Eeeekers peepers, sorry I have been such a blog slug these past few…well months. I need to get my act together. My silly preggo updates are just a lame excuse to get a quick post up. But I promise things will get better. Soon will return the ridiculous blog posts that I sometimes muster to write. But to get things rolling, let’s start with nugget. He/she is apple-sized.
Mmm doesn’t that look delicious? I could totally gobble that apple up right now. In fact after this post I think I might go in search of an apple. That’s how I roll. So despite the fact that nugget is about 4 inches long from head to butt, I can’t find that little sucker. He/she is really good at hiding in what I thought wasn’t that big of a body cavity. Still can’t feel a darned thing. I have been spending time in the evenings laying flat on my back and poking around to see if I can feel any slight little….well anything. Nope. Nugget is probably pissed the hell off since the knowledgeable people write that when you push on your stomach the baby moves around even if you can’t feel it. I am sure I am going to pay for this one in a few months when he/she is kicking the shit out of my ribs. Whatevs, I deal with that when I get there.
Let’s talk body shop. Have you heard how pregnancy makes women’s skin just absolutely beautiful and radiant? Yeah I heard that shit too. Um where is my beautiful radiant skin? I am breaking out on my chin/jaw line area like a pubescent teen over here. I haven’t been doing anything different with my face. Just washing it with my mild all natural Burt’s Bees face wash. I tried masking this past weekend to see if that would help, nope, much worse the next day. Maybe should I not be washing it? Also thanks to the fact that I have been wearing a bra constantly (except to shower) I woke up today with a giant monster evil zit right on my bra line under my arm. Talk about an interesting situation. I thought I could ignore it and just do the switcheroo from sports bra to underwire, but then the elastic got all settled into place right on top of the zit. Fuckin’ owwww! So picture me turned sideways in the bathroom with my shirt pulled up, trying to secure my giant boob out of the way so I can see this big feller and try to get him to pop. Of course it was a boy zit. Anyway, I took care of him, but he wasn’t giving up easy.
So if any of you have any zit suggestions, dish ’em up. Alrighty well I’m gonna skeedaddle. Have to go off and think of a new post that is actually worthwhile.