So, any who know me well know that I enjoy a cool apartment. I spare no expenses in the summer on running the air conditioning, and in the winter, I keep the heater pretty low. Being cold has never really been a problem for me in the past as my roommates have never preferred a cooler living space than I have... "never really been a problem" that is, until now.
Becca is ridiculous. While during the past year of our marriage we have been on pretty equal temperature preferences, pregnancy has warped her internal temperature gauge. I'm not even kidding here... if I'm in the same room as her, she complains that my body heat is warming the room too much. At night, she turns off the heater all together. I typically wake at around 3 or 4 in the morning for fear of frostbite to any exposed skin. I then spend the rest of the night curled in fetal position praying that I make it through the night to daylight.
This morning, while she slept peacefully in her ice cave, I came out to the desk to work on the computer. After scraping the frost from my computer screen I spent the next few minutes warming my body back up and regaining the feeling in my extremities. Huddled in my blanket, trying to eliminate the drafts of frigid air creeping in from all directions, I contemplated going after my sleeping bag, but wasn't sure I could brave the excursion to the office closet.
I'm glad that the pregnancy is coming to an end soon, as the house will need to be warmer for baby Bryant. Now I may head outside to warm up...
Becca is ridiculous. While during the past year of our marriage we have been on pretty equal temperature preferences, pregnancy has warped her internal temperature gauge. I'm not even kidding here... if I'm in the same room as her, she complains that my body heat is warming the room too much. At night, she turns off the heater all together. I typically wake at around 3 or 4 in the morning for fear of frostbite to any exposed skin. I then spend the rest of the night curled in fetal position praying that I make it through the night to daylight.
This morning, while she slept peacefully in her ice cave, I came out to the desk to work on the computer. After scraping the frost from my computer screen I spent the next few minutes warming my body back up and regaining the feeling in my extremities. Huddled in my blanket, trying to eliminate the drafts of frigid air creeping in from all directions, I contemplated going after my sleeping bag, but wasn't sure I could brave the excursion to the office closet.
I'm glad that the pregnancy is coming to an end soon, as the house will need to be warmer for baby Bryant. Now I may head outside to warm up...
5 comments:
hahahahahahah that is halarious!
Travis, thank you for making me laugh so hard! I really needed it!!! p.s. Ava misses you-and has asked for you, by name, several times since we were at your apt.
wimp.
I hope you learn to suck it up a little more before your baby comes. You're getting pushed down the ladder!! haha. Being pregnant is awful. I feel bad for the girl and the boy.
Oh it makes me so excited for an AUGUST baby in freaking PHOENIX! We may have to buy another air conditioner because I think I might kill ours by the end of the summer.
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