I’ve come to terms with my ever expanding butt and thighs and tummy whilst pregnant, but what I cannot abide — and what I was unprepared for — was the appearance of leg fat.  I know, I know, I’m not supposed to whine about this superficial stuff because it’s all for the greater good, it’s all to support the growing  baby inside me, blah, blah, blah but ye gods, is it hard to look down and see an added wedge of beef extending from my groin to my knees.

I guess this means no shorts or mini skirts for me this summer. Only maternity capris. How glamorous.