Made in Richmond

Ok, I know I’m kind of beating a dead horse with the whole clear skin thing, but hey, at least it’s a break from all the OMG HAVE Y’ALL SEEN MAH CUTE BAY-BEE???

Ahem.

So, skin it is.

I did something great this week. After much hemming and hawing, last week I bit the bullet and made an appointment with a dermatologist. By some miracle, even though I called on Tuesday, I manged to get to see someone today. See? Baby Jesus wants me to be pretty.

My reasoning behind this was “Hey, at some point I learned to stop coloring my own hair* and turn to a professional. My skin deserves the same treatment.” Plus we invest so much damn money to put healthy stuff *in* our bodies, I might as well take a similar approach to what I put *on* mine.

I went in with low expectations. I don’t have horrendous skin by any means and I was half expecting her to send me off with some product recommendations and her best wishes. My goal was to get some advice, a few dos and don’ts, that was about it.

Guys, this was one of the best doctors appointments I’ve ever had. There was no rushing; we had a conversation. I talked about how I feel like I’m in a completely different body since having JR and I just don’t know what to do with myself, physically. She looked me over carefully, discussed several options, and made her recommendations, complete with step-by-step instructions on how to care for my skin and what products to use.

So, here’s what we’re doing, in case you’re interested:

1. Cleanse with Cetaphil cleanser (my old friend).
2. Apply mild prescription topical treatment (generic form of Klaron) once a day. Increase to two times a day if my skin does well with it.
3. Follow up with Cetaphil moisturizer.
4. Become a glowing, dewy princess.

(I added that last part based on extrapolation of data.)

There is a slight chance that things could get somewhat worse before they get better, but that’s pretty commonplace. I’m excited.

And don’t think I won’t be giving you regular updates on this. THE PUBLIC NEEDS TO KNOW.

*Not that I do this anymore. I can’t diaper my child with cute highlights. Dammit.