I was hot and miserable.

I don’t know who first said that being pregnant is the best time of a woman’s life, but I would like to give them a few choice words.

Being pregnant is not fun.

I live in the South, where it is hot and humid 90% of the year. This, being my last trimester, has been nothing but a living hell. Even with the air conditioning running, I was hot and miserable all the time. If anyone even looked at me slightly oddly, I was jumping down their throats. My husband ‌put a huge fan and a portable air conditioning unit into our bedroom, in an attempt to keep me cool and comfortable. I went off on him when he said cool and comfortable, thinking he meant ‌I was being a shrew. I was so desperate to find comfort; ‌I asked him to take me to the mall, knowing how much he hates them all.I was sure he was going to turn down my request, but he didn’t. We were in the mall for less than 10 minutes when I was ready to go home. The air conditioning in the mall wasn’t much better than what I had at home. When we got home, I took off my shoes and headed into the shower. Five minutes into standing under the cool water, I yelled for my husband. He came running into the bathroom and I told him I didn’t think we would have to suffer through the heat much longer. He opened the shower curtain and asked if I was okay. I told him I would be fine in about 10 hours, which was when the baby Would be born.

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