Every time I have been knocked up, it has been a little simpler than the time before it. After five youngsters, that’s saying something indeed. The next, number six, will be our last child. But I pretty much say that after every infant now! What can I say, I have been blessed with many gleeful and healthy babies, and I know our partner and I give them a great life. As they say, the more the merrier, so this infant will make us happier than ever! At least, that’s what I need to keep saying to myself for the next eighteen years. One thing that’s weird about this pregnancy is how chilly I’ve been getting, even without the a/c turned on. In fact I have to keep turning off the A/C to keep from freezing, which irritates everyone else because they are still hot. The last pregnancy I had was the polar opposite, and since I was felt overheated I kept the A/C at a genuinely chilly temperature and yelled at anyone who tried to screw with our temperature control. The children were wearing sweaters around the lake house and I was resting in front of the air vents covered in gallons of sweat. This time is even more terrible, because I want to turn on the furnace all the time even though it is over 78 degrees outside. It isn’t honorable to inflict suffering on our youngsters by running the furnace like that, so I make alternate arrangements. Sporadically I go out and stand in the sun, and if that is not enough I rest in the automobile with the heating system running on full blast.