Two words: heat index (with three digits).
Sitting on the couch makes me sweat. Taking a shower makes me sweat. Breathing makes me sweat.
Sweat…it’s what’s on my armpits, the back of my legs, along my hairline, and in places I won’t list here because you’re all nice people and you don’t need to know.
The dog doesn’t want out. That’s strange, because it’s not raining. But I don’t blame him, all the same.
The toddler doesn’t want out. This is even more strange than the phenomenon of the dog not wanting out.
The sheep are panting. They don’t want out either.
The clothes hanging on the line can’t dry because of the humidity index (which seems to go unmeasured by those non-pregnant weathermen, but which I assure you is so high it might as well rain and help us out already!).
Did I mention that it’s 90 degrees INSIDE?
The toddler doesn’t want to eat. Neither does her mother. Unless it’s ice cream or popsicles. (I would blame the allowance of such a diet on a certain unborn baby, but…doesn’t that just seem wrong somehow?)
No, I don’t live in the South. And now I don’t want to. (Except maybe in the dead of winter.)
No, my water didn’t break. That’s just sweat.
I’ve been at my mother-in-law’s house, where there’s air conditioning, for the last five evenings. I’m sure she’s sick of me, but I’m not sick of her A/C, and I’ve let her know it. (Is this just the pregnancy acting? Well, maybe.)
85 sounds like cooling off.
There’s a smell to the house. I think it’s me and all that sweat.
My husband, knowing a desperate pregnant wife when he sees one, takes precious study time to install the bedroom window air conditioner. I then give the go-ahead to turn it down to 65. (He can’t believe his good fortune! And I would have never done this if it wasn’t officially Dog Days weather out there!) But I still go over to my mother-in-law’s because I can’t bear to be in just this one little room of my house.
County fair’s over. State fair’s over. Kids aren’t back in school. And it’s hot.
Upon stepping out of the pool, I’m sweating. By the time I’m home, it’s like I never went swimming.
I’m not going back in, and you can’t make me. It’s NINETY DEGREES in there!
Oh girl, welcome to the South! It IS that hot here….all summer! Thank goodness most places are air conditioned! Oh and there is no “toe testing” the waters to see if it is too cold to jump in….it is HOT…you just jump in!
love ya!
I’m a sweatball, too.
It’s MN, and while the humidity’s down today the temp’s up.
I hate getting up and everything is MOIST. Wednesday am I got up, everything was DAMP. The floor was damp, the towels in the bathroom were damp, my shirt was damp. The box fan was blowing in the window, and the temp was fine…but it was DAMP.
I turned on the air this morning to try to dry out the carpet and the towels and the atmosphere…then went outside and realized it was warm and damp inside, but the breeze was nice..so I turned the air off. It costs so much to maintain the outdoor temps and yet still be dry inside…but hotter than the outdoors.
Tomorrow and this weekend will make me break down. If I had a job, I’d have the air on already. And in my townhome, its only the downstairs that becomes comfy. The upstairs is always hot.
Wanna move to Juneau with me, start a Catholic commune, raise sheep and Shepherds and Greyhound and Goats (and cows and horses), invent more effective lightbulbs…and bring Christ to the other communes there?
🙂
We won’t need AC there.
Ugh… I can sympathize. Riley was born during a pre-Labor Day heatwave and right at its peak (when I was on bed rest for preeclampsia and as swollen as a Macy’s parade balloon) our A/C went out… and we couldn’t afford to fix it. Worst. Week. Ever!
I didn’t have A/C in the house I grew up in, and we used to put a pan of ice in front of a fan and sit directly in front of it. Sounds ghetto… but it works!
Stay cool!
I can relate to the pervasive dampness; while it hasn’t been triple digits yet,ninety degrees with 99% humidity can keep me indoors hugging the AC!
You know it’s bad when the kids say “it’s too hot to go in the pool!”
Oh my gosh. I can so relate. I am almost nine months pregnant and it is 100 degrees today. And humid. I’m a seventh generation Texan and I swear I will just never get used to this abysmal weather. Every single summer I walk around muttering, “Was it THIS hot last summer? It wasn’t. I would have moved. People cannot live in this sort of climate.”
Whining about the heat is a sort of hobby of mine.
Sarah, dear Sarah, you poor dear, I hear you! I am in CT but we have humidity, too and heat! But, I am referring to when I was living in Texas during a pregnancy right smack dab in the SUMMER HEAT and couldn’t wait to move back to CT! You need to have hubby put a AC in the living room. Tell him I said so! 🙂
God bless,
Donna