Thursday, May 24, 2007
Is it just me, or is it getting REALLY hot?
Maybe, though, it's just that extra person strapped to my waist that's turning my world into a sauna. I don't know. But people keep telling me that they're hot too, so it can't be just me. This week has been rather warm (and by "warm," I actually mean "just this side of sweltering"), with temperatures in the low 90s and ever-rising humidity. They're predicting a weekend of rain, though, so hopefully that will cool things down some. See, that's the nice thing about hot weather out here, as opposed to hot weather in the inter-mountain west. It will get hot and humid here, and it will stay pretty miserable, but then a fabulous rainstorm will blow in and cool the place down enough to make us want the hot and humid back. It's not a bad cycle, really.
Even so, though, it's really hot for being only May, and the 17-year cicadas are expected to make their appearance any day now, and this baby won't stop growing bigger. Something tells me that this is going to be one long, hot summer.
Speaking of Baby and that whole "growing bigger" business...he's starting to get heavy. And awkward. It's starting to take just about all I've got to do once-ho-hum activities like getting in and out of bed and bending over to pick up something I've dropped. And sleeping well is quickly becoming a pleasure of the past. Oh well, though. It's not like that aspect of pregnancy will get much better once he arrives and sleeps in his own bed. I might as well get used to it. The other night at my book club, my also-pregnant friend, Mandy (she's just two weeks ahead of me), asked me how I was feeling. I replied with an apparently unconvincing "Oh, pretty good," to which she shot back with, "You are totally lying. I don't feel good -- you can't possibly feel good either." Okay, so she caught me.
But it's not all horrible either. The fact that he's getting bigger makes spending my free time belly watching all the more entertaining. Seriously, this kid's kicks and rolls are not too unlike those of an active California fault line. It's fun to watch, and usually fun to feel, too. I say usually only because every once in a while he pokes a foot deep into my torso, which is a big no-no and typically requires any effort on my part to see if I can shift him. I mean, I know he's cramped in there, but I've got to draw the line somewhere.
Last night I attended my last Young Women's activity. We went out with a bang, though. I taught the girls how to do some simple bookbinding, and they could not get enough of it. What can I say -- I aim to please. I'll miss those girls, even though I only served with them for 5ish months. They're a lot of fun, and I expect to see great things from them down the road.
Well, that about sums things up here for the time being. Have yourselves a lovely day and enjoy your cool weather, if you're lucky enough to have some. If, though, you're as hot and sticky as I am, you have my sympathies.
Even so, though, it's really hot for being only May, and the 17-year cicadas are expected to make their appearance any day now, and this baby won't stop growing bigger. Something tells me that this is going to be one long, hot summer.
Speaking of Baby and that whole "growing bigger" business...he's starting to get heavy. And awkward. It's starting to take just about all I've got to do once-ho-hum activities like getting in and out of bed and bending over to pick up something I've dropped. And sleeping well is quickly becoming a pleasure of the past. Oh well, though. It's not like that aspect of pregnancy will get much better once he arrives and sleeps in his own bed. I might as well get used to it. The other night at my book club, my also-pregnant friend, Mandy (she's just two weeks ahead of me), asked me how I was feeling. I replied with an apparently unconvincing "Oh, pretty good," to which she shot back with, "You are totally lying. I don't feel good -- you can't possibly feel good either." Okay, so she caught me.
But it's not all horrible either. The fact that he's getting bigger makes spending my free time belly watching all the more entertaining. Seriously, this kid's kicks and rolls are not too unlike those of an active California fault line. It's fun to watch, and usually fun to feel, too. I say usually only because every once in a while he pokes a foot deep into my torso, which is a big no-no and typically requires any effort on my part to see if I can shift him. I mean, I know he's cramped in there, but I've got to draw the line somewhere.
Last night I attended my last Young Women's activity. We went out with a bang, though. I taught the girls how to do some simple bookbinding, and they could not get enough of it. What can I say -- I aim to please. I'll miss those girls, even though I only served with them for 5ish months. They're a lot of fun, and I expect to see great things from them down the road.
Well, that about sums things up here for the time being. Have yourselves a lovely day and enjoy your cool weather, if you're lucky enough to have some. If, though, you're as hot and sticky as I am, you have my sympathies.
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4 comments:
Heat AND humidity suck; I would be dying.
Hopefully the next little while will go quickly so you won't be so uncomfortable.
Last night I was lying on the floor with Lindsay (my Lindsay) and I just got up off of the floor. No grunting, no pain, no discomfort. It was great. I said "I'm so glad I'm not pregnant." Soon, you, too will be able to say that, and appreciate it.
Ah, the sticky sweltering heat where you get out of the shower and never really dry off. It's miserable enough without being pregnant - I can't imagine! At least it's only another few weeks and it's over - and just remember that every day you suffer, you're saving several hundreds and thousands of dollars in the NICU!
Kristen -- Yes, dry heat does have its benefits.
Becca -- I can hardly wait!
Kristeee -- Very good point. I'd take my own discomfort over the NICU in a heartbeat.
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