Without A/C, I was not a genuinely nice pregnant man.
He was cheerful at the system that he only had to put up with this for 2 weeks, and I was dreading the next 2 weeks.
When the people I was with and I got married, our hubby promised to love me for better or worse, for sicker or poorer until death do us part. I am not exactly sure he understood that all this went for when I was pregnant. I guess for a pregnant man I wasn’t genuinely nice. As Summer approached I became even less nice. I could not kneel the heat. It did not matter what I did, I would find I was getting prickly rash or sunburned, despite the fact that I wasn’t out in the sun. To be honest, I did not even want to go out unless I had portable A/C that I could carry with me. Without A/C, I really was not a genuinely nice pregnant man. My hubby bought a special window A/C unit just for our family room. He also had 2 fans hooked up in the family room so they were blowing at me from 2 weird sides. He was cheerful at the system that he only had to put up with this for 2 weeks, and I was dreading the next 2 weeks. I am sure that if he could have switched venues with me at that point, I would’ve jumped at the chance. Although he may have been gruff over our needing A/C all the time, I am sure it would’ve been worse if he had been in our venue. I can’t see him gaining 100 pounds in less than many weeks, while being kicked in the ribs and bladder for the next numerous weeks. I do not recognize anything can be worse than being pregnant through the summer, and not having excellent A/C.