Like, not continuously, and not despite showering or anything. But what basically happens is if I perspire even a little -- and mind you, I'm pregnant, and it's summertime, and I have two words for you: maternity pants -- something bad happens.
It takes about an hour, but my sweat turns into something that smells like a cross between dirty feet and burning charcoal. And it's making. Me. Insane. Because I don't normally stink. And if I do, I don't smell myself. The fox doesn't smell its own hole, as my dad likes to say. But I smell it. Oh, brother, do I.
Really, I should be showering like three times a day to prevent this. But my current modus operandi is to just suffer through it until, by the end of the day, I am just straight up pissed off. It can pretty much ruin my mood.
This is one thing I never realized about pregnancy -- that you don't feel all beautiful and clean and lovely and like a glowing Earth Mother all the time. No. You feel like an oozing, overheated manatee. Who stinks, and probably has bacne.
Just tell me the B.O. goes away after the baby's born. Please.