Happy fall, y'all! It is my absolute favorite season and I'm so pumped about my favorite month and sweaters and decreased humidity (where I live) and crock pots and candy corn and colorful leaves and hot beverages and crisp mornings and all the things commonly associated with this beautiful time of year. I friggin' love it. Before I was pregnant, and especially when I was in my peak training condition (read: back when I weighed a whopping 99 pounds), I was cold all. the. time. Once I got knocked up and packed on some extra weight (that apparently has no intention of leaving me any time soon), my thermostat changed. Now, I can't handle the heat. I schvitz above 65 degrees and drag my feet to go anywhere that requires pants. I rarely wear a winter coat in weather that normally dictates one and I dread the advent of summer. I dream of a white Christmas. And Mardi Gras. And Fourth of July. I not only prefer fall weather these days...
Food. Travel. Stuff I like but you might hate. "Parenting." En français. Rambling. Zero public attempts at crafting.