Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Hot Mama
As we head into the Memorial Day weekend, the unofficial start of summer, things are going to get steamy around here. 90 degrees will be the temperature neighborhood from Friday through Monday. As mentioned here and on FirstNews over the last few days, co-anchor Jere (or JERRY) Gish and his very patient wife, Barb (spelled and pronounced the real way!) are expecting their second child anytime in the next month and, while Jere or Jerry or Jeree or whatever his name is, likes the hot weather ahead, for Barb it is doubly uncomfortable. I understand. I know what she means. While I've obviously never been pregnant myself...although I did gain ten to 15 pounds each time my wife was...I do have a vicarious idea about what Barb is going through.
When my wife was carrying our oldest son back in 1989, we had a major heat wave around here. It was 90+ in April of that year and never really cooled down too far from there. According to research done in my own home, being pregnant adds between 12 and 1200 degrees to the "feels like" temperature on any given hot day. The house we lived in at the time had just one, temperamental window air conditioner. Sitting indoors, my poor wife was practically melting, but, being fitness-minded, she still insisted we take walks each day...which meant going outdoors...one of the downsides of walking, running and biking by my estimation. Sometimes, in an effort to find a cooler place to stroll, we'd head for English Landing Park in Parkville. The tall trees and rushing river at least gave us the illusion that we weren't living in the Broiling Feet subdivision of the sun. As we would pass other walkers at the park, they always smiled with compassion and empathy at my wife...then, glared accusingly at me. Okay, I deserved it for any number of reasons.
My wife came through the sizzling last trimester like a trouper and I learned to never argue with a pregnant woman on a hot day...or, for that matter, any day about anything. It was still toasty in August of 1989, when our son was born so he was quite often in his birthday suit during his first couple months of life. Even as a toddler, he preferred to run around in his Power Rangers undies...a habit he really needs to break before starting college next year.
To this day, he can't stand the heat. So, he stays out of the kitchen as a tribute to Harry Truman and a convenient way to avoid setting the table or washing the dishes. Heat also can keep him from getting too friendly with the lawn mower...as a tribute to John Deere, I guess.
If David Blaine really wants to prove his physical stamina and mental strength, let him visit Kansas City in mid-July, in what feels like his 36th month of pregnancy. I guarantee he'd jump right back into that big tank of water in Times Square and hold his breath all over again.
Finally, a quick hello and thank you to fine folks at Heritage Village Assisted Living in Gladstone. It was fun to visit with everybody there yesterday. Thanks for the coffee mug and cookbook...since my wife isn't pregnant, I can blame those recipes for my fast approaching new ten to 15 pound weight gain!
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When my wife was carrying our oldest son back in 1989, we had a major heat wave around here. It was 90+ in April of that year and never really cooled down too far from there. According to research done in my own home, being pregnant adds between 12 and 1200 degrees to the "feels like" temperature on any given hot day. The house we lived in at the time had just one, temperamental window air conditioner. Sitting indoors, my poor wife was practically melting, but, being fitness-minded, she still insisted we take walks each day...which meant going outdoors...one of the downsides of walking, running and biking by my estimation. Sometimes, in an effort to find a cooler place to stroll, we'd head for English Landing Park in Parkville. The tall trees and rushing river at least gave us the illusion that we weren't living in the Broiling Feet subdivision of the sun. As we would pass other walkers at the park, they always smiled with compassion and empathy at my wife...then, glared accusingly at me. Okay, I deserved it for any number of reasons.
My wife came through the sizzling last trimester like a trouper and I learned to never argue with a pregnant woman on a hot day...or, for that matter, any day about anything. It was still toasty in August of 1989, when our son was born so he was quite often in his birthday suit during his first couple months of life. Even as a toddler, he preferred to run around in his Power Rangers undies...a habit he really needs to break before starting college next year.
To this day, he can't stand the heat. So, he stays out of the kitchen as a tribute to Harry Truman and a convenient way to avoid setting the table or washing the dishes. Heat also can keep him from getting too friendly with the lawn mower...as a tribute to John Deere, I guess.
If David Blaine really wants to prove his physical stamina and mental strength, let him visit Kansas City in mid-July, in what feels like his 36th month of pregnancy. I guarantee he'd jump right back into that big tank of water in Times Square and hold his breath all over again.
Finally, a quick hello and thank you to fine folks at Heritage Village Assisted Living in Gladstone. It was fun to visit with everybody there yesterday. Thanks for the coffee mug and cookbook...since my wife isn't pregnant, I can blame those recipes for my fast approaching new ten to 15 pound weight gain!
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