I am cooking... I say cooking. I want the house to be like 65.
Alex... he's not very warmblooded and likes the house a balmy 73.
I proposed a 69 degree compromise and bought him some sweaters for Christmas. Woke up this a.m. to a thermostat set at 74 and panting puppy dogs who were too hot as well.
What, if anything, works for you? Because in my house, apparently this is the one argument I can't win by sticking out my bottom lip and whimpering "but I'm PREGNANT...."