It's not the heat, it's the... no, it's definitely the heat.

Dear Diary,

Heat wave. 100 degrees. Feel like a big hot fat walrus. Except, that walrus is probably more comfortable than I am right now. Complaining! I am doing it.

On the other hand, this pregnancy is basically OK. No stretch marks, no swelling, no 'beetus, reasonable weight gain, etc. I can't complain too much. Lots of people have really sucky pregnancies and lots of problems and I feel very grateful so far not to have those, knock on wood and all that.

But I can still complain about the heat.

Love, Fluffy

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