Okay, “heat wave” may be a bit of an exaggeration. We’ve been experiencing highs of about 28 degrees Celsius over the last week, but with humidity that makes it “feel like” anything between 32 and 38.
I used to live for weather like this. All year long, I would shiver in sweaters, consoling myself that summer humidity would breathe the life back into my chilled bones soon. I attributed my comfort with high temperatures to being born in July (in the middle of an actual heat wave. no less) as, while others withered around me as the mercury continued to rise, I seemed to thrive. For me, extreme sunshine came with improved moods, elevated energy levels, and improved physicality. I’d usually even drop a few pounds each summer without really trying.
Unfortunately, this lifelong passion for high temperatures has been stolen by motherhood. I am now 11 weeks pregnant while continuing to nurse my 18 month old. I deduce that this must be the hormonal equivalent of being menopausal because all I feel is hot, hot, HOT!
Suddenly blasting sunshine is an energy thief. Every morning I wish for cooler temperatures so that my daughter and I can have a productive day outdoors. Every night I break into an uncomfortable hot flash that make me long for a crisp October evening.
All the unenviable conditions of first-trimester pregnancy are so much worse in the heat. Be it nausea, fatigue, dizzy spells or hot flashes, sometimes I think that all I need to feel better is crisp, cool air!
Bring on sweet fall weather!
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