It's been years since I was pregnant from June to August — eight, to be exact. But the fact that it's been nearly a decade does not stop me from thinking back to that time I was struggling through a third trimester at the height of a New York City summer. In those sweat-soaked, miserable moments all I could do was think of the things I'd rather do than be pregnant in the summer. (Hint: basically anything.)
It might seem hyperbolic, but the slightest whiff of heat and humidity brings me right back to the day when I felt like I was a million years pregnant and waddled everywhere and was generally just so uncomfortable I wanted to cry all the time. It's muscle memory, folks. Once your body has gone through something so intensely irritating, I believe it alters you on a cellular level. The experience is with you always, just waiting for the right trigger to bring it all rushing back.
So if you're pregnant this summer, my friends, please know that I feel you. I feel you hard. I know your pain and I want you to know that, yes, it's just as awful as perceive it to be. The good news? It will be over soon.
But to assure you that I understand where you're at, here's a list of things I'd have preferred doing to being pregnant during the summer: