When I got to the office this morning, it was 107 degrees. I'm not exaggerating. Apparently the heating system broke down over the weekend, and instead of taking cold air from outside and heating that up, it was heating the already hot air inside the building... over, and over, and over. It's making me feel quite uncomfortable, and I have to go to the bathroom a lot to expel the gallons of water that I've been drinking.
Of course, this is temporary. I can take a walk outside, where it's a lovely 45 degrees. The worst case scenario is that the heat remains oppressive for the remainder of the day, but it'll be back to normal tomorrow. I'm leaving work at 4:30pm, and will soon be comfortable. Life really isn't that bad.
I've emailed with Alise to tell her of these conditions, naturally. She's being very sympathetic and asks for updates. I'm sure that if I were her though, I'd be thinking 'yeah? you have to pee all the time? that's got to suck... what's that like?', and 'Oh really? you feel uncomfortable? How terrible for you! come back to me in five months if it's still the same, jackass'.
Pregnancy really isn't a piece of cake, you know. Alise has had a remarkable trouble free time, but there are still side effects. The weight of the baby belly and her boobs has put a great strain on her back, and her movements are now slower and more deliberate. The constant need to pee has been ever-present throughout this pregnancy, and she's having a hard time sleeping. My son (as he is often called when he's acting up) apparently takes great pleasure in kicking his mommy from the inside, and Alise has likened his antics at times to his trying to rip out her ribs as though they are bars on a window.
Alise. For all of the times recently that I've told you that my back hurts, my knees hurt, or that I'm just generally uncomfortable; I apologize. I really do.
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