It's TOO HOT!

When I was ten, my mom was pregnant with my little sister in the dead of the summer in Mississippi. She used to walk around the house saying, "It's too hot." Not only was it what she said that me and my siblings found funny but how she said it--in this high pitched, dramatic fashion. We have never let her forget and often look back on those days giggling at Mom's intense reaction to the heat that summer.

Well, now it's my turn. This is my third pregnancy taking place in the summer and the most miserable by far. I was pregnant with Avery in Virginia and with Sarah in SLC/St. Louis. This is by far the hottest place we have ever lived. With temperatures in the high 90s, high humidity, and very little rain, I am almost positive I cannot possibly survive the summer. I hate the heat and I hate being outside. My body temperature is at least 10 degrees higher than normal and I am tired of sweating all the time. So I walk around the house the same way my mother did 20 years ago complaining that "It's too hot." Yes, I am dramatic about it and yes I position myself under the fan with the air conditioner on every chance I get. I can finally empathize with my poor mother.