30. Operation: Feel Pretty

Ha. Anyone who knows me well enough probably saw that last post and went, “Sure, Edi, tell us another one.” Ah, they truly know me and my tendency to over extend myself. Good news: the semester is over! I now have approximately two months until Beatle arrives and I’m going to use this time to do fun things like reading and crafting and deep cleaning the house. Okay, that last one isn’t necessarily “fun” but when you’ve been carrying around the guilt of not being about to do the chores you want to because of other commitments even house cleaning can look appealing. I have a list of goals in my head and I’m going to eventually write a post about each one. Today, we’re going to get my mojo back.

I don’t know who these women are that find pregnancy exhilarating, but I image they’re the same ones that go running on the beach in white pants during Tampax commercials at other non-pregnant times of their lives. I, for one, am exhausted, cranky, stinky, and I look something akin to Gollum most days. Pregnancy glow, my ass.

As you can imagine, this has dealt a healthy blow to my self esteem (as well as pregnancy hormones doing their part, of course). Now that I’m out of the second trimester and almost half the way through the third, I’m going to try to start doing things that will combat the little voice in the back of my head every time I struggle with what clothing to wear in order to cover my ever expanding waistline.

Things that I want to get back in the habit of doing:

  1. Putting in my contacts and putting on make-up every (work) day: I’m definitely still pregnancy exhausted but not nearly the same way I was even a month ago.  I need to get back in the habit of actually spending time on my face and hair because they are habits that make me feel good and that I genuinely enjoy doing. Well, I genuinely enjoy playing with make up… doing my hair is another story. Thankfully, I have the best hair stylist in the entire world who uses her magical powers to provide me with the perfect wash and go hair style. In any case, I always feel better when both parts have been taken care of instead of just waking up with enough time to wipe the crusties from my eyes and run a brush through my hair before throwing it into a sloppy ponytail.
  2. Doing my nails (or getting them done): Granted, every single day increases the struggle to reach my toenails, but I’ve already recruited the Mister to paint them for me as long as I do the prep work. Also, daily prenatals have given me fingernails that grow alarmingly fast and I haven’t even remotely taken advantage of them! For shame!
  3. Wearing clothes that are comfortable and stylish: I won’t lie to you, I’ve embraced leggings in a way that I did not know was possible for a fat girl. Mister picks on me because he says they aren’t real pants and I just tell him to hush because no real pants fit over his unborn child that is currently residing in my belly. Leggings can be cute, though, and I’ve been trying to make sure I wear things that make me feel better about my ever-expanding waistline. Also, maxi dresses from Old Navy are my new favorite thing. I’m considering trying some maxi dresses from Lane Bryant so that I can have a few newer outfits to transition me into post-partum land. I’ll try to put together a whole new post on pregnancy plus-size fashion alone.
  4. Take time to do stupid beauty rituals: Between the dry desert air of Texas and the skin-drying effects of pregnancy, my hands look like I’ve gone 10 rounds in the ring with Dempsey. (My Grandmother would appreciate this reference and use it as a jumping point for a story about my Great Grandpa, the boxer.) I need to get back into the habit of doing those stupid beauty rituals (like using Mary Kay Satin Hands) that take extra time but offer a chance for some extra pampering. I know that I will have zilch time for these things once Beatle comes so I need to take advantage of them now. Especially now that the semester is over and I have normal human amounts of free time again.

I think four goals are ambitious enough. I’ll try to remember to post pictures of Mister’s paint job on my tootsies. It will probably look 1000 times better than the job I do, as with most things he does. (Not laundry though, I definitely kick his butt in the laundry department.)

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27. Finally, a good hair day.

So when I first moved down here I decided that I couldn’t face the emotional trauma of a bad haircut. Normally I’m not that picky about getting a haircut because a lot of times my nonchalance has worked out for the best. However, being that I was feeling so raw emotionally after moving 1200 miles away from everything I had ever known I didn’t think I could take a repeat of the Florence Henderson Incident of 2008.

This was a very painful time in my life that consisted of a constant ponytail for about 4 months.

So I’ve found a wonderful hair stylist (at a salon with a very impressive website) that is a magician and somehow gets my hair to behave. She’s wonderful, we have great conversations (without any of the awkward silence), and she’s offered to do some volunteer work for the organization I work for. What more could I want? Well, it would be great if she could move into my apartment and style my hair everyday because I am like a monkey with a coconut when it comes to doing my own hair.

Thankfully, my good friend Miss Lyon started talking about argan oil on her blog. I bought the Organix brand of oil and the cream and started using it. My hair didn’t like the oil as much (it just got really static-y but very smooth) but I had a lot better results with the creme. So, enveloped in the high of having relatively well-behaved hair, I purchased the argan shampoo and conditioner.

You might not be able to hear it from here, but whenever you open these bottles a chorus of angels sing.

So now, thanks to wonderful hair products and the best hair-cuttin’ cowgirl I’ve ever met, my morning routine has been cut in half. Instead of spending 20-25 minutes every morning blow drying and straightening and fussing over my hair, I pop out of the shower and let it air dry while I poop the dog and drive to work. Volia! Stress-free hair!

I guess that’s one thing I can cross off the bucket list.

15. Too poor to buy what I already have in my pantry

This winter has not been kind to my skin. I blame the whipping winds, the vast amount of yarn that I handle these days and the fact that nine times out of ten the water in my tap comes out scalding hot. (The hot water, while horrible for skin’s moisture retention, is nice when you’re taking a shower to thaw yourself, though.)

A while ago a blog that I read compiled a list of reader submitted homemade skin care recipes. I have always loved sugar scrubs but I have stopped buy them in recent years because a.) I’m poor and b.) I hate buying something that I feel like I could make myself. One of the recipes caught my eyes so I’ve decided to test it out.

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