well! when I thought 'triage' I was imagining small boys getting stitches and suchlike. Oh no! this was a maternity triage.
So there am I with 10 week baby bloat, across from me is a proper lady in for her 20 week scan, another one for a 38 week check-up and one with an actual baby. In the room next to us there was one of two possibilities of what was happening:
a) a woman was giving birth
b) a really, rely energetic game of twister.
Lady with actual baby reckoned it was option a and I think she was the expert.
I sat there for ages listening to people talking about a 'huge haemorrhage' and how bonkers things were. Felt like a total imposter.
shellybobs I second the pregnancy oil slick. I am zitty and slimy. That coupled with the pregnancy thighs (that is a thing, isn't it?) and people are looking at me obviously thinking "blimey, she didn't wait long after the wedding to let herself go"