When I was pregnant with Charlie we were living in our 2 bedroom apartment in Chicago.
No central air.
3 window units.
Vann would come home from work to find me in front of the dining room window unit with my shirt up over my belly. With my hands braced against the glass, I would stand there, all.day.long, letting that coooool air penetrate every last cell of my being. OMG was it hot up in there!
Ah, those memories linger…
Especially because last night our downstairs unit went kaput.
It was a lovely temp outside – 106, I think?
Here’s what our thermostat reads today:
84 degrees. Inside my house. And could get worse before the day is up.
And, as a bonus, my bathroom is like a sauna! So there’s no need to spend money on expensive spa treatments – I’ll just sit on the edge of my tub for 20 minutes.