It's nearly June, I'm hot, and exhausted. After the warmest weekend so far this year (low 90s), I feel wiped out.
I don't remember feeling so uncomfortable this early with Soren--I think it was those last two weeks or so, plus the 10 days he was overdue. I think it was easier being ripely pregnant in March, rather than May.
I think once this freaky warm weather dissipates, things will be much better in my world. The energy is just zapped right out of me, never mind that we haven't installed our air conditioners yet (waiting on our upstairs windows to be replaced next week). So if you imagine me, this whale of a body, parked on the couch in front of an oscillating fan, you wouldn't be too far off from what life has been like here of late.
Any advice for coping with a summer pregnancy? I might just have to go to the town pool tonight to cool off with S.