Today I achieved a new low, a previously unimagined level of pregnancy-related indignity.
It was hot. So hot that I opted to wear a short-ish dress despite the fact that I last shaved my legs three days ago (the time before that is more easily recorded in months).
Initially all was fine. My bulk and all this extra blood made it slightly warmer but I was coping.
It was only after a 15 minute schlep up to Isabel’s that I realised my error…
Yep, my thighs are now so fat that they actually rub together and chafe! My sweaty inner thighs were rubbing together and getting sore EVEN THOUGH I CURRENTLY WALK LIKE JOHN WAYNE!!!
Isabel wasn’t even in so I had to waddle all the way back and make an emergency stop at Saino’s for a family-size talcum powder… I applied liberally in the customer toilet. You can’t begin to imagine the relief and simultaneous shame of such a situation.