I had previously asked my mom if she got stretch marks when she was pregnant and she said she didn't, so I was hoping (oh so very much) that I, too, would be spared stretch marks. Last night, however, I noticed some stretch marks on the underside of my belly. Annnnndddddd . . . let the crying commence. Just kidding. But not really. The saying "no use crying over spilled milk" comes to mind, doesn't it?
I put some lotion on my belly before I went to bed, then again this morning before I went to work. Not that lotion really does a whole lot of good, except maybe improve the appearance. Sigh. Not that I'm saying all this isn't worth it, but the changes to my body are a tad shocking. Big belly! Waddling! Stretch marks! But on the upside . . . No scooping cat poop! Baby kicks! Baby!
