I was simply going to get my eyebrows done. But as I was waiting there in the lobby I started thinking....
I mean, I'm no Teen Wolf or anything, but for some reason when I'm pregnant I feel...well, hairy.
I would look in the mirror and gasp at the sides of my face. Peach fuzz everywhere! Then I would look at my neck. Gasp! More peach fuzz!
When it was my turn to get waxed I sat down--unsure if I wanted the whole face done or just my eyebrows.
But as soon as she asked me? I blurted out--I want it all off!
What the --?! It's like my mouth had a brain of it's own!
And then she started...
Holy. crap. It hurt so bad! I've never had my lip done before. I would always get offended when they ask you if you want your "moustache" done. But since I requested the whole face they did it.
I had tears in my eyes. That was the worst part for me.
After she was done I thought, well, that wasn't so bad. Shoot, I'd probably get it done again!
That's what I thought until I woke up this past Friday morning.
I remember scratching my face in my sleep. I didn't think a thing of it.
Until I woke up and saw the left side of my face...
I have never broken out like this. Ever.
I feel like a teenage boy working at a fast food joint. It's that bad!
Leo thinks it's funny--he couldn't believe that I had my face waxed at all. So now?
Of course he thinks he was right all along...that I never should have done it in the first place.
I agree...but eek! I hope this clears up before Madelyn is born!! I don't want her first pictures to be of me with half of my face broken out!!
I guess I could request pictures on the right side. Or use makeup to cover it up...which will only clog my pores more.
I guess I'll have to learn to love my peach fuzz after all...because I am never getting my face waxed again.
Well, except for my eyebrows...