HOLY HEAT WAVE

Oh I don't do summer. Like, no no no I do not do summer. I hate it. I think it's the dumbest season. I hate sweating. I hate being hot. I hate only eating fruit and yogurt because anything else will make you balloon up. But entering my 6th month of pregnancy with this PSYCHOTIC WEATHER SITUATION? OH I'M NOT HAPPY. No no no no no. I am NOT a happy camper. Commuting to NYC from NJ in 90 degree weather while pregnant is just about the shittiest you can ever feel. Especially because the escalators are broken. So today, in my too small for me, just give it up and wear maternity clothes body - I hiked up a broken escalator, FULL ON wedgie AND camel toe up to a SHIT STORM of human traffic. The line weaves in and out five times over with sweaty, disgusting bodies who are sticky and smell like armpits. Add to that my heightened sense of smell and easily irritated demeanor? Oh no no no no no.