Pizza Face

My skin is awful. I have mentioned it here before, but it really and truly is just awful. Every time I look in the mirror, I want to cry because I look so bad.

I’m not being overly vain here and talking a spot on my forehead, chin, cheek and nose. I have got little painful red bumps EVERYWHERE. They are all across my forehead, on my eyebrows, smattered across my temples, and on my cheeks. I have some bumps on my nose. The only place that is safe from the breakout is my chin, for now.

I understand that this is hormonal and will pass, but it sure is making me feel terrible. I can hardly look in the mirror without crying. Last night after washing my face I just kept staring at the little red intruders; mocking me with their blazing, crimson heads. I am doing everything right; I wash twice a day wish a gentle, oil-free cleanser and follow with a simple oil-free Olay moisturizer. I even took the suggestion of one of my commenters and bought some witch hazel to use as an astringent. I began using it Saturday so we’ll see if it makes even a little bit of a difference.

I know I’m just being vain and that having broken-out skin isn’t the end of the world and is a sign that my hormones are properly functioning and that I have plenty of them. It’s just hard to look in the mirror and see such a horrible sight, and still feel OK about yourself. My husband assures me every day that I’m beautiful, which I’m grateful for but I sure do feel rotten about myself right now. For now I’m just trying to wash, stay hydrated and keep my hands off my face. Hopefully this, too, shall pass once the second trimester comes……

Family Dinners and The Start of a Tradition?

Last night we went over to my in-laws’ house. I am very, very blessed with amazing in-laws and my mother-in-law (MIL) has been nothing but amazing and sweet to me since the day Josh brought me home to meet his parents. Yes, I am aware of how lucky I am.

My MIL cooked one of her famous meals that is usually reserved for holidays; chicken and dressing, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, corn, cornbread. Now believe me when I say my MIL’s cooking is responsible for about half of my weight gain. Her food is amazing. I never, EVER liked dressing/stuffing until I tried hers. She cooks the chicken (or turkey) and dressing together and it’s moist and delicious. Her mac and cheese she makes from scratch; she uses big, round noodles and about 4 different types of cheese, and then SHE BAKES IT. Needless to say when she asked us over on Tuesday I almost hyperventilated I was so excited.

Josh’s brother, Steve, has a daughter from his first marriage and she’s 13. She usually comes and stays with my in-laws for a week in the summer and a week around Christmas. She was there, my sister-in-law and her son were there, my brother-in-law Tim was there and we were there. We all had a good time eating my MIL’s delicious food, and just cracking up and having fun. I love being around my husband’s family; they have a dynamic and a closeness that I just love. Anyway, after we were through eating and were sitting there miserable, my MIL comes in and says she has something for me. She’s holding this black jewelry box, and says that she was going through her jewelry (I don’t remember what for) and she came across this. She had completely forgotten that she had it. She opened it up, and it was a small gold necklace with a charm in the form of a crawling baby. She told me that she had worn it when she was pregnant with Josh, and wanted me to have it. I smiled, and took it of course and was extremely touched. It made me so happy that she gave it to me, and I’m wearing it now.

I got to thinking, if we have a son and he gets married, I’d like to give it to his wife when and if she gets pregnant. And if that doesn’t happen, perhaps I’ll give it to our daughter if we have one when she gets pregnant. I was just very touched by the gesture. She’s always been thoughtful like that to me.

Drawing ever-closer to the second trimester. I got to thinking this morning about how I can’t wait to feel the baby move. I wonder when it’ll happen…. I’m thinking that I’ve got a ways to go still since I have a retroverted uterus. We’ll just have to wait and see, and be patient.