I have never been quite so obsessed with opening the windows and curtains. I've never been so miserable at work. I've never been more tempted to run around my home in less than is appropriate. I am well and truly in my third trimester. I am well and truly in my third trimester, during the dead of summer.
Get me out! Oceana has a little pool that we managed to get back from Gramma's house today. I think I'm gonna lay in it like the beached whale I resemble. That or completely give up on clothing.
So tell me, how did you survive the oppressive summer heat during your pregnancies? Did you swim? Strip? Suck on ice cubes? Drink more water so you had to spend more time in the bathroom? Take cold baths? Moan and complain like a 3 year old?
There's no wrong answer here! Just curious.