Tonight I am thankful for air conditioning. Because I currently don't have it and I am pretty dang miserable.
I got home Friday night and went to bed, and all through the night I kept hearing this rumbling sound, and I guess in my sleep I thought it was the wind or a storm. But when I went out to my car Saturday morning to leave for work, the air conditioner made a funny noise, like it was trying to start up but wasn't running exactly right. Chad was asleep because he had driven home from Dallas the night before and I didn't want to wake him, so I left and went to work. When I came home that afternoon and walked upstairs I was greeted with HOT. STUFFY. AIR. And the thermostat seriously said 82 degrees. Anyway, turns out our air conditioner is frozen; there's ice on some of the parts. Not sure what that means but apparently it needs fixing. The repair man was booked all weekend with "emergencies" so he is coming tomorrow. (In my book, being 9 months pregnant with no air conditioning qualifies as a genuine emergency, but not in his book. So whatever.) We have stayed downstairs for the most part and Chad got us a box fan at WalMart last night which has been an absolute lifesaver. I can only go upstairs at night and early in the morning. And our house is split level; the living room, kitchen, our bedroom, the kids rooms are ALL upstairs. Thankfully it's the weekend and Mary Ella is with my parents, so we've been able to manage the best we can. But it's still BURNING hot.
Last night I dreamed that my water broke. I'm pretty sure I was just desperate to cool off. That might be nice, actually.