You guys, we have a situation. All my life, I have been a lover of the colder temperature. It’s not that I prefer to freeze off, I just absolutely hate being hot. Every year, I get really excited when the weather starts changing and the leaves start turning to beautiful shades of red, yellow and brown and start falling off. I don’t care too much for winter, but I’d always pick it over summer.
Last year, we didn’t really have winter. All of winter felt like Fall. We had a few flakes of snow here and there, but that hardly counted. The winter was so mild that Yeere kept asking where this American cold she had heard so much of was. It was hardly winter, but I didn’t mind. What mattered was that it was not hot.
I had Ada Verastic in 2015 and this year, I am confused by what is going on. I have been feeling cold since August, and now that it’s actually officially cold, I find myself always cold. I am the girl who waits till almost the end of winter before she finally switches her summer clothes out, but this year, I have already packed up my summer clothes because I cannot come and die.
I used to be a baddoo! An OG in the winter. I was the girl who wore scarves in the winter for fashion, not to shield me from the cold. But the other day, I went to throw the trash out, and you should have seen me. I wore a coat, boots, and a scarf, and I was still shivering. The fact that I am dedicating an entire post to my recent cold-feeling ways is a sign of how “shook” I am because this is not the post I was supposed to write today. But when I turned on my laptop and started shivering, I had to change gear.
Between me and Igwe, he’s the one who’s always feeling cold, while I’m the one who’s always warm, but the pendulum has swung. Now he’s sitting shirtless on the couch, while I’m balled up in one corner with a blanket. Even Solachi who is usually cold like Igwe has suddenly become the hot one while I’m cold.
Recently, I have been fantasizing about what sweater to wear with what pants, and the shocker is that I’m fantasizing about what to wear because I’m cold, not because I’m excited about wearing sweaters. I don’t know what to do with myself; I feel like a fish out of water. I don’t know how to feel or act.
So it got me to thinking … is this one other way my body has changed since I became a mommy? And have I lost the right to call myself the OG of winter?