It makes perfect sense that since my mother was pregnant with me during the hottest summer on record, that my first pregnancy would coincide with the second hottest summer since they started keeping track 113 years ago.
Because, you know, why not?
Granted, I was born in August and I'm not due until December (when, hopefully, it will be much, much cooler), but I still find the whole thing to be rather annoying. It is like I am being punished by karma for something I had absolutely nothing to do with. But it seems silly to apologize for something like being born.
I guess I am just finding it difficult not to take all this heat personally somehow.
In happier news: 23 days until Colorado!
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