It's the first day of August. The last month of summer. And what can I say? I'm thrilled! True, for the most part it's been a very mild summer without too much overbearing heat ... but alas, anyone who knows me really well know that my favorite time of year is just a post-State Fair batch of cheese curds away. There is nothing I love more than autumn/fall -- whatever you call it, I call it where I would like to spend all of my days.
It's the food, it's the aromas, it's the sweaters coming out of hiding. It is perfection. God takes his paintbrush and makes the world full of beautiful tones and crisp winds. I cannot wait.
On the baby news front ... I've developed what I think is pregnancy carpal tunnel. Two words: not fun. I'll have to remember to talk to my doctor about it, because I think she can show me techniques to alleviate the tingling and pain and I'll probably breakdown and get an arm brace. Didn't have this fun sensation with K, so I'm not to excited about it this time. Maybe the trade-off will be that I won't have to go through diabetes again. We'll see.
And, I've officially realized how much I really miss wine. Not that I ever really drank it that frequently to begin with, but I think it was the fact that if I wanted it ... well, I could just go and get some. I also think it was the idea of just exploring in the wine shop all the interesting varietals that existed and drinking in visually all the choices. I know that this is just a short-term ban on the vino, and it's very much worth the ban, so I am not going to whine too much for my wine.
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