Aliens

I've started to feel the baby moving inside me. All the books describe it magically as butterflies in your tummy. It isn't really like that. It's funny. All of a sudden you realize you have something growing inside you, and you feel like Sigourney Weaver in Aliens. Actually, it reminds me of when our dog had puppies and we could see the babies moving underneath her skin. Our dog didn't seem too comfortable with it, and I guess I can understand that. I'm glad I'm not having a litter. Just one is enough. But now my favorite part of the day is when it moves around. I'm playing a lot of music for it, and it seems to like it. I know I do.

It's my favorite season again. Screw all those summer people. Forget the heat and the sun. I like the rain and the colours of the leaves. I like the cool breezes and grey skies. Fall reminds me of new school outfits and starting all over again. Before you get sick of everything and everyone. Is there any place in the world where it is constantly fall? If there was, I'd move there.