Gus rigged up an air conditioner from a cooler, a box fan, some copper pipe, some hope and a dream, and it works okay. It's only 80 upstairs so far today, down from a high of 91 last night. Although I'm dying to get the little guy out, I guess I'm glad I wasn't laboring in the intense heat of the day yesterday in a hot birthing tub. That might have been a little more misery than I was looking for.
We'll keep you updated when he decides to make his appearance. Any time now, buddy.