Hot Cold

This post title refers to the weather..... in my house. So, backtracking a little bit... this summer when I was uber pregnant and walking laps around the inside of my house to try to make Micah come out, I had some air conditioning issues. Sometimes I would set the temperature lower because I was hot (hello, fat and exercising is a bad combo for temperature control :P) and the thermostat would decide that it simply did not want to tell the ac to turn on. It would do this until Nate got home and then it would innocently begin working again so that I looked even more convincingly like the crazy pregnant lady that I was trying to avoid becoming.

Well..... it's baaaaaack. Our downstairs heater refuses to turn on! I don't know if the thermostat is misbehaving again, or if something is wrong with that unit, but I woke up to a house that was a brisk 63 degrees and refuses to heat up. As a result, Micah and I are camping out upstairs today where the thermostat has no qualms about keeping me in 72 degree heaven. As I walk up and down the stairs to fetch toys, food and various other items, I get halfway down and feel the cold overtake me. On my way back, I sprint to the middle of the stairwell so that I can feel the delicious warmth gently slap me across the face... mmmmm, warm :) Anyways, I'm hoping this is a tempermental thing and the munchkin and I can relocate downstairs shortly.... I'm not sitting in 63 degrees all day... I'm not built for that :P