Despite the fact that the man promised me I would maintain full control over the temperature of the house throughout the duration of the pregnancy, per the terms of our negotiations, he KEEPS ON CHEATING and thinking I’m not going to notice.
Oh, I WILL NOTICE a one degree jump in temperature around here, buddy. Make no mistake about that.
And, no, I don’t care if he lays there at night, 2 blankets on top of him… shivering because *I* am nearly naked with not so much as a sheet on and the ceiling fan blasting over head, STILL sweating and cursing the damn Snoogle for not having built in AC.
I live in Texas, it’s August, I’m pregnant <WORST. COMBO. EVER.
Wait… no, add to that I’m chasing a *toddler*. <THAT IS THE WORST COMBO EVER.
I will own up to my bitchiness. I am a big, pregnant, HOT (and not in the Heidi Klum way) B-I-T-C-H.
So touch it ONE MORE TIME, dude. I dare you.
Kendall is 2 1/4 and has the coolest room in the house, which I might boot him out of so HE can sleep with his father, and I’m 22 weeks pregnant.