Let me break it down for you: Being 6 months pregnant in a Texas summer stinks. Quite literally and figuratively. I can't cool off. I sweat non-stop. I can't afford to air condition the house to a temperature I would enjoy. The only place I can find relief is when I'm hauling the crazies around in the minivan. That lovely mom-mobile can pump out some seriously cold air in a hurry. And all the vents in the front half are pointed in my direction. But get this--my kids have started bringing blankets in the car because they whine and cry the whole time that they're freezing. I'm sorry--but freeze. I'm in the process of GROWING a person and it's 110* outside. I'm an inferno--so drag your little blankets with you because the air's coming on full blast.
I've looked into getting one of these for the house so I can drag it around behind me no matter where I go. (Don't you think I could have some little wheels installed there along the bottom? Or prop it in a Little Tikes wagon?) Plus, I'm pretty sure it'd be really loud and I can't help but think I would appreciate all the tattling and whining I wouldn't hear with it on.
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So is that something you can register for. Something we can all go in on. Maybe the Federal Gov. has on in LA laying around from Katrina.
I can so relate. Xander was born July 5th. It was super hot in Kentucky, and I swear it rained more than normal just to make me more miserable with humidity. Hang in there lady!
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