There I was, in the bathroom. Staring into the mirror and wondering if I was tipping the scales into crazy or if I was about to embark on a whole new level of awesome…
…with a lemon wedge in my hand.
The only one around was my giggling 6 year old, so I really had nothing to lose. My homemade deodorant and pregnancy hormones weren’t playing nice, and I had developed an itchy rash from using it.
After a day of cleaning and ‘glowing’, now was as good of a time as any.
I rubbed a lemon wedge on my underarms and waited for something to happen.