Pregnancy. Some women love it, some hate it. I can't really say I was one of those women that loved it. As a matter of fact, I was one of those women that really just wanted to smack all the women who walked around talking about their "glow" and how they just loved it. Glow. I'll tell you what that glow was- sweat. This last time I was pregnant I would get so hot and sweaty I couldn't believe it (and I do not normally sweat much). I was glowing like a sumo wrestler chasing down the ice cream man on a hot summer day. Not a pretty picture.

Don't get me wrong. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing. The miracle of birth; the amazing capability of the human body to create life. It's just not fun when you are so naseaus for three months you can barely eat, then are so hungry that you are going to literally rip someone's head off because you need to eat RIGHT NOW! Not to mention the long list of other symptoms, all of which I seemed to be afflicted by. Here's a new one I didn't even know about. Belly hair. Yes. Belly hair. I mean sure I've got a little bit of soft, cute and light colored hair on my stomache. Barely noticable. After about the fifth month or so, it started to become apparent that my cute little belly hairs were becoming longer and darker. Talk about horrified. I was already feeling fat and bloated and getting the complexion of a teenager, so getting hairy too was yet another reason for my already out of control hormones to take another plunge into depression. And I soon came to realize it wasn't just my belly hair. I noticed my leg hair started to grow much faster also to the point where i would shave (that is while I still could) and within a few days I would look like I just came back from Woodstock. When you can barely reach your legs to shave and have to continue to let them grow into small forests, it doesn't do alot for your self esteem. So now I have that "special glow", I'm hairy and I can't lean over the counter to see in the mirror to put my make-up on. Maybe it's just me (and thousands of other women), but I this does not make for a happy time.