Florida in summer

One thing that I am starting to find pretty funny is the way that this tiny human can go from laying very still, allowing me to forget that I am pregnant at times, to squirming so much that I feel like he is going to rip a hole in my side or my back and climb out.
I have to report that overall, here in week 26, I am still very much comfortable the majority of the time, provided I am not walking around too much and the temperature is OK. I agree with the masses of pregnant women who say that being pregnant in the summer sucks.
I would follow up that statement by saying that it really isn't all that horrible if you are here in the northern states, however, after a trip down to Florida to see Grandpa last week with Aunt Beth, I am starting to define a pretty distinct line between being hot and feeling like you are on fire.
Now, Aunt Beth is a sun worshipper, and I enjoy the sun myself at any other time, however, when you feel like a hot air balloon and your skin is far more sensitive to burning(still not sure what causes this), Florida in July feels darn close to the gates of hell.
There is just no good place to escape the heat, other than the freezers in the grocery store. Needless to say with loosened ligaments making my back and knees feel like they would give out at any random time, walking through the grocery store was not much fun, either.
A cot right there in front of the ice cream and TV dinners would have been great.

I noticed that I was very tired when we first arrived and catching up on a lot of sleep really helped me to feel better and kept the joint and muscles issues down to a barely noticeable issue by the time I left. I also noticed an interesting pattern with Aunt Beth and Grandpa. As I started to get some energy back from relaxing over the week, they both started to get more tired.
Aunt Beth had to spend her energy picking up her virtual paycheck(another post) and Grandpa, well, he must have just been worn out by how much fun he was having with his wonderful daughters. Either way, the beginning of the week consisted of them asking me why I was laying in bed at 10 pm, while the end of the week found me sitting on the sofa while they were snoring in the recliner and love seat by 9:30.

The baby liked the pool and all the junk food he got to try out that week. His favorite was the brownies, donuts and ice cream. I made sure he got a dessert every day. He was happy about that and started his wiggle dance right about the time I was passing out for the night.

One thing neither I nor the baby liked was my near death experience in the pool. I almost drowned while standing in water that only came to my waist or so. OK, so I don't have one right now, but where my waist used to be. Not sure how it happened other than probably from breathing in water while laughing. It scared the hell out of me because I literally couldn't breathe for close to 2 minutes I would guess. Right when I was starting to realize I was going to black out, I was able to get down on the ground and cough up some water and spit. That seemed to open up the pipes for some air, so that is great news, because otherwise I would not have been so lucky. I let Aunt Beth and Grandpa know that they were a huge help. Talking to a person who can't breathe doesn't do much for them. Aunt Beth gave me a trash can to cough into. (if you are going to choke to death, please do it in this trash can) Grandpa didn't notice because he was busy looking for 10 down on a crossword puzzle and then later reassured me that he was waiting for me to turn blue to do something. That made me feel much better. By the time I am blue, you can bet that I would not be capable of helping myself at all.

Being that I have had several emergency medical training courses in the past, I can honestly say the one time it doesn't help much, is when you need to help yourself.
So, Baby W, no worries. Mommy was able to save us both this time. I just hope that doesn't happen again, because it was really unpleasant.

Note to self, try to only swim when there is an EMT present.