It has begun.
I look like a five year old has taken a magic marker to my stomach.
Trust me, I butter-up and I stay really hydrated. I take a big ole' glob of cocoa butter and rub myself down everyday and what do I get... STRETCH MARKS! Yes, stretch marks.
My skin is SO fair. Basically translucent. I was bound to get them.. and deep down inside I knew it. Was I in denial? Um, yes.
But that day when Andrew blurted out... "What is that?" I almost died. I was wishing for the rapture in that moment.
Now, I am a one-piece-bathing-suit-kind-of-a girl already... I have scars all over my belly from my appendix exploding when I was a freshman in college (which is a really funny story). But do you know what these nasty little lines represent? I'm about to be a Mom... and very soon. :)
PANIC ATTACK IS A COMIN!
As I laid there last night while watching two episodes of "I didn't know I was pregnant" (side note - how in the world do you NOT know that you are pregnant?), I saw my daughter take her feet/butt/or hands (really couldn't tell) and push as hard as she could on the left side of my body. She is really ready to be out of me. I have a bad habit of squishing her with my everyday movements. Please don't call child protective services on me!
All in all, I need to find a good stretch mark cream. There is no "solution" to stretch marks but I would love to hear your hidden secrets!
Stay tuned for vacation pictures :)