My pregnancy hormones have been a bit out of whack lately, as you know and as most of you can probably relate to. I cry at anything; when I’m happy, sad, or just need a good cry (which Tarzan absolutely does not understand!). I get pissed off at almost anything and take just about the majority of things the wrong way and completely out of context.
On top of crying and getting mad easily, I am also equally cheesy lately. I’m a complete sap and don’t know where that comes from either. This pregnancy stuff really messes with my hormones and makes me someone that I completely don’t recognize.
In addition to all of the various emotions running wild through me, I have a new “story” to share with you.
Today I was shopping for some maternity clothes and I stopped in Sephora. I love that store and it’s so fun to play with all the many products that are there. Well, let me rephrase… it used to be fun.
My plan was that I wanted to have a little makeover for my face. You know, new powder, eye makeup, lip gloss, etc. I was really excited about this… and I can’t stress that enough. As I was wondering through Sephora, a guy asked me if I needed help. He was awesome and we joked a lot about being pregnant and all the fun things that come with it.
We settled on some Stila products: a primer, moisturizer, and a powder and then we went to play. I had told him that my skin has been really sensitive and really weird since getting pregnant. My clear skin is no longer clear (even though he laughed at me when I told him that I self-diagnosed myself with acne, told me that I don’t have anything close to acne, and told me that I have porcelain skin). He said that I was being too harsh on myself and I quickly asked him if he wanted to be my new BFF.
As we were chit-chatting about being pregnant and him working on runway models, he was going to town with my makeover. Things were looking good and I was so excited about having new makeup. But that was short-lived. Very short-lived.
He asked if my skin was burning, to which I replied that it wasn’t. Then he told me to look in the mirror.
Oh holy hell, my nose and cheeks were totally red. Like a really bad crimson color. In patches on my cheeks.
This made him nervous. He told me that he has been doing this for over 10 years and that he has never had anything like this happen. He was at a lost for words and felt awful. Obviously, not his fault. Oh no, blame it on the pregnancy hormones.
He called over some other Sephora people to see if they knew what would have caused this kind of a reaction and I was on display, but not the kind of display that I would have liked. Oh no, not this time. I felt like a science project gone really wrong, but luckily I have a great sense of humor and I’m not so completely vain that I can’t handle a little redness. (OK, a lot of redness, but I was still a really good sport!)
From the past weeks I’ve learned that my skin has changed drastically since becoming pregnant, and sadly, not for the better. Now it’s this extremely sensitive, do one thing wrong, touch one too many times, or try out something new that is pretty mild and I get a rash. Or in this instance a “flare up”, as I like to call it.
Sephora sent me home with a bunch of sample products to try to help with the redness and they apologized profusely. One lady even said that her skin was similar to mine when she was pregnant. She had redness, some bumps, and just had to be really careful with what she put on her face. She told me that her OB recommended going sans makeup for a while during her pregnancy and that doing so helped.
Not what I wanted to hear.
Not that I’m this person who wears makeup on a daily basis, because let’s face it, I don’t even get out of my pj’s on a daily basis. But on the days when I’m going out in public and want to look pretty, I want to wear makeup. I’m also not the kind of girl that wears a ton of makeup when I put it on.
In fact, when my new BFF was showing me different products and pointed to the liquid makeup, I told him that it made me nervous. Perhaps it was that one girl in high school who wore this kind of makeup and it was extremely caked on her face, and she had that infamous makeup line on her jaw.
C’mon, you know just what I’m talking about!
Anyways, my shopping experience at Sephora did not end well. I walked in hoping to walk out of the store with new makeup and a good feeling, but sadly, I left empty-handed, complete with a “flare up”. No extra charge.
P.S. – Oh and since you are seeing this blog post, I’m sure you realize that our blog is not down and going through a change this weekend. The change will still happen and was cancelled at the last minute, so we are here this weekend. Happy reading!
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- 13 weeks pregnant: Maternity shopping and pimples
- 34 weeks pregnant: We took our first baby-related class