I've been anxiously awaiting spring since...well, November. I'm one of those people who is always cold, someone who carries a hoodie around with her even in the heat of late summer. So when weather.com promised a beautiful day yesterday, I embarked happily on my errands, prepared to enjoy the sunshine with my car windows rolled down.
My car windows were rolled down for about 10 minutes. After that, the windows went up and the air conditioning came on. Full blast. I was hot. When I got home, I cranked on the AC and got a cold drink and waited to cool off.
And waited.
And waited.
And am still waiting.
Even after a cold shower last night and this morning, I am still uncomfortably warm in my own body. And it didn't even reach 70 degrees today. I now have greater sympathy for my Canadian-born BFF, who was always overheating during the summers down here.
I was expecting the hot flashes (after all, I'm due in July) but I wasn't expecting to get this warm this quickly. I am reminded of the scene in "Father of the Bride 2" when Steve Martin's pregnant wife and pregnant daughter are lounging on the couch with fans and cool compresses, wearing shorts and tank tops, still complaining about the heat in the house, and he is running around in a parka and scarf. I apologize in advance to my husband: don't worry honey, I won't pack away your winter clothes. You might need them come July.
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