Warning--Feeling Sorry For Myself

Let me preface this by stating that I am thrilled to be pregnant, and finally getting excited about having two precious little babies.
Now for the "at the moment" reality. Why does it take 10 months to have a baby? Okay, okay...these two will probably come at closer to 9 months, but still. Why does it have to take that long? And WHY does it have to be so uncomfortable?
Another scalding hot Arkansas summer has begun. The temperature is supposed to reach over ninety today. It is only the first day of June!!
With each of my previous pregnancies I have been pregnant in the hot hot summer--but only just pregnant. Not showing, not carrying around extra weight. So this talk about how pregnant women and the summer do not go together never really mattered to me.
When I found out I was pregnant this time, I was relieved to be having another winter baby and therefore getting to skip the giant in the summer problems that we all hear about. Then I found out we were having twins. I will not be escaping the pregnant in summer curse this time.
I measure about 22 weeks pregnant. My belly is out and weighs a ton (though I still haven't gained any weight--not for lack of eating--I just have a really hard time gaining weight when I am expecting). I grunt every time I roll over in bed. I sleep with just the sheet most of the time even though the temperature in the room is 67 degrees (thank goodness we don't pay for our own utilities!). I can't tie my own shoes. I can barely dress myself, and what maternity clothes I do have are getting tighter.
IT IS HOT!!
I don't generally get into swimming pools. At our family reunion every summer at the end of June, Heath and the girls get in the pools and splash around. I stay out simply because I don't like getting wet. This summer, I plan on staying in the pool throughout the whole weekend. It may be the only way to stay cool. A friend at church yesterday told me to come over to their pool anytime I want to cool off. I just might.
Again, let me end by saying that I love that I am having more children (two is more than I bargained for, but not unwelcome). I love that I am starting to feel them move--even if it is whenever they accidentally bump into something (still too tiny to really do much intentional kicking). To me the best part about expecting is getting to feel the babies movements. It makes everything more real and is a constant reminder that they are doing well. I can't wait for that to become more prevalent!