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On pregnancy and...Shopping


An honest shopping list for pregnant women
4,000 packets of Rennies
Those nose strips that stop you snoring (they don’t)
Lactulose (a laxative. Apols)
Gaviscon (gross – see previous post)
Liquid Silk (‘perineal massage’ is recommended from 36 weeks. Lol.)
Palmer’s ‘bump butter’ (repulsively named, I always think – reminds me of what you might do to prepare a turkey crown. Will it prevent stretch marks? I doubt it, but it smells nice)
Big maternity pads (this is for after, but I bought some to prepare by adding witch hazel and lavender oil. I then put them in the freezer. Big mistake. All frozen items taste like lavender. Had to jettison the ice cream.)
Any/all fancy toiletries (bathing is one of the few Truly Great Pleasures of pregnancy)
Things you do not need
Any form of muff maintenance equipment. You literally cannot see it.

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