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.

Yesterday, before heading outside, I checked the Weather Network for the forecast so I would know if we’d be overheated in jeans. While I was there I scrolled down to the long-term forecast for the week. Only in Canada can you get this kind of insane temperature fluctuation.

From 27 degrees today to just barely hovering above freezing this weekend? What the hell is that?!

By the way, it’s currently 25 degrees outside but even though it’s October 4th there’s a bloody Humidex making it feel like 31. That’s 87 degrees for you non-metric folks. It’s OCTOBER!

New journal entry. Good night.

My embarrassing story for the past weekend:

On Saturday we went to a birthday party for our friends’ daughter (’tis the season of kids turning three). During the late afternoon we were sitting out on the deck and my friend commented on how she had tried cleaning her patio doors with some product but that she didn’t think it was really meant for glass because although they were clean, they were streaky.

Later in the evening, around supper time, their screen patio door was open a few inches and the dog tried to force her way inside, and ended up knocking the screen right out of the track. They tried to fix it, then gave up on it for the time being since it’s now October and there aren’t too many flying bugs around anyway, and ended up leaving it open altogether.

(You probably see where this is going.)

Later that night, they lit a fire in their fireplace and we were sitting outside, relaxing. Strange as it may be, considering the time of year, there were a few mosquitoes. I decided to go in and get my camera. I walked up the stairs, crossed the deck, and… promptly walked straight into the glass patio door that had been closed to keep the bugs from coming in. I did it complete with a very loud *clunk* and possibly a profanity or two.

Much to my dismay, there were a couple of people inside getting tea so I couldn’t even wallow quietly in my embarrassment. Luckily, it was just my knee that made full contact with the glass so I didn’t hurt myself. I stammered something to my friend about how, clearly, her doors looked cleaner than she thought. Still, it took quite some time before I could stop laughing. It must have looked like something straight out of a comedey movie.

The radio is on right now. It’s a classic rock station.

Hayley: Is this music I liked when I was a baby?
Sherry: No, I don’t think so.
Hayley: Is it music Daddy likes?
Sherry: Yes, most of it.
Hayley: Do he like it better than the other crappy music?
Sherry: Um, yes.
Hayley: The crappy music like Duran Duran and the Buffy songs. But we like it.
Sherry: Yes we do.

I swear to god, I’m trying to watch “Lost” (and by the way, I would love it if it becomes a regular thing for it to be on at 9 pm instead of 8 so I don’t miss the beginning during the bedtime marathon; this has been great), trying SO hard to concentrate, and all I can think about is how willingly I would commit any number of crimes as long as I was rewarded with a giant heaping plate of Cantonese Chow Mein. Not the cheap shit from the pretend Chinese places, I mean the real deal from Chinatown. I can taste it in my imagination but that’s just not cutting it.

So.hungry.

I’ve reached that annoying stage in pregnancy where I’m constantly hungry but my stomach is really squished up so I can’t eat too much at one time. This all means that I eat frequently, to the point that sometimes it feels like I never stop, and when I tally it all up, it’s a surprise to see how much I’ve ingested.

A prime example happened on Monday night. We had a bunch of fresh vegetables left over from the party and I knew if I didn’t do something with them they’d wind up forgotten and rotten in the bottom of the fridge. I cut up a bunch of red pepper strips, some mushrooms, washed some baby carrots, and mixed the last of the sour cream with onion soup mix to make a dip. I set those out on the table to eat with supper and I ate quite a bit, especially the mushrooms.

Supper itself was corn on the cob, which was surprisingly good this late in the season, and so I ate two pieces. We ate it with Sweet and Sour Meatballs on rice. By the time supper was over, I was pretty full.

I did the dishes and then while Hayley had a pre-bed snack, I munched on a cheese stick.

After she went to bed, there was nothing on television that I felt like watching so I hung out at my desk, catching up on weblogs and eating more of the vegetables and dip plate (and this time finished off most of the mushrooms and a lot of carrots). At 10 pm it was time for my Chai tea (an easy way for me to get my calcium since I hate milk on its own but get 2/3 of a cup just by making the tea; it’s also been saving me from nightly acid reflux so I hate to miss it) and I can’t drink tea all by itself, so I had a little piece of chocolate cake. When I headed for bed at 11:30, my stomach felt very empty so I ate one more cheese stick so that I wouldn’t wake up starving at 2 am.

After all that, when I woke up at 8:00 the next morning I was so hungry that I couldn’t wait to make my bagel.

I know they say a pregnant woman is eating for two, but honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m eating for a family of four.

If Hayley doesn’t stop kicking me in the stomach (accidentally I mean; she isn’t hauling off and kicking me like a soccer ball because she hates me or anything), I swear the first thing this baby is going to do when she gains some form of muscle control is kick Hayley right in the head for revenge.

Out of all the birthday-ish pictures that I took, I think my favorite is from the day after the party when she was doing a big cheesy smile for the camera before eating her cake.

Whew, what a busy weekend. I spent Friday and Saturday cleaning and organizing for Hayley’s birthday party which was on Saturday evening. We weren’t able to do a big dinner thing like we had before, so we decided to start it at 6, after supper, and we had munchies like chips, crackers, cheese, pate, veggies and dip, fruit and chocolate sauce, and dessert things like cake, cookies, and muffins. It was a lot of fun, even though I had to take a bath last night just because my lower body was aching so much after everything I did.

I put up a bunch of pictures over here if you’d like to feel like you were there.