Baby Z hijacked my face.

Let's again reiterate how much I love Little Baby Z.

HOWEVER.
Baby has stolen my smooth skin and replaced it with a Connect-the-Dots display of pimples not matched since my yearbook photo from freshman year of high school. That was more than 10 years ago, people!

In the first couple of weeks of pregnancy, I noticed an increase in pimples. Nothing major. Just a dot here, then a dot there a week later.

I had somehow tricked or lied to myself about how pregnant women get this beautiful glow, with radiant, CLEAR skin during their 9 months of baby-forming.
My books and sources online tell me for some women it's quite the opposite. Yes, I am of THAT lucky percentage. The ones who make a mad dash back to puberty, wondering if they'll have a date to the prom.

I've got a prom date for sure, but mostly because he's just stuck with me, even if I grow another eyeball or an extra limb at this point.

But I'm suffering in the self-esteem department.
My clothes don't fit and I've clearly "popped" or begun showing, but it's still too early that I'm not running around telling the world and I'm certainly not being asked by the fellas at work events and commissioners' meetings.

I can hide behind larger sweaters (which aren't as large anymore) but short of putting a paper bag over my head, I can not hide this pregnancy symptom.

My make-up routine, typically consisting of blush and mascara, now NEEDS concealer (more connect-the-dots) and foundation.

I can't change skin care products because several of them (take note, my one-day-you'll-be-pregnant friends) are no good for pregnant ladies due to the chemicals in them.

So I will smile, keep my hands off and my eyes away and will continue to remind myself that it is for the most amazing of rewards.
A reward that will have the smoothest, softest skin anywhere. :-)