This Is Getting Monotonous

Here I sit yet again, glowing attractively with sweat and eating a large bowl of White Lightning ice cream in a vain attempt to keep cool.

I saw the doctor yesterday for my now-once-a-week check to see if there's a baby planning on arriving anytime soon.  The doctor made small talk in the form of informing me much too cheerily that record heat was forecast for today.  Then he told me that second babies are on average born four days after their anticipated due date.

Is there a jury in the world that would send me to jail for smacking that guy right in the face for saying such things to a woman who is quite obviously DONEDONEDONE with the pregnancy-in-summer thing and just looking for any small sign of hope that this child will arrive sometime before I spontaneously combust from a combination of heat and pregnancy-related discomfort?  No female jury would, anyway.  In fact, they might add a couple of whacks for me.

Anyway.  That's where we are.  Pregnant.  Hot.  Forever and ever.  The end.