Hot

And not in a good way. Just hot. It’s in the 90s now. And I am hot. Everyone warned me that being pregnant in the middle of a NY summer would be tough, and I blew it off every time. I’ve always preferred to be hot rather than cold. Damon’s the same way and we’ve spent many summers happily sleeping in an un-airconditioned bedroom with just a fan blowing on us. All my laughing in the face of the heat has finally come back to bite me. I staggered out into the living room around 1am last night to spend the rest of the night on the couch, directly in front of our window unit. Which, of course, doesn’t seem to be working very well. Today coming home my subway car was not air conditioned. So, to recap:

— I have invented pregnancy
— I am the first person ever to be hot
— I am actually the first person to ever be uncomfortable in any way
— I am not pleased

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72 responses to this post.

  1. You know, I never really had that hot thing, but everyone else I know did. My neighbor’s husband would even find her sitting outside eating ice cream at night in December.
    Look at it this way: you’re less hot than you will be a year from now, when you are carrying a wiggling infant who is trying to grab everything out of your hands and pull your hair and if you could only remove your Baby Bjorn for a minute everyone could see the baby-shaped sweat stain on your shirt…
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  2. You know, I never really had that hot thing, but everyone else I know did. My neighbor’s husband would even find her sitting outside eating ice cream at night in December.
    Look at it this way: you’re less hot than you will be a year from now, when you are carrying a wiggling infant who is trying to grab everything out of your hands and pull your hair and if you could only remove your Baby Bjorn for a minute everyone could see the baby-shaped sweat stain on your shirt…
    šŸ˜‰

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  3. You know, I never really had that hot thing, but everyone else I know did. My neighbor’s husband would even find her sitting outside eating ice cream at night in December.
    Look at it this way: you’re less hot than you will be a year from now, when you are carrying a wiggling infant who is trying to grab everything out of your hands and pull your hair and if you could only remove your Baby Bjorn for a minute everyone could see the baby-shaped sweat stain on your shirt…
    šŸ˜‰

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  4. You know, I never really had that hot thing, but everyone else I know did. My neighbor’s husband would even find her sitting outside eating ice cream at night in December.
    Look at it this way: you’re less hot than you will be a year from now, when you are carrying a wiggling infant who is trying to grab everything out of your hands and pull your hair and if you could only remove your Baby Bjorn for a minute everyone could see the baby-shaped sweat stain on your shirt…
    šŸ˜‰

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  5. You know, I never really had that hot thing, but everyone else I know did. My neighbor’s husband would even find her sitting outside eating ice cream at night in December.
    Look at it this way: you’re less hot than you will be a year from now, when you are carrying a wiggling infant who is trying to grab everything out of your hands and pull your hair and if you could only remove your Baby Bjorn for a minute everyone could see the baby-shaped sweat stain on your shirt…
    šŸ˜‰

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  6. You know, I never really had that hot thing, but everyone else I know did. My neighbor’s husband would even find her sitting outside eating ice cream at night in December.
    Look at it this way: you’re less hot than you will be a year from now, when you are carrying a wiggling infant who is trying to grab everything out of your hands and pull your hair and if you could only remove your Baby Bjorn for a minute everyone could see the baby-shaped sweat stain on your shirt…
    šŸ˜‰

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  7. I laughed when I read this because it sounds like the sort of thing a cat would say, if a cat could talk.
    But I’m sorry you’re hot. This is a particularly awful summer to be pregnant. Not that you needed anyone to point that out.

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  8. I laughed when I read this because it sounds like the sort of thing a cat would say, if a cat could talk.
    But I’m sorry you’re hot. This is a particularly awful summer to be pregnant. Not that you needed anyone to point that out.

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    • I read your comment to my husband, who got a good laugh. He feels much of my behavior is cat-like, and the complaining is no exception.

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    • I read your comment to my husband, who got a good laugh. He feels much of my behavior is cat-like, and the complaining is no exception.

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    • I read your comment to my husband, who got a good laugh. He feels much of my behavior is cat-like, and the complaining is no exception.

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    • I read your comment to my husband, who got a good laugh. He feels much of my behavior is cat-like, and the complaining is no exception.

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    • I read your comment to my husband, who got a good laugh. He feels much of my behavior is cat-like, and the complaining is no exception.

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  9. I laughed when I read this because it sounds like the sort of thing a cat would say, if a cat could talk.
    But I’m sorry you’re hot. This is a particularly awful summer to be pregnant. Not that you needed anyone to point that out.

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  10. I laughed when I read this because it sounds like the sort of thing a cat would say, if a cat could talk.
    But I’m sorry you’re hot. This is a particularly awful summer to be pregnant. Not that you needed anyone to point that out.

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  11. I laughed when I read this because it sounds like the sort of thing a cat would say, if a cat could talk.
    But I’m sorry you’re hot. This is a particularly awful summer to be pregnant. Not that you needed anyone to point that out.

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  12. I laughed when I read this because it sounds like the sort of thing a cat would say, if a cat could talk.
    But I’m sorry you’re hot. This is a particularly awful summer to be pregnant. Not that you needed anyone to point that out.

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  13. When it’s in the 90s and you live in a state where almost no one has central air, you’re allowed to be the first person to ever be hot and uncomfortable. Poor thing!

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  14. When it’s in the 90s and you live in a state where almost no one has central air, you’re allowed to be the first person to ever be hot and uncomfortable. Poor thing!

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  15. When it’s in the 90s and you live in a state where almost no one has central air, you’re allowed to be the first person to ever be hot and uncomfortable. Poor thing!

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  16. When it’s in the 90s and you live in a state where almost no one has central air, you’re allowed to be the first person to ever be hot and uncomfortable. Poor thing!

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  17. When it’s in the 90s and you live in a state where almost no one has central air, you’re allowed to be the first person to ever be hot and uncomfortable. Poor thing!

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  18. When it’s in the 90s and you live in a state where almost no one has central air, you’re allowed to be the first person to ever be hot and uncomfortable. Poor thing!

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  19. I’m feeling it along with you. I can’t stand to be hot on a normal day. If I were hot and pregnant, I’d put myself on bedrest.

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  20. I’m feeling it along with you. I can’t stand to be hot on a normal day. If I were hot and pregnant, I’d put myself on bedrest.

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  21. I’m feeling it along with you. I can’t stand to be hot on a normal day. If I were hot and pregnant, I’d put myself on bedrest.

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  22. I’m feeling it along with you. I can’t stand to be hot on a normal day. If I were hot and pregnant, I’d put myself on bedrest.

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  23. I’m feeling it along with you. I can’t stand to be hot on a normal day. If I were hot and pregnant, I’d put myself on bedrest.

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  24. I’m feeling it along with you. I can’t stand to be hot on a normal day. If I were hot and pregnant, I’d put myself on bedrest.

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  25. I remember those woes. I refused to go anywhere in the middle of the WINTER without sandals because it was just too darned hot in other peoples houses for me.

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  26. I remember those woes. I refused to go anywhere in the middle of the WINTER without sandals because it was just too darned hot in other peoples houses for me.

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  27. I remember those woes. I refused to go anywhere in the middle of the WINTER without sandals because it was just too darned hot in other peoples houses for me.

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  28. I remember those woes. I refused to go anywhere in the middle of the WINTER without sandals because it was just too darned hot in other peoples houses for me.

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  29. I remember those woes. I refused to go anywhere in the middle of the WINTER without sandals because it was just too darned hot in other peoples houses for me.

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  30. I remember those woes. I refused to go anywhere in the middle of the WINTER without sandals because it was just too darned hot in other peoples houses for me.

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  31. Poor hot uncomfortable dear. I wonder if the community would distract you? It has certainly distracted me from just about everything except thoughts of cream cheese frosting. Rain? Has it been raining? Really?

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  32. Poor hot uncomfortable dear. I wonder if the community would distract you? It has certainly distracted me from just about everything except thoughts of cream cheese frosting. Rain? Has it been raining? Really?

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    • Heavens. I can’t imagine needing anything else. I got to go to the (relatively) famous cupcake bakery Crumbs here in NYC last week. We stumbled across it when we were walking on the Upper West Side and Damon was baffled that I was dragging him down the sidewalk saying, “It’s Crumbs! It’s Crumbs!” We got one red velvet cake and one gourmet version of the Hostess classic. I wish I had them to eat over again right now.

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    • Heavens. I can’t imagine needing anything else. I got to go to the (relatively) famous cupcake bakery Crumbs here in NYC last week. We stumbled across it when we were walking on the Upper West Side and Damon was baffled that I was dragging him down the sidewalk saying, “It’s Crumbs! It’s Crumbs!” We got one red velvet cake and one gourmet version of the Hostess classic. I wish I had them to eat over again right now.

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    • Heavens. I can’t imagine needing anything else. I got to go to the (relatively) famous cupcake bakery Crumbs here in NYC last week. We stumbled across it when we were walking on the Upper West Side and Damon was baffled that I was dragging him down the sidewalk saying, “It’s Crumbs! It’s Crumbs!” We got one red velvet cake and one gourmet version of the Hostess classic. I wish I had them to eat over again right now.

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    • Heavens. I can’t imagine needing anything else. I got to go to the (relatively) famous cupcake bakery Crumbs here in NYC last week. We stumbled across it when we were walking on the Upper West Side and Damon was baffled that I was dragging him down the sidewalk saying, “It’s Crumbs! It’s Crumbs!” We got one red velvet cake and one gourmet version of the Hostess classic. I wish I had them to eat over again right now.

      Reply

    • Heavens. I can’t imagine needing anything else. I got to go to the (relatively) famous cupcake bakery Crumbs here in NYC last week. We stumbled across it when we were walking on the Upper West Side and Damon was baffled that I was dragging him down the sidewalk saying, “It’s Crumbs! It’s Crumbs!” We got one red velvet cake and one gourmet version of the Hostess classic. I wish I had them to eat over again right now.

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  33. Poor hot uncomfortable dear. I wonder if the community would distract you? It has certainly distracted me from just about everything except thoughts of cream cheese frosting. Rain? Has it been raining? Really?

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  34. Poor hot uncomfortable dear. I wonder if the community would distract you? It has certainly distracted me from just about everything except thoughts of cream cheese frosting. Rain? Has it been raining? Really?

    Reply

  35. Poor hot uncomfortable dear. I wonder if the community would distract you? It has certainly distracted me from just about everything except thoughts of cream cheese frosting. Rain? Has it been raining? Really?

    Reply

  36. Poor hot uncomfortable dear. I wonder if the community would distract you? It has certainly distracted me from just about everything except thoughts of cream cheese frosting. Rain? Has it been raining? Really?

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  37. The baby-shaped sweat stain… that got an out-loud laugh.

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  38. I read your comment to my husband, who got a good laugh. He feels much of my behavior is cat-like, and the complaining is no exception.

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  39. Thank you. All I really want is to be humored, and you’ve hit the nail right on the head.

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  40. I’ve put myself on an all-popsicle diet.

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  41. It’s crazy. This is clearly the direct result of my “the heat won’t bother me” hubris of months past.

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  42. Heavens. I can’t imagine needing anything else. I got to go to the (relatively) famous cupcake bakery Crumbs here in NYC last week. We stumbled across it when we were walking on the Upper West Side and Damon was baffled that I was dragging him down the sidewalk saying, “It’s Crumbs! It’s Crumbs!” We got one red velvet cake and one gourmet version of the Hostess classic. I wish I had them to eat over again right now.

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