I'm going to eat the air conditioning guys whole today.

This family photo adequately describes one of today's purely logical/irrational emotions.

Our AC has been broken for a good two months.  Anyone who has been to our home, knows that we keep our air at a crisp and cool 70 degrees.  It should encourage cuddling, but really it helps me to cope with my heater of a bedmate. ;)  Justin's skin is hot to the touch, and with the AC at 70, we still have 3 fans going on in our bedroom at any given time.   When he is away on business trips, I don't open my windows at night, so you can imagine pregnant little me suffocating on stale, warm air.


Can you believe that we've had AC technicians come out THREE times already and it's still not fixed? Can you believe that today, on this 4th attempt, I have become the Incredible Hulk or at the least, a blood-sucking vampire?  I am actually hiding out in my room out of fear I'll act like a crazy woman while they are here.


I have really tried to make sure that I am sleeping for good blocks of time because Jt and I work so hard.  I want to make sure I am getting the rest that baby boy and I need (Yes, baby boy!  Another blog must follow about that announcement).  I have been none too thrilled about 7am appointments for the AC guys to take a look at the problem.  Today, I decided to capitalize on this early wake-up.  I was expecting the AC guys between 7-8am, so I scheduled an 8:30am birthday breakfast with my sister for her special day while trying to allot enough time for a 10:30am interview I have later.  This means that my hair was curled, makeup was done( though I was distracted by my growing waistline and seriously "under-toned" arms :/ ), and I was rocking my new teal sundress & peacock feather earrings early this morning.  And so I waited.  And waited.  And waited.  By the time they showed up, I'd been waiting nearly TWO hours for their arrival and had just received a business call.  When I got off the phone, they were MIA (they had likely walked all the way home to retrieve a screwdriver and saved an injured animal on the way or they were simply grabbing their gear from their truck for like 15 minutes).  By now it was 9:20am and I was fuming!  I had to cancel Amber's birthday breakfast and had waited that long to feed my baby for nothing!  Seriously, when these innocent guys walked back in the door, I had to purposely stay in my room.  I feared that I would run out yelling and crying at them for ruining my life and starving my baby!


As I type this, I am still sitting on my bed pouting about this horrible morning gone awry and my ugly, sour attitude.  Today feels like an irrational, emotional kind of day.  A blame-it-on-the-crazy-hormones kind of day.  An oh-Lord-how-in-the-world-can-I-possibly-do-all-things-without-complaining kind of day.  Heaven, help me and please fix my AC once and for all.




***Update: To heap more coals of self-pity and woe upon my dramatic self this morning, my mother started posting Facebook pictures like these from the breakfast spot I was supposed to be dining at with my sissy.