17 weeks, 6 days.
According to the “Comparison to my husband-who-is-normal-in-some-distant-universe-but-still-awesome-in-this-one temperature scale”, my pregnant body thinks it’s about 10°F hotter than it actually is, almost all the time. All I know is that it feels damned hot.
And I cannot seem to consume enough water to stay hydrated and cool because, regardless of appearances, my stomach is of finite size.
I have decided to move into the bathtub, permanently. Or at least until this baby is born… Nice cool water. Nice cool evaporation. Mostly, just cool.
I ♥ the bathtub.
Professional computer geek and linguist living in Germany, doing infosec stuff and being the freakiest mother ever.
