Being pregnant is supposed to be this beautiful, magical thing.
A lot of people say that I am just glowing. I will tell you the truth though. I am not glowing, I am sweating to death. Something about my pregnancy has just made me feel like I am a walking furnace. My husband no longer wants to sit next to me on the couch. The heat coming off of me is intense. If we were in the winter season, being on the hotter side would be nice. It would be great to enjoy a winter season a little hot for once. Of course, it is the summertime. I wear short dresses and I am always near air conditioning. I was never a fan of cooling systems until I was pregnant. Now everything revolves around AC. I will only go to restaurants that have air conditioning. I will only see a movie if I know the AC machine works. I don’t like to leave the house though. My husband upgraded our cooling situation. I went from window AC in the bedroom to central air conditioning throughout the whole house. I just love that I have quality AC now. I can go in any room of the house and lower the thermostat as much as I want. Everyone complains that I am freezing them out of the house. I only have two more months to go. They think they are suffering. I am the one who is really suffering here. I need AC in order to not have wet underwear and wet hair.