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After all that build-up, all that anticipation, all that nail-biting, yesterday's first Normal Prenatal class was cancelled. Our lecturer, a midwife, was at a birth all day. Go figure.

So it's been postponed, and the day-long class will be split between this Friday afternoon and the following one. We all felt like we'd been given a holiday yesterday, and what did we do with it? We worked! We read and studied and made flashcards and buried ourselves in Taber's Medical Dictionary ("Now in Full Colour").

And today, we were done studying (or at least, I was). After lunch, we three girls (K, S, and I) piled into S's car for a road trip to Freeport, singing (loudly) along to Regina Spektor and Joni Mitchell and Ani DiFranco all the way. Freeport is home to the "flagship store" of L.L. Bean, a glove-and-parka mecca for snow-virgins like me (well, not quite a virgin... but let's just say I'm a stranger to that peculiar beast that is the Maine Winter, with its relentless snowstorms and rural backroads glassed-over with black ice).

[Can you tell already that I'm planning to buy a Subaru? Those who love them nod knowingly and declare: "These cars simply EAT ice". And who can blame them for their ardour, when indeed every second car around these parts is a freakin' Subaru?]

So, I got geared up, right down to my silk thermal long undies and "smartwool" socks. Cold times are comin'...