Week 18: Argh! It itches!

17 weeks, 3 days.

So the house is hot, and it being July 4th, there’s probably not really any place to go except for our basement to cool off. Thank God for the basement.

All hail the basement! Yay!

But the last few days, the heat isn’t the worst of it – the worst of it is whatever is biting me while I sleep! (N.B. I’m pretty sure it’s not Christian.)

I wake up in the morning with new little itchy bites in the worst places (fingers, for example). So far it’s only a few, but I’d forgotten that I got these last year also, and my husband never seemed to. I figure he just doesn’t react the way I do, but whatever it is, it’s so unfair. My guess it’s any of the number of little spiders that occasionally visit us, but whatever it is, it’s driving me nuts! I’m allowed to use hydrocortisone cream or Benadryl to take care of the itching, but I’d really rather not – I’m trying to save my medication use for bad allergy days (fortunately, any of a number of over-the-counter antihistimines are, according to the perinatologist who evaluated Small Monster last week, just fine for me to take when needed), but this may end up getting me anyway.

Stupid bugs! (Funny how I was fascinated by insects as a child, and despise them as an adult. Four years in New Orleans will do that to you…)