That alone is enough to make me want to stay in the first trimester for the rest of my life. I mean, I can't remember the last time my skin looked this good. Maybe my second birthday.
Of course I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about here, but I chalk it up to the increased quantities of blood my body is circulating at any given time. That and the folic acid supplement I'm taking, which apparently helps create new cells. It's the only reasonable explanation I can come up with, anyway.
Since becoming a streamlined network of veins, I've noticed other things, too. My hair is growing like crazy. If I don't visit my stylist soon, I could play Cousin It in an "Adams Family" reunion special in, oh, a month. Two tops.
That said, my eyelashes have never looked better. Fuller. Longer. More fabulous. Granted, it also comes with faster-growing leg and armpit hair, but did I mention my eyelashes? They are totally worth the extra time with my razor.
My fingernails are a spectacle in themselves. For years and years, I paid a nail salon $45 every three weeks to give me the look of the nails I have now. For the first time in my life, all 10 are at a uniform length and strong enough to withstand slamming them in a door. I know because this happened recently and none of them broke. In fact, they get so long that I actually have to file them down.
Did you hear that world? I FILE MY NAILS BECAUSE THEY GET TOO LONG. Not because they get a tear or snag. Not because one breaks and I have to even it out. Because they're too long. I choose how I want them to look. I DECIDE. Not my nails. They do what I say. I'm the boss.
Again, this also comes with rapidly growing toenails. But did I mention my fingernails? Totally worth the extra time with the toenail clippers.
And if I get a cut, scrape or bruise? Psh. My body takes care of it in half the time it used to. It's almost as if I can will myself to heal. Like if I stare at the paper cut intensely, it just closes up.
So instead of people referring to me as "pregnant," I've decided I'd prefer to be called: Super Regeneration Woman.
It's so superhero-ey.
Now all I need is a cape.
And just for fun, I've added a baby development ticker on the bottom of my site. Not so in-your-face as the top of the page, but interesting if you're curious to know that the fetus is now the length of a small box of raisins. Okay, maybe you don't care. But the baby likes it. So it stays.