I kinda wish I was cool enough to be in one of those “my name is _____ and I’m a mormon” commercials. I just don’t feel like I have anything special to share. I don’t play in a band. I don’t skateboard really well. I’m not a lawyer. Mine would go something like this. “My name is Courtney. I’m a wife. I’m trying to get pregnant. I have acne. And I’m a mormon.”
Well, maybe I wouldn’t say quite all those things…
But it brings me to my point. Yes, I’m a wife who’s trying to make a mini blake or Courtney. As wonderful as that is, it means I can no longer take my beloved acne drugs. (insert tears here). They have saved me for the past few years and now, I’m back to square one, as the drugs I was taking aren’t exactly “baby-friendly.” Luckily, I was able to go to the dermatologist today and he gave me something to help get my complexion at least a little better. Gosh, I love the medical field.