New York City has been offering up its traditional late-July weather this week, ranging from miserably hot to horrendously humid, and every time I’ve left the house my clothes have been sticking to me within minutes. I finally had to start toting Joanie around in a stroller instead of strapped around me in the Ergo I normally prefer (and, actually, my first preference in a Moby wrap, but I decided right off the bat to wait ’til fall to layer myself in all that warm fabric because the body heat between us was creating small fires everywhere we went.
We have zero travel plans this summer, for obvious reasons, but next year, when we aren’t waiting and wondering when a baby’s coming and we can actually plan some things in advance, I want to get the hell out of Dodge. Maybe for the whole month of July. That’s my dream one day, anyway. I’d like to skip town for most of July and August. Does anyone in, like, Northern California or Oregon or some place with civilized summers (even my beloved Chicago!) want to swap homes and come spend two grueling months in hell? Anyone?? Our place even comes with two cats whose barf you can clean up on the regular. Hit me up for more details!
Anyway, what’s new? Are you on vacation? I think everyone is on vacation this weekend. (Well, not us). Where did you go? What are you doing? What’s the weather like where you are?
Me, I’m getting my thrill by buying cute, new, post-pregnancy underwear since I stretched out all my other underwear with my huge third trimester belly. (By the way, there’s an anniversary sale at Nordstrom for just a couple more days if you want to check that out). Not that I’m wearing the new undies yet since things are still not, let’s say, quite back to normal down there. It’s been like a 3 1/2 week-long period around here (TMI?). Which is not what you want to deal with when it’s ranging from miserably hot to horrendously humid outside, but, damn, at least I can drink a couple glasses of cold rosé now.
Anyhoo, before I say anything else that might embarrass my poor, long-suffering husband — who really should be glad I refrained from discussing my nine months of constipation in great detail — I bid you adieu. Have a happy weekend (and a wonderful vacation, you 98% of people who are living the dream his week)!