This week's crazy. BUT I'm in that beautiful bubble known as the second trimester where I'm no longer throwing up into shopping bags (ala an unfortunate incident at this year's White Elephant Sale), I have tons more energy, and I again care about how I look when I leave the house. Not that it matters because I mostly leave the house in head to toe black as it's our dress code for school. I don't mind black, but if you only knew how many candy-colored dresses are sitting neglected in my closet, you'd realize how sad it actually is. Normally I cope by dousing the hair in bleach and Day-Glo shades of fun, but that's not really an option right now. I blame the fetus.
Belly's pretty pronounced now. No mistaking it. A classmate told me last night she'd never seen me look so natural. I probably subconsciously gave her the stink-eye, sorry about that. Another girl told me she liked my highlights. (I don't have highlights, I've just been spending too much time in the sun without a hat. Also, the abundance of hormones mean that hair color won't stick so well. Had the same problem when I was pregnant with the other two.) I don't feel like I look at all like myself, and it's a little uncomfortable, but I'm trying to make the best of it by trying out some new makeup looks.
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