Zit

And no, I'm not talking about the little 1 lb Zit that lives inside of me. I'm talking ZITS. I've never had a big problem with Zits until two things happened: 1. I was put on birth control pills where one of the side affects was bad acne (oh, lord was that an understatement), and 2. I got pregnant. I have no shame anymore with my zits; I'm zitty, I can't help it, I do what I can and usually end up with zit scars.

With the facial zits came the chest zits and the back zits and the neck zits and the upper back zits. I used to take my shirt off when my husband gave me back rubs (hey, I'm spoiled -- I know it), but since my back zits have gotten to be much worse, and my belly is getting bigger and bigger, I'm more self-conscious, and I just leave the xlarge t-shirt on when I get my back rubs.

This weekend, I sidled up to my husband, and he began to rub my upper back/shoulders. I just happen to have a rather large zit that will not go away on my left upper back, and he just happen to rub over it, then move his hand back and say, "What is that???!!!"

Now, my husband means well, and I know this, but he's been unknowingly hurting female feelings lately (he asked a girl at work if she had stayed out late the night before because she looked so tired, to which she responded, "No, I just didn't put make-up on this morning."), and this was definitely one of those times.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I said, "it's a zit! Okay!!!???"

He just laughed at me. He has a tendency to fixate on things like this -- either with himself or with me, and his hand kept migrating back to the same spot, and each time I would tell him to stop. He would laugh.

Yes, my gigantic zits are fun and games for others, oh yes. I can't wait to not be pregnant. I'm counting the days -- just so Zit will stop making me zitty.