At 31 weeks, you may BURST INTO FLAMES

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Note: Rich and I work in the same office, a mere 30 feet from each other. Genie: Is it warm in here or is it just me? Rich: are you hitting on me? Genie: I may finally be getting to that point where I'm pregnant and warm Rich: I am not warm Genie: I must be dying (or pregnant). I'm in air conditioning, I'm wearing a tank top, shorts and flip flops and I'm warm. There's a sweater on my desk I'm *not even using*.

Genie: ugh, and now I'm low and waiting on this pop tart to kick in Rich: so I suppose that's a "No" if I ask you if you want to come over and make out? Genie: too woozey for make outs Rich: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Genie: I may need a fan in my office to survive the rest of the summer. Genie: Is this what it's like for other people who get warm? I can't *breathe*! Rich: Yeah. You want the fan from my office? Genie: No, I took off my little sweater again and I'm drinking water. Maybe I'll go open the fridge and stand in front of it.