Without air conditioning, I was not a particularly nice pregnant woman.
When the people I was with and I got married, my wife promised to appreciate myself and others for better or worse, for sicker or poorer until death do us part.
I am not exactly sure she understood that all this went for when I was pregnant. I guess for a pregnant woman I wasn’t particularly nice. As Summer approached I became even less nice. I could not sit the heat. It didn’t 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 didn’t even want to go out unless I had portable air conditioning that I could carry with me. Without air conditioning, I entirely was not a particularly nice pregnant woman. My wife bought a special window air conditioning unit just for our dining room. She also had more than one fans hooked up in the dining room so they were blowing at myself and others from more than one weird sides. She was ecstatic at the plan that she only had to put up with this for more than one weeks, & I was dreading the next more than one weeks. I am sure that if she could have switched locales with myself and others at that point, I would’ve jumped at the chance. Although she may have been gruff over my needing air conditioning all the time, I am sure it would’ve been worse if she had been in my locale. I cannot see him gaining 100 pounds in less than 6 weeks, while being kicked in the ribs & bladder for the next more than two weeks. I don’t guess anything can be worse than being pregnant through the summer, & not having excellent air conditioning.