Today, October the 5th, Hayley and I are wearing shorts. George, who has been wearing a sweatshirt when he goes out in the morning for awhile, left with just a t-shirt. It’s that hot. It’s supposed to go up to almost 30 degrees with the humidex today, according to the forecast.

This time last year I would have been happier about a warm October, but you know what? When I’m almost 34 weeks pregnant, this kind of weather makes me cranky. All summer through the outrageous humidity, I kept telling myself that October would be wonderful, with nice fall temperatures and it would be easier and more pleasant to go outside. Blah!

As Kim said in the comments of my previous entry, it’s global warming. I don’t know which is more sad – the fact that some people are in denial that global warming is indeed happening or the fact that some other people are probably thinking, “wow, longer summers, milder winters, this global warming stuff is great!” because they don’t see the bigger picture.

I just want October to get back to normal. This is when I’m supposed to have the urge to make apple crisp and squash, but this stupid unseasonal weather is making me long for popsicles and the furnace that is created inside pregnant women is making me want to kill someone.