I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Not a Girly Girl
I’m not a girly girl. I don’t style my hair, I don’t paint my nails, I don’t wear make up or jewelry. That is, until I’m pregnant.
With every pregnancy so far as soon as I hit the half way mark I’m suddenly overtaken by a need to doll up. I’m painting my nails, fixing my hair, slathering creams and gels all over my face, pulling out the neglected make up case from the back of the cabinet. Suddenly I’m primping myself up for nothing more than a day of playing blocks and coloring pictures with the kids. Now that I’m sitting at roughly 18 weeks the pattern has held true.
It’s an odd hormonal shift, the sudden increase in need to primp and polish myself. Dearest gets a laugh out of it, watching the normally anti-make up woman spend five minutes debating which lipstick to wear today. Why I go through this every time I’m not sure. Something clicks in my brain and I spend the last half of my pregnancy fussing over my hair, painting my nails, and refusing to leave the house without something applied to my face. It’s an obsession I can’t break.
Image source – Valentina Jori
And friends, let me tell you that she looks disgustingly HOT for a friggin pregnant woman!
It’s just not right.
She takes the second trimester glow to a whole new level.
I hate her.
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Ha! I assure you that any hotness is pure illusion. I did hang out with theater geeks in college, I could make anyone look hot with the right sweeps of color.
awwww!! A girly girl when pregnant? That’s a new one for me. Yay.
Aren’t hormones interesting!