Beauty and the Beast

Now, I already know that this post will sound very atypical of my way of thinking...but, it is the truth.

Have you ever heard of the old wives's tale about when your carrying a girl she "steals your looks?" Let me clarify...ever since about 6 weeks pregnant, I have had HORRIBLE acne spell ups. Almost as if I time traveled back to when I was 15. The acne is not just on my face, I get them on my chest, my back, my shoulders, and my neck. This is not like me at all; I never had acne anywhere! Just the occasional zit. As if the acne wasn't enough, I am starting to get the dreaded "waddle." Not the obvious "waddle" but the "50% waddle." My hair has a bad day almost everyday, and I am growing hair in all the wrong places (at the speed of light). The pregnancy "glow" has not graced its presence yet. In addition to all the above, my back is hurting, I am out of breath, and I have absolutely no balance anymore.

David is running and working out about the same as he always does. He is looking as good as ever. His skin is glowing, his belly is shrinking, his back is healthy, he has perfect balance, and only has hair where men usually have hair. Are you catching my drift here? David is the beauty and I am the beast. I do not mean this in anyway but hilariously, ridiculously comical. I would not trade being pregnant for any of the above because I am totally in love with the idea...but, granted, it would be nice to be the beauty again. If baby girl is "stealing my beauty," then I am expecting the most perfect, most beautiful, most graceful, most talented, and most amazing little girl.