I was 5 and a half months pregnant with Gunther Jr. when that huge power outtage hit Eastern Canada and the North Eastern States. And, to add insult to injury, I was living on the 3rd floor of an already hot, all dark brick, south facing apartment building built on a huge rock outcropping. I swear I was going to melt. It was that day that I swore I was never going to have a summer pregnancy.
Yeah... That promise lasted :P
Meh, I can't complain. Gunther III is doing well so far, and so am I, save for being extremely sensitive to heat. It's a mere 23 degrees Celcius in here (so 2 degrees above average room temp) and I feel like I've been sitting in a hot tub for the last hour. You know that radiating heat you get after a hot shower or the like? That's what I feel like.
But aside from that, I feel fine.
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So glad things are going well. Hope you find a good way to stay cool! miss you lots!!
I had a dream about you last night. It wa sso vivid. Is your hair shorter now?
Everything's going to be fine. You're so strong. We love you, woman.
Actually Jennie, my hair is shorter... Jaw length at the front, about 2 inches shorter than that in the front. Dare I ask what the dream was about?
You know, you were doing pretty good about monday updates there for 2 weeks. So I guess I'll have to take your comment above as a sign that things are still OK. Brat.
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