The Pregnant Sauna, Heat of Betrayal

Eight months into my pregnancy, I knelt for three hours in front of 999 blind boxes. I finally pulled the hidden edition designer figure I wanted.

I couldn't wait to show my husband. But when I pushed open the door, a wave of suffocating 125-degree heat hit me.

Four space heaters were cranked to the max. Every floor-to-ceiling window was locked tight.

As I reached out to turn them off, my husband's assistant blocked my path.

"Ma'am, don't touch those. I'm freezing. The doctor said I have a