It’s that time of year again when everyone else is getting blissful fall and it’s in the 90s in Southern California. The only fall we’re getting is in the merchandise in the grocery stores. I will admit that the Roger’s Red is turning brown. I’m pretty sure that’s not fall color, though, but instead it’s being scorched by the sun. Until about 2 weeks ago, it was over 100 almost every day. And almost 110 about half of the time. I guess we could pretend?
It’s worse this year because my mother is in Maine and posting pictures of fall colors. She even has gourds in her planter boxes and mums on the outdoor deck. There’s nothing prettier than fall in Maine, even after the colors fade and it becomes this stark brown and gray gorgeousness. It makes me wish California was like that.
Instead, I’ll be putting up the Halloween decorations this weekend. And maybe thinking about bean soups and squash for dinner. It IS getting colder at night, I have to admit. I’ll be crossing my fingers for cold days, with hopes that by the end of October we might be able to have the first fire of the year in the fireplace. If I can’t have real fall I’ll have the manufactured variety, thank you.
Fall means that this kid is almost here. We’re just under 2 months now until my due date, and we’re all but ready. I’m 100% ready. This pregnancy just gets harder every day with all the joint pain I’m experiencing, although my other symptoms aren’t terrible. At least I’m sleeping well.
This kid is getting BIG. You don’t even always need to touch me to feel him moving now. Especially at night, his strong arms and legs make my stomach visibly ripple. He’s still measuring exactly in the middle on everything he should be. He’s already head down, and likely to stay that way.
It makes me think that maybe he’s a more cooperative fellow than I thought he was, after hiding behind my belly-button during ultrasounds and swimming away from the wand all the time. We’ll know soon enough, though.
I’m eating dates, pondering Caster Oil, raspberry leaf tea, and pineapple juice, and crossing my fingers that this kid is ready a few weeks early. November 12 would be just about perfect, sir. Especially because then it would mean that I could get one of those adorable turkey onesies and you could wear it at Thanksgiving. More fall for all of us!
Casey E. Hamilton 