It just seems so unfair. I have stayed active, gained a reasonable and healthy amount of weight, and religiously slathered my belly with over-priced (and, apparently, under-effective) belly butter. And yet, here I am, my belly permanently branded by the marks of pregnancy.
Vik, bless his heart, tried to console me by telling me that they will be beautiful reminders of the fact that I have had a baby. Honestly, I would prefer a piece of jewelry.
You know what? Everyone is going to be so enthralled by your supremely adorable son that no one will even look at you[r stretchmarks]. So there. And really, the only person that will regularly see said stretchmarks also won’t care, and will love you regardless. And even the people that don’t regularly see them.
Love you!!!
I finally got some stretch marks, too. And now with every passing week they grow a little more. Grrrrr. I’m so close to the end; I, too, thought I’d make it without any. Oh well.
this post cracked me up–you’re cute even when you’re angry! and i totally agree re: jewelry. 🙂
hang in there! just a few more days, and we are all very excited to meet mr. duck and support you and vik as you officially become new parents!
this post is totally funny… i mean, im sure its not funny for you, but its definitely amusing to read. i felt the same way as you…it was about a week ago…i was 35 weeks or so, when i found 2 tiny stretch marks on one side low by my hip. i was pissed. i was like, “how dare you appear??” i guess its just one of those things we have to live with…and hope that it doesnt get worse! i am enjoying reading your blog 🙂
-marn