I can’t take much more of this

Hot hot hot

For some dumb reason, we’re having a heatwave. It started sometime last week and we’ve reached the point where everyone’s hitting their melting point and we’ve just about had enough of this silly nonsense. Or maybe that’s just me. My favorite part was the weatherman (the one I *HATE* from Channel 4) saying in his forcast last week, “We don’t usually see temperatures like this until July 12.” He *had* to add the July 12, didn’t he? He could just say July or mid-July. No. He had to mention the DAY AFTER THIS BABY IS BORN and I’m no longer a humongous, sweating blob.

After church today, we got in the van and the little temperature reader read 107 to which I shook a finger at it and said, “That’s a DAMN lie and you know it!!” And it was a lie, because as things evened out a few minutes later it went down to a far more tolerable 99. But before we left the downtown area, the temperature did read 106. It gradually went down until we got home where it was 99 as we pulled into the garage at 3pm. I’m telling you, people. I can’t take much more of this. We have the a/c in our bedroom set to 66 at night and it runs all night long. And I never feel COOL. I feel tolerable and that’s at least something. I don’t think the term “too cold” is even in my vocabulary right now. There just isn’t such a thing.

It’s supposed to be really toasty tomorrow as well. But Tuesday’s high is only predicted to be 96. (*only*… ha!) It might get down as low as 91 on Thursday. Woo hoo!

The good news is we managed to do a big “return run” to Babies R Us today. We returned most of the girly stuff we had and picked out boy “counterparts” instead. I also changed out the girly stuff on our registry for the boy versions. So that was a huge accomplishment. And while the store was blissfully air conditioned, it still was a lot of walking around and right now, the body is protesting. So I’m trying to do that thing where I sit (with my feet up) as still as I can. Because if I don’t move, I won’t make as much sweat, right?

I guess I can just thank God that I don’t live in Vegas where they were forcasting 112 for today. Jiminy Crickets! That’s just crazy talk, right there.

At any rate, I think we’ve fully established that pregnant or not, I’m not built for such temperatures. It’s days like this that I feel like packing my bags and moving to Alaska to live with the bears and moose.

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