When Billy is 13 and hates me because I won't let him get a motorcycle or something, will you all please remind him of this headline from The Weather Channel today:
"Dangerous heat over much of the U.S."
It's now 6 p.m. and 99 degrees in Oxford. 99. As the sun is going down.
Usually, I like heat. Summer's great, air conditioning makes me too cold--I'm that girl who brings a sweater to the movies. With 50 pounds of baby, however, I just can't take it. I'm miserable.
Because of the extreme heat, my extremities have swollen up but good. My size 10s were never delicate, but at least they were long and thin. Now, they're just hideous--and nothing fits them. Friday evening, my hands started swelling, with can be a warning sign for pre-eclampsia. A trip to the doctor today revealed it's nothing but the heat+fluid retention+a little bit of carpal tunnel.
No more whining. Y'all just send good thoughts my way and hopefully the little guy will decide to join us soon.
But when he's 13, please remind him of what he put his mama through.
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