I don’t want to write about being pregnant today. I want to write about fall colors and how man cannot duplicate their beauty. I want to write about the drive from Caldwell to Moscow and the brown and green stripes on the rolling hills that are still some of the most beautiful colors I’ve seen. I want to write about…
But I’m beyond exhausted. And my butt hurts. And I feel bloated and fat.
So to bed I go.
The rest will have to wait.