Adios, pizza-face

I weaned Isaac sometime in May, and immediately upon doing so, my face broke out like I was 13. No matter what I did, or how often I cleaned my face and with this or that supposedly oil-stripping agent -- it was like I was doing nothing. I got preggers with the UB within the month, which only seemed to fuel my zit infestation. At first I thought it had to be all hormones, but surely even hormone-fueled pimply monstrosities could be tamed by regular scouring? The answer, my friends, was no. So I persisted, even through my dissertation defense, looking like a scrubby teenager. This was highly depressing, mainly because I'm not able to finish a conversation with my husband without his gaze drifting to my forehead -- "Can I pick that one?"

Today I woke up and looked in the mirror, and suddenly all my zits are disappearing, conveniently with the onset of my second trimester and a subsequent taming of the hormonal onslaught. Finally, time to look like a serene and glowing 26-year-old expectant mother instead of a pudgy, pimply-faced high-schooler.