“Your baby’s due when?” …sigh… Yes, I’m due to pop late August of ‘08, that’s right, I’m the first pregnant woman in history to have a baby born that time of year, the first woman to be stuck being hugely pregnant mid-Summer, the first - a pioneer if you will.

I can’t tell you how many people have ‘warned’ me (if you could call it that) from the moment I mentioned that I was pregnant and uttered my due date, “You will be miserable!” Gee, thanks, or perhaps I should say, Wow that’s helpful I’ll consider that. I was feeling rather determined back in April when it was still cold and I could hide the belly underneath a decent amount of layers, miserable ha! I’ll show them, I’ll be fine, sure I’ll be much larger and the weather will be much hotter but criminy, I’m NOT the first woman to be big and preggo through the long hot summer and I’m sure there are bigger women in hotter areas of the world that have endured worse.

So today, when the temperature in my area hit a gorgeous (aka disgusting) one hundred degrees in the shade, was I the least bit frazzled? Yes. Yes damnit, and so was my three year old daughter who is not hauling around a giant belly, so was her tiny friend and so was that friend’s mother! So this newsflash is just to report the following; This just in: EVERYONE’S miserable in the heat! I know there are those ‘special’ people out there that probably live for this kind of weather, they eat it up. A hundred? Why, that’s just right for an ice cold lemonade and a swing in my hammock. Shut up.

I felt so done today and it’s what? Mid May? How am I going to get through this anyway? A kind friend of mine (you know her as Dr. Wilma) chilled up a non-alcoholic beer for me the other day and I have to admit, from the moment I laid eyes on it I was excited. It was remarkably delicious. Completely unlike decaf coffee which I just can’t seem to embrace tho I love the regular stuff when I’m not Ms.Pregnant. I’ve got some maternity tops, light cotton stuff that will help but most of all. My oh-so-beloved air conditioner (cue celebratory music) how do I love thee?

My daughter even ditched a playdate today (possibly never happened before) when I mentioned the simple idea of going home, sitting in our cool house and whipping up some smoothies. It was too hot for play, too hot to stick to the slides and be scorched by the black rubber swings with metal handles that fry tiny hands, too hot for sand that is not located near the waters of a beach. We came home, stripped down to less presentable, more comfortable clothing and I think we were both different people, happy people. It feels so wrong. It’s so weird to be inside and look out the window and see our gorgeous sunny garden, my impulse as a mom is to say, “Let’s get out there and enjoy the sunny day!” not this day.

This day I was perfectly happy to watch my kid dance around, finally happy, finally enjoying a decent bodily temperature and be her silly self. It takes my mind off my own discomfort for a little while and she always manages to say something to make me laugh, things like, “SUN be gone!” and “Mama, can you turn off the sun now please?” Wish I could honey, wish I could.