Cold. Coldcoldcold. COLD.

Yes, I am cold. SO VERY COLD. I am over the winter. I am over below 60 temps. I am OVER dressing like a clown in my own house just to try and stay warm. Right now I am wearing slippers, socks, sweats, a night gown, a sweatshirt, a giant pink fuzzy bathrobe and a scarf. I have talked Mr. Fantastic to letting me set the thermostat to 70. And I am STILL COLD.

I would also be wearing long underwear if I were not too pregnant for them.

Where is the myth that pregnant women are hot all the time? I WOULD LIKE SOME OF THAT NOW, PLEASE.

I am warm in three locations:
1. In the shower.
2. In bed, but only after I have been running the space heater at 80 for a half hour with the bedroom door closed.
3. At my desk at work, because I sit under a heating vent, wear a blanket on my lap and run an illegal space heater under my desk that the Facilities Police have been grumbling at me about for nine years.

I am now going to sit in front of the t.v. in my clown clothes, wrap up in a comforter and shiver until it's bedtime.

(And when I am bitching about being hot in June, please kindly disregard this note.)

"Do you think he knows about second breakfast?"

THIRD breakfast is ok when you're pregnant, right? It's not even 11 yet and I've already eaten breakfast twice. STILL HUNGRY NOM NOM.

Also, for first breakfast I was a good girl and ate my grownup Fiber One cereal. But I mixed it with Crunch Berries.