I sit here with a belly full of Chinese (and a big helping of baby). It’s roughly 140 degrees here in pregnancy land, but the thermometer is reading a mere 80. My excuse this entire pregnancy has been that the summer heat won’t bother me a bit because I’m such a Florida girl. Well, Florida ain’t got nothin’ on Wyoming. My current pregnancy uniform consists of spankies and a sports bra. Needless to say, it’s hot.
The boys think so too.
Brent claimed tonight Chinese dinner night. Complete with Chow Mein, pot stickers, egg drop soup, and Ashley. Nothing tops off a hot evening like hot Chinese food cooking in a hot kitchen, but it surly satisfied the cravings of Lilly. We defeated the heat with homemade Italian Sodas and basketball playoffs.