When we got married, my hubby promised to like myself and others for better or worse, for sicker or poorer until death do us part.
I’m not exactly sure he understood that all this went for when I was pregnant.
I assume for a pregnant person I wasn’t honestly nice. As Summer approached I became even less nice. I could not rest the heat. It did not matter what I did, I would find I was getting prickly rash or sunburned, but I wasn’t out in the sun. To be honest, I did not even want to go out unless I had portable air conditioner that I could carry with me. Without air conditioner, I legitimately was not a honestly nice pregnant woman. My hubby bought a special window air conditioner machine just for our study room. He also had many fans hooked up in the study room so they were blowing at myself and others from many different sides. He was cheerful at the method that he only had to put up with this for many months, & I was dreading the next many months. I’m sure that if he could have switched places with myself and others at that point, I would’ve jumped at the chance. Although he may have been gruff over my needing air conditioner all the time, I’m sure it would’ve been worse if he had been in my place. I cannot see him gaining 100 pounds in less than many months, while being kicked in the ribs & bladder for the next many months. I do not suppose anything can be worse than being pregnant through the summer, & not having excellent air conditioner.