I’m 26 years old… I thought I was done with acne.
During my adolescent years I was blessed with very clear skin. Sure, I got a pimple here and there, but nothing major. The last few months, however, have brought more blemishes than all of my middle school years combined. I’m guessing that it’s a result of the hormone roller coaster I’ve been on — on birth control, off birth control, on Provera (see?!), off Provera, etc. Unfortunately for me (and my husband, who has to look at me every day), I’m wearing my hormonal imbalance on my face. And we’re not talking tiny little pink marks here, folks; we’re talking gigantic, painful, under-the-skin, emerging-like-a-volcano kinds of pimples. Totally gross and surprisingly uncomfortable. Currently I am rocking a hard, bright red, cyst-like mound on my chin, and I can feel a new one surfacing inside my nose. Seriously. Inside my nose.
Normally I would head to the dermatologist about now for a prescription to tame these beasts. But, as I’m getting closer and closer to getting preggo (we hope!), I’m hesitant about pumping more chemicals into my body than I need to. So I guess I’ll just have to deal.
In other news, I FINALLY got the insurance company squared away, and my Clomid is en route to me right now. As soon as it arrives, we can get going! Maybe that will make me forget the little red volcanoes on my face…