1. my skin is a one-man houdini act.
before pregnancy, i had pretty normal skin. i got the occasional break out here and there, but nothing too serious (ok, that's a lie: i'd freak out over one measly zit). fast forward to 6 months ago, all of that went out the window. every morning i wake up and there's a new cyst growing on my face...in crevices i didn't even know existed! right when i think my skin has cleared up BAM! zit on the bottom of my chin, or in my ear, or on the back of my NECK. i once went out for an hour, ONE HOUR, and came back with a triad of pimples on my hairline. it's gotten to the point where i wake up, look in the mirror, sob for 5 minutes, then carefully wipe my tears away with a sterilized cloth so i don't infect my face even more.
2. i don't let the little things slide anymore.
-guys who wear "TAP OUT" shirts
-restaurants being out of my favorite foods/drinks (read: why i should never be left alone on halloween night EVER again)
-flagrant spelling errors on facebook/twitter/blogs, etc.
-and flyers in my mailbox
3. everyone, EVERYONE, has an opinion.
a couple months ago, i ate a deli ham sandwich in front of a few of my coworkers (who are also pregnant). i sort of forgot that deli meat was on the no-no list (unless cooked for a few minutes) but before i knew what was happening i was getting a lecture on how irresponsible i was being...and that i was harming my unborn child!
for the record, i have given up caffeine completely. i haven't smoked any cigarettes, marijuana, or even those candy pop-eye sticks. i haven't had one drop of alcohol, and i'm taking the appropriate prenatal vitamins...and some. and i eat. A LOT, which i think is the most important thing you can do for your baby. if eating the wrong kind of sandwich ONCE is the worst thing i've done, then i think i'm ahead of this game compared to a lot of other expectant mothers out there.
4. only i'm allowed to say my face has gotten fat!
seriously though- the last thing you want to hear when you're pregnant is "your face has kind of filled out, eh." of course it has...i'm eating for two (but really three or four because i have no self control). self esteem during pregnancy is pretty much nonexistent, and even if you are secretly thinking and smiling over how fat i look and it's the elephant in the room, keep it to yourself. and when i comment on how fat my face is now, you kindly respond, "what? you cray-cray girfraaaan! no it isn't...you look great!"
with those words exactly...thems are the rules.
5. i've become a food critic.
since every day is pretty much a buffet for me as of late, i have become somewhat of a food snob. we'll go to a restaurant and i'll either absolutely LOVE what i ordered or LOATHE it entirely, and most of the time i'm hard to please. the tomato soup at earl's? too bland. the revamped menu at milestone's? boooring.
if it 'aint greasy, creamy, and over 1000 calories then i want nothing to do with it.
6. wearing sweat pants two days in a row outside of the house is completely acceptable.
...and you if say otherwise you're in the dog house for the night (just ask ben).