Heat Wave!

The heat wave is over! Last week, the temperatures in the Portland Metro area soared to a whopping 107!@&! or so, and since our corner of the universe has such mild summers, we have no air conditioning. We survived by sipping ice water, swimming at the gym, and I slept in wet clothes. My manly hunter husband went out and caught us a used air conditioner from some Very Dear Friends that carried us through the tail end, but the first few days were pretty fun.

The heat wave was rough for the other pregnant ladies I know, too, and there seem to be a lot of those around. My neighbor is pregnant, another neighbor has a four week old, and our dear friend Chrissy is pregnant too. I think this pregnancy thing must be catching.

So it turns out that the 'bun in the oven' thing is true--I am an oven. At 32 weeks pregnant, I am hot all the time, even without the heat wave. Last night the temperature dropped low enough that my husband curled up under the comforter, but I slept half covered by just a sheet with two fans running. Under normal conditions I would have been warming my icy feet on his legs (poor babe).

But, throughout the heat, I did not swell up excessively and had no major negative symptoms, so I count myself very lucky that we survived just fine (though I'm sure my husband could have lived with less whining ;)