I’m not sure who thought that being pregnant is an awesome time for women, but I’d like to find out.
I’m not a big fan of pregnancy. Living in the South, it’s always hot and humid 90% of the year. This is my last trimester and I’m not having fun. I always have the cooling unit running, but I feel tepid and miserable no matter what I do. If folks even look at me slightly oddly, I feel like jumping down their throats. Mark got me a huge fan and a portable air conditioning unit to move around the house in an attempt to keep me cool and happy. I gave him a piece of my mind when he said that because I thought he meant I was being awful. I was so desperate to feel cool. I wanted to go to the big box store, knowing how much he dislikes them all. I was sure he was going to turn down my request, however Mark didn’t. I was in the big box store for less than 15 minutes when I felt nauseous. The AC there wasn’t much better than what we had at home. The minute I walked into our front door, I took off my shoes and headed into the shower. Eight minutes into standing under the cool water, I called out to Mark, and he came running. I kept repeating that I didn’t want to be pregnant any longer. He opened the shower curtain to check up on me. Mark told him I’d be fantastic in a week or two, which was when the baby would be born.