Monday, March 14, 2011
I am frankly shocked my stomach isn't completely riddled with strech marks. When I wake up, it's fine, but by the end of the day it feels so full and stretched out...particularly after eating or drinking...and so itchy that I feel like my uterus is going to pop right through my skin. I know it's all genetics, but I have no idea whether my mom had them or not. I don't THINK so, but I can't remember ever seeing her stomach, so I might be wrong - she might be rocking tiger stripes all over the place (WINNING!) (that isn't going to make sense to anyone in a year if someone comes back and reads this, including to me. Note to future self: Charlie Sheen meltdown reference.). Despite the fact that I know it does nothing, I've been slathering The Belly in creams and oils, which at least relieves the itching. I realize I'm just 23 weeks, at which point plenty of people aren't even showing yet, and I still have to fit a watermelon in there, but I can't even fathom at this point getting bigger. I mean, I can SIZE wise - I can totally picture a huge belly - but not in terms of the stretching/fitting/itching. I also am not counting my blessings yet - I know you can go your entire pregnancy with zero stretch marks and then poof! the Stretch Mark Fairy shows up at week 39 and you're screwed. And honestly, if that happens, whatever. At least they're something to remember my pregnancy by, which is more than I have for my last one. So I'll cherish them. NOT THAT I'M INVITING YOU IN, STRETCY MCSTRETCHERSON...I'm just saying I won't take out a bounty on your head should you arrive.