savagemama: Where there's a farm boy...

Five summers ago, fully pregnant with Eliza, our water heater stopped working. It was mid-July and Seth’s parents were visiting. Seth’s dad loves a house project so the two of them set out to replace it. While we were without hot water, Seth would squirt me, naked and oh-so round, with the garden hose in the back yard so I could cool off and have some semblance of a bath. The water was ice cold but refreshing on my swollen ankles and taut belly.
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