Sorry! You have my highest sympathies, I was a freaking whale this time last year and was so miserable until the end of July. Plus I couldn't sleep, so I was a tired, bloated, overheated whale.
I'm like a frail flower in high humidity and heat. I wilt. Ian is annoyed with me. Above 82 degrees, and I am just DONE. And that's NOT being pregnant.
I am glad we live up here now because the cove is practically outside my door and Winter Island is practically just up the street. If I am to be a whale, I will be a beach whale!
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I am glad we live up here now because the cove is practically outside my door and Winter Island is practically just up the street. If I am to be a whale, I will be a beach whale!
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