Taken for Granted

As I enter my last month of pregnancy, I realize more and more that I take many things for granted. Mostly, my hygiene.

I really never thought that shaving legs and clipping toe nails would be huge difficulties in my pregnancy. I knew that sleep would be difficult and aches and cramps would be common. I braced myself for soreness and stretch marks. But who knew I would have to rely on my husband for shaving, clippings, and tying my shoes? Crocs have been my best friend, but now that the temp is dropping, I don't know if I can go without socks too much longer.

I no longer care too much about personal appearance. My hair goes into a wet ponytail every day. I wear teal Crocs with every outfit. I don't wash my face. I don't put on makeup. At least I used to wear mascara and lip gloss! My clothes don't match consistantly either.

I guess pregnancy takes it out of you. It's not until I saw Kristy post-baby and dressed up for an engagement dinner that I realized how crappy I look. Her hair was cut, colored, and straight. Her makeup looked awesome. And she wore the cutest sweater and button up shirt. I forgot what layering for looks was like. She looked great! It really made me want to have the energy to make myself look nice. I forgot that I stopped trying.

Anyway, poor Cory has to take over where I cannot. Not only cleaning the house, but keeping me trim as well. I won't take shaving my legs for granted for a while after I am able to again.