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I think we can all agree that fall is the fourth best season. I'm an October baby, and I despise fall. I think that's saying something. When the temperature starts to drop so does my mood. A cold me is an angry me, and fall is just the beginning of chilly chills. It's taken me nearly 30 years to pinpoint exactly why I hate fall. These are my reasons: 1. The cold. Being cold is painful. Being cold makes me just as grumpy as I am when I'm on my period. My ears start to ache, my

Baby gender reveals parties are so extra now. When I get pregnant, I'm going to gather my few friends and family in a room and make them play a game of telephone. The person who starts the game will know the baby's gender, and the information will travel around the room in a whisper. Finally, the secret will arrive at me and my husband's ears, and we will tear up and announce, "IT'S A BORL!" And our dear loved ones will cheer, and someone standing behind me will say, "Oh My G