Bigger is Better

I've noticed a direct correlation between how big I get and how many compliments I get. It's like temporarily being in one of those cultures that worships fat people and I won't lie, it's kind of amazing.

I think it's also because some people know how much you really need it, even if you're not sure you do. Yesterday was a tough day. It was crappy outside and the high barometric pressure was making me achy everywhere. In an effort to make myself feel better, I made an appointment for a much overdue bikini wax and was oddly excited about it. I know it hurts and will hurt more because I'm pregnant, but I just needed to feel like I was taking care of myself aesthetically. Well I got to my appointment a few minutes early to check in and was told that they would not be able to wax me because I'm pregnant. I'll pause for you to be as shocked as I was.

She kept uncomfortably rambling on about insurance policies and fines and something about not being able to really do anything to me and then offered to trim me up if I wanted to which I just said no thank you. I then left the salon to go lose it in my car. I don't know why I was so upset but I think after a few long days at work it was just the straw that broke the pregnant camels back.

Luckily after a few hours of a pity party I decided to call the salon I had gone to prior and they were totally ok with taking my hair and my money even though I'm with child. Thank the Lord for overpriced salons.