Fall is my favorite season and so far it's been gorgeous. The air is crisp and cool and the leaves are just starting to change. Just taking Oscar out for a walk makes me happy. I can just sit and think, "yay, it's fall, and I'm pregnant, and life is great". And then, out of nowhere, something takes over and I become a crazy, pregnant terror. It just started in the last two weeks and I feel bad for Kyle, Oscar, and Agent Smith! It must be third trimester hormones because nothing will happen, but suddenly I want to punch the wall, and cry, and take a nap.
On Saturday I was making pumpkin pancakes (happily enjoying everything fall related). While I was turned around making the whipped cream, Kyle jumped in and poured a pancake that was way too big and not round so it cooked unevenly and then when he flipped it, it landed half out of the pan because it was too big. No big deal right? It's just a pancake. Well, I lost my mind! I couldn't calm myself down for the rest of the day! I already feel like I'm in someone else's body, but now it's like I have someone else's brain! A crazy woman's brain. I laid awake a few nights ago for an hour thinking about how mad I was a Agent Smith for sleeping on my pregnant belly. Doesn't he know I'm pregnant and it's hard to sleep and I'm already hot and I don't need any more weight on me?!?! Only 85 more days to go.
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