I think this is going to be a really ramble-y post, and I apologize. My brain isn't really on today.
Another day in the mid-90's. We're visiting Tom's sister in Erie, PA tonight when he gets off of work, and tomorrow we're going swimming in the lake. Just for a few hours, but it's going to feel fantastic.
How did I ever survive a pregnancy in this type of weather? Being pregnant is already draining enough, especially during the last couple months (which is where I am finally - YES!). But when it's so hot and humid everyday, it can be debilitating. It just saps me of all my energy.
We keep all doors and windows shut during the day. The curtains are all drawn to keep out the light (i.e. heat). Some of the curtains are semi-sheer, so we put up big sheets of cardboard behind them. As soon as the sun goes down, all the windows and doors are thrown open, and Tom sets up his complicated series of fans in various windows to push air through the house (I still don't understand the logic behind all of it, and he gets frustrated when I try to mess with it). I seems to help.
We have one AC window unit in the bedroom, but really try not to use it unless its really necessary. The electric bills are just way too much. On other nights, we have one oscillating fan at the foot of the bed, and one box fan aimed right at me and my gigantic stomach. When I got to bed last night, I saw that Tom had moved my box fan to Sly's window. I tried to sweat it out with just the one fan going at the foot of the bed. But I woke up feeling like I wanted to die in the middle of the night, and cranked on the AC.
It would be awesome if I could just set up a tiny baby pool outside or something. But we literally have NO yard, and our tiny porch is too narrow to fit one. I've taken a few cold baths, though.
For weeks now, I haven't cooked anything that requires an oven. I'm surprised by how many meals I've actually been able to come up with that are entirely made on the stovetop. It might not be so bad, but we eat in the kitchen, and turning the oven on just gets it way too hot to stand. I wish houses were still built with "summer kitchens".
Tom walks home from work everyday. It's about a 35 minute walk in nice weather, but takes him about 50 minutes in the heat. He comes home dripping in sweat, and jumps right into a cold shower. I had to institute a "no walking around the house in just underwear" rule because he was trying to come to the dinner table too scantily clad!
Some days I've been finding excuses to get into air-conditioned places. Taking not-exactly-necessary trips to the supermarket, etc.
I've been doing a good job staying hydrated, though. I drink glass after glass of ice water. So far, my feet and ankles haven't even swollen up at all!! I want to feel proud of myself for that, but I can't actually remember when it started happening during my pregnancy with Sly. So it might just be that the terrible edema hasn't struck yet.
I probably shouldn't complain so much. We live in the "north" anyways. I know there are plenty of people - probably some reading this blog - who live in much hotter climates. Although I'm guessing most of them do have air conditioning....Anyways, it really puts me into a state of amazement when I think about people 100 years ago, living in the south with not so much as a fan, and wearing WAY more clothing in the summer than we do now. I guess you just get acclimated to it??