During the first 3-4 months of my pregnancy, my skin underwent a massive outbreak. Pimples erupted all over my forehead! Arrrrghhhh! Hormones!! At the time, I looked as shitty as I felt. (Harhar. Morning sickness. *snorts* Go figure.) Maybe shittier even. T_T
But right after morning sickness ended, my skin just blossomed. I finally found that pregnancy glow every mother-to-be other than myself had raved about earlier. No moisturiser, no sunblock, no nothing and I still looked fabulous! (Or maybe it's true and how you look is a reflection of how you feel. And because I was feeling better, I looked better, too. Haha. Who knows!)
Unfortunately for me, those wonderful "good skin" days didn't last forever. My face went halfway to hell after I gave birth. No, it's not pimply like it was during my first trimester. Instead, it feels dry, parched and flakey. Haih! Hot mama? Oh, what a dream that is now. A dream that isn't coming true anytime soon considering how I look today. You know, I'm secretly glad babies are said to have blurry vision. Or else I would probably have freaked my son out, too. -_-'''
So... desperate, I snuck in a quickie mask after my bath last night. Tried the Primrose Facial Cleansing Masque from the Aesop gift pack I received a couple of weeks ago and felt a million times better after. Didn't look the way I felt this time though. Somehow, my skin turned red. Like, DRUNK red. @_@
Red-faced after my quickie masque.
I didn't even leave the masque on for very long. (Of course not. You think I have all night to pamper myself nowadays?? I skipped my conditioner for this okayyy!) Just long enough for the clay masque to dry under the fan. So I wonder what happened there. Hmmm. But worth it la. Look like lobster for awhile also ok. Cos my pores looked less clogged and I felt all sorts of awesome. Haha. Too bad The Husband didn't feel the same way about it. :-/
The Husband: *takes one look at me, turns to my son and says to him* AIYO! Why Mummy's face so red?? What is Mummy doing, Papa also dunno. *shakes head*
Pfft. Men. Some things, they'll never understand.