Some women are happy in oversized shirts and no make-up but not me.
Okay, let me just say this.
I hated being pregnant.
I hated it. I felt fat (and not just belly bump fat, legitimately I-think-I-am-the-size-of-a-whale fat). I felt bloated and my skin broke out massively.
I just didn’t enjoy it.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved that I was growing a baby inside me, but the physical transformation I just didn’t enjoy.
So when the birth was approaching I was thinking about two things:
- I want this baby out and,
- I want to look good.
Yes it was vain, whatever, I didn’t care. I had felt like absolute crap for almost 9 months. When this ginormous buddle of joy finally popped out I wanted to look half decent.
I think the whole thing started when my friend, who recently had a baby, confided in me that she hated her birth photos.
“But it’s a beautiful moment, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Sure, if blood stain clothes, no make-up and 36 hours without sleep sound beautiful to you. Then, yes, it’s beautiful.”
She went on to explain her angst.
“I hate the photos. I look like crap. I hadn’t dyed my hair in months, I had no make-up on and I was wearing a shirt 5 sizes too big for me.”
I get that you aren’t going to look like a super model right after birth but I thought to myself, is there any harm in helping the process? So I decided I’d primp and prime myself for the big day.
First things first. I booked a hair appointment.
And not just dealing with the hair on my head either.
No way was I having the baby without a fresh wax down there. The doctor does NOT need to see that.
I didn’t want to go overboard but I made sure I picked out a nice lip gloss and my favourite concealer to apply before the post birth shots. Even if I did have to endure the 36 hour labour like my friend, I could at least use make up to hide the bags under my eyes.