Skin-pocalypse: Defend Yourself Against a Tired, Dull, Exhausted Face

So, if you read my last post, you're well aware that I'm preggo. I'm 28 weeks at this point and my lungs and stomach are crushed so far up my torso, it's amazing I can eat or breathe.

Oh, the joys of pregnancy.

And along with the squashing of internal organs, the magical belly-button-disappearing act, odd weight gain, swollen digits, and an indescribable and vicious hunger for everything sweet, salty, carby, and comforting...along with all that magic, there's also my skin.



Aaaaaaand we're back!
Whoa...Guys...Guys, it's been almost a year since I've written anything. Also, happy 2016! A new year is upon us once again!