My long week has nearly come to its conclusion: I just have class tonight and then meetings tomorrow and then I'm free! Well...free until Monday when my normal schedule of part-time momming in the morning and full-time teaching in the afternoon/evening resume; still, after this week that schedule will seem relaxing.
Anyhoo, today was another one of those long days sitting in a conference room with my belly resting uncomfortably on the tops of my thighs and my back and ass aching from sitting for so long. So, after our interviews and after I caught up on some of my own work, I took a little break and went for a walk around campus in order to get outside and get a little exercise in.
And, I guess I hadn't fully realized that while it's still comfortable and cool in the mornings and evenings here in South Florida, it turns out that at 4 pm, it's pretty hot out. Like low 80s, starting to feel a bit humid out there (although, at 50% humidity, that's NUTHIN compared to summer -- in fact, come July, 50% humidity will feel downright arid). Now, I know that's not what most of you want to read right now -- especially those who were just recently pounded by fresh, spring snow -- but, trust me, it wasn't as glorious as it may sound.
Granted, it was lovely to get outside and get some fresh air and some sun, but when I returned to my office, I found both my hands and feet a bit swollen. Enough so that I took my wedding ring off for a bit, and that ring, even when pregnant, often is a little loose on me.
Oh, and there was also that lovely feeling that I like to refer to as "sweaty underwear syndrome."
Those who have been, or are, pregnant know what I mean: You don't even have to actually exercise, and it seems like a pregnant woman sweats through her undies at the drop of a hat. It's just simple physics: That fabric that occupies the inch or so space where you have the top of your thigh and the beginning of your belly doesn't stand a chance at staying completely dry.
By now, my wedding ring fits comfortably again, and my feet feel a bit less sweaty, but man, I sure do wish I had a spare-pair 'o undies in my purse! I've got diapers, baby wipes, a pacifier, and a pair of Norah's socks in there -- you'd think I could find a little space to store something handy for me!