It's HOT

I am dying . . . dying from the heat. I don't know how much longer I can stand it. We live on the second floor of the apartment complex. We're not allowed to use window air conditioners. I have employed every tactic I know of to stay cool. I've got fans going. My feet have been in a bucket of ice water most of the day. I went and chopped my hair off. I have a spray bottle with ice water in it that gets sprayed whenever there isn't enough sweat to cool me off. I feel like I'm melting literally.

Now all of you are wondering how hot it is outside my house. You can feel the sweat rolling down your back, but guess what. It's only 95 degrees outside. At 28% the humidity isn't even that bad. So what's my problem?

1. My problem is we live in the northwest, where it gets over 85 and every one who owns an air conditioner has it on full blast.
2. My problem is I'm 34 weeks pregnant and have my own little eternal heater that can't be turned off.
3. My problem is I'm a good LDS girl and have to be modest.
4. My problem is we didn't make it to the pool today, and I didn't spend the last 4 hours in a wet bathing suit (like I did yesterday even though we'd left the pool 3 hours earlier).

My problem??

My problem is I don't fit in my freezer, or even my fridge for that matter.