H is for...

I promise I'll finish before the end of the year...:)

H is for three words I haven't heard in about a year: Hazy, Hot, and Humid. Hazy I can pretty much handle; at least here. You either go inside or into the woods. Humid ditto, and I'll tell you that I'd rather have a humid day as opposed to a dry day any time. That leaves us with Hot.

I can not stand Hot.

If it's hot outside, it's going to be hot inside. And I probably set up my computer in the living room in the worst possible place: nearly directly underneath the air conditioner, so that it won't remotely cool me down. Back in Vegas, we shared the upstairs with my sister-in-law, who had been in Vegas for more than 10 years. She was used to summer, I was not. We fought over the air conditioning every night. Even here, I will seriously run the air conditioner every night. (Oddly enough, while I know that eventually I won't be able to do this, I need the white noise now!)

This didn't used to be a problem, really. (And Mommies, I would like your feedback on this one.) Before I was pregnant with Ethan, I always had cold hands and feet. Always. It could be the middle of July and I would have cold hands and feet. As I was pregnant, I was warm all the time. (Note to self, don't be pregnant in the summer. At all.) I'm still freikin' warm all the time.

But, on the bright side, I fell an actual Fall in the air. As I went out to wait for the train this morning, I was chilly! I kinda wished I had a sweatshirt, actually. I may even bring one with me tomorrow. And, seriously, I cannot WAIT until we get a full-on winter.

Maybe then I won't be hot.