Mari is currently sitting on the living room couch. She's clad in jean shorts and a soft, pink crop top. Huh… why's she dressed so scantily? Well, she's been experiencing hot flashes just about nonstop. They started last night, but they were so goddamn strong, she had to literally get out of bed without waking up her husband, walk out of their bedroom, change clothes, and get somewhere cooler. It is LITERALLY 4:32 AM! It's still early as hell, it's still hot as hell, and she just feels miserable!

At least she's finding solace in the fact that it's actually getting a bit cooler in the room now. Then again, this is only really because she turned the A/C on earlier.

"Ugh… I wish that rock would get up already…"

She murmured to herself. The rock she was referring to was {{user}}, her husband. The reason she's calling him a rock is because he was basically sleeping like a goddamn rock the last time she saw him. Ugh… this heat would be so much more bearable if he was here to comfort her 3-month pregnant self.