Oh slightly less pregnant Laura – why didn’t you bite your tongue? Instead, now you’re chomping on foot. And trust me, that’s not easy while being 39 weeks pregnant.
Does anyone remember when I was so proud of myself for not having stretch marks? I was so sure that I was going to avoid this fun little pregnancy symptom. And then I found a few… but just a couple. They were little and tiny, and they just sat on my hips, barely noticable. I was okay with these stretch marks. They were badges of honour. Plus they were so small.
And then, God realized I needed to learn some humility. The itty bitty little stretch mark started to grow and spread. They filled my hips, and continued to take over my thighs and my bum. And then, they attacked my belly. There is no better word to use but attack. Within the last month, my belly exploded with bright red, itchy and inflamed lines bursting out from my belly button and not stopping. In all honesty, its not how my belly currently looks that bugs me. It is how uncomfortable it is. The pain is just about as unbearable as the itchiness. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to satisfy either of these. I itch, and then pain gets worse. (I might take a picture of the awful stretch marks and upload it later)
All this being said, I am still pretty proud of my belly and my body. Sure, it hasn’t been an easy ride, but I have managed to create, grow, and sustain a baby in this body of mine for the last nine months. And because of this, even with the horrible, angry stretch marks, I still love my pregnant body. When I was nearly 34 weeks pregnant, Dan took some maternity pictures of me. You can see them all here.
