons why I like it here in Louisville, but it's not quite as easy a task on a morning like this.