A few days ago, when the mid-day temperatures were in the high 70s, I wanted to cry, do a dance (which would have looked awesome with my stomach protrusion), give every man, woman and child in a 2 mile radius a hug, and drop to my knees to offer a prayer of thanksgiving! And then, this morning as we drove to McDonalds for a post-family-jog breakfast, and the air was wet and crisp, I started singing songs. I don't really know why the infernal weather was getting me so down, other than the fact that my body is already operating at a much higher temperature for obvious reasons, and my son needs to be outside every day (and wants to be out there from the moment we lift him from his crib in the morning to the time we put him back in at night). If I wasn't out there I felt like a bad mom. If I was out there I felt like I was going to keel over. You may be right, I may be crazy. But, it just may be a lunatic you're looking for.
Hopefully the 90s and 100s are over until next year when I'm not pregnant. I can smell fall, I'm making soup tomorrow, a pumpkin candle burns, and I'm on Cloud 22.
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