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As a child, my mom always slathered me with Coppertone SPF 30, and as I grew up through my high school and college years, my SPF went down. Now that I’m supposedly an adult (and especially as a mom), I’m very conscious about my skin health. Gone are the days of SPF 5 Australian Gold Tanning Oil and in are the days of daily sunscreen on my face and checking labels.
Though I won’t deny I’ll miss the beautiful bronzed look I could easily achieve and the coconut scented banana infused concoction that left a sparkle behind after greasing my body, I have larger concerns to protect myself and my family.
Consult these important guidelines from the American Skin Cancer Society before heading to the park, pool, vacation, or even out on a walk or picnic.
You did it- you created this perfect little bundle of joy. You grew a person in your body and now she’s here! When you’re pregnant, you’re able to keep your baby safe and close to you, only dealing with the physical discomforts the baby brings you. Now that your baby is out in the open world, you have millions of things to consider to make him happy and safe.
When I was pregnant, I read every new parent/new baby book I could get my hands on (which I don’t suggest – see 9 Tips for 9 Months), but nowhere in those books did it tell me the terrors of changing a newborn or poop explosions. I heard stories from my aunts and uncles of poop that went from the baby’s legs up to their necks. What?! I didn’t get it–what the heck were diapers for then? It didn’t matter because I certainly knew that wasn’t going to happen to my baby.
If you’re one of the lucky women to benefit from the 50% extra blood flow that actually enhances your pregnant body, giving you that beautiful ‘glow’ you always hear about, I am extremely jealous of you. Also, congrats! Each week, I keep waiting for my pale skin that continues to get sprinkled with breakouts to perk up and start giving me that gorgeous, luminous, dewy radiance that I’ve seen and read about in so many other women.
Unfortunately, at 37 weeks, the combination of continued nausea and vomiting throughout each trimester, insomnia, and debilitating pelvic girdle pain and sciatica has only further dulled my pallor. Even though I constantly feel like I’ve been hit by a train, I still love being pregnant and don’t want to: A. scare people with my sallow appearance and B. miss out on that classic womanly glowing sensation.