The stretch marks have landed.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think nothing of the tiny pink dots that have appeared on either side of my belly, but since this is my third pregnancy, I know what those seemingly innocent pink dots become: hot, red grooves running down my tummy, like the angry tears I’ve cried over their arrival.
Actually, I’m not too bothered by them. I endured stretch marks as a teenager on my hips when I went through puberty, and I’ve had them with both previous pregnancies, so I suppose I’ve somewhat resigned myself to their presence.
Sites like The Shape of a Mother have done so much to give women a realistic idea of what childbearing does to our bodies, and I don’t think there’s a mom out there who would trade her baby for her former abs of glory.
Did you get stretch marks with your pregnancy? Did you try to prevent them with creams and lotions and exercise, but they won out? Or do you have blessed genes that helped your body bounce back with nary a war wound?