
Thank God this pregnancy blog is anonymous… that’s all I have to say.
Today I mustered up the energy to try to find curtains for the nursery. I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to look around. I couldn’t make up my mind so I bought 3 different ones to bring home to see what Tarzan thought about them.
Oh but this story isn’t about curtains, I’m just setting it up so that you understand I was out running errands.
Basically it’s like a freakin’ sauna outside in Houston right now. Seriously, I never ever ever remember June being this hot, but then again I’ve never been pregnant in June either.
I had the a/c blasting because I could not get cool. It was at 68 degrees and on full blast to try to make me chilly. It did not work, by the way.
I was wearing these pants and the material is really light (in my defense). Combine lightweight pants with leather seats in the car and I’m going to tell you right now, it’s just not a good situation. At all.
I picked up Chick-fil-A for lunch and then came straight home. I was miserable. Tarzan came out to the garage to help me bring in our lunch and my BB&B bag and I told him that I felt like my butt was sweating. He looked at my butt and told me that it was.
WHAT??
There was no way that I believed him and I was convinced that he was just kidding. Well, that was until I came inside and looked in the mirror in the bathroom.
My husband was not kidding.
I was so hot that it went through my underwear and there was a nice wet spot on the back of my pants. Can you believe that?
Even worse, can you imagine if I wouldn’t have come right home? I would have been the laughing stock of wherever I was at the time.
How freakin’ embarrassing.
So not only has pregnancy made me feel huge, made my feet grow two sizes, given me migraines, made my hair so insanely long and thick, caused me to vomit and feel nauseous for many, many weeks (loved morning sickness), made me to (at times) be a psycho b!tch, and numerous other things, but now I can add sweaty butt to the list as well.
Thank God I’m near the end.
Moral of the story for myself and for all you pregnant ladies: Make sure that your pants are a little thicker when running errands, you need to be prepared. Also you might want to carry another pair of pants with you… you know, just in case you are one of the “lucky” pregnant ones like me.
Joy.
You might also want to read:
- 21 weeks pregnant belly picture: Our baby is kicking Jane’s butt! I mean belly…
- The lovely subject of poop
- 37 weeks pregnant: Reminiscing about my pregnancy
- Pregnancy Week Sweet 16? Jane celebrates by throwing up several times. I celebrate by cleaning up.
- 14 weeks pregnant: Bowing down to the porcelain god all day long




I say boycott the car altogether and shop online in the comfort of your own home with a window unit fan set at 68 blowing directly on your butt the whole time while you snack on frozen chucks of watermelon with your feet resting on the soon-to-be nursing stool. Works for me. :)
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