I have to admit I am not liking the time change at all. It was great for the weekend, but not so much anymore. Seeing the sun disappear around 5:00 is a little saddening, and seeing the sun through my blinds way to early is just wrong. I don't ever remember the fall time change being such a problem, but it is really bothering me. I can't seem to get adjusted. I am hungry earlier, tired later, and hungry again in the middle of the night. It seems as if this small little time change thing has disrupted me and baby's entire schedule.

Speaking of schedule, I am so excited to be finished with schoolwork until final exams...other than the fact I still have to go to class. This is very good news! And when everyone else is getting up at the crack of dawn on January 10th for a new semester, I will be still sleeping away. That is even better news! However, I will still have schoolwork (on my time). Then, before I know it, baby girl will make her appearance and life will really be OFF schedule. Eh.

On a good note, the weather is finally feeling like fall. Even half of the easten seaboard saw snow this weekend/week. This is when I really wished I lived in the mountains, I bet it is so beautiful. Snow is so calming and peaceful as it is falling. It brings back great childhood memories. I remember one year it snowed so hard and so much that we didn't have power for atleast a week. We lived on the end of a street which was in the very far corner of the city. Our roads were never scraped and our power was the VERY last to be fixed. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were about the only thing we could eat for a whole week. I was craving Mcdonalds so bad, but no one could even get as far as down the driveway in a car. All my friends were out sledding and enjoying being out of school, but I was stuck so far away from the main street the only thing I had to play with was a dog and a baby sister. But, now that I look back, those were the good 'ol days. Spending all day trecking through the woods in the snow and coming back with frozen toes just made the gas fire even better. Funny, but the last snow storm we had in Raleigh last March had me craving Mcdonalds then too. I made David go out in the ice to get me a hamburger. Weird. Let's pray and cross our fingers that we don't get another snowstorm in early March this year...because I do not want to be driving in it while in labor or driving back in it with a newborn. Please.

I'll end this post with a Welcome Fall, Come on Thanksgiving, Hurry up Christmas, and I am ready to see you baby girl!