It's been hot around here lately. Close to 90 every day for a week. Although our house isn't too uncomfortable for most of the day, it's been unbearable in the evenings. And we don't have central air. Nor have we put the window units in yet. Add in the fact that I have a nine-pound furnace latched to my boobs for half an hour six to eight times a day, and a 30-pound furnace who wants to spend 95% of his waking time on my lap or in my arms, and I've been one hot and cranky momma.
When we were house hunting, I remember thinking to myself that having radiant heat, which means no duct work and no AC, ever, wouldn't be that big a deal. I'm now kicking myself for thinking such things. I'm just glad that I'm not pregnant any more. This weather would be beyond miserable.