Half the pregnancy updates I read say the third trimester starts this week and the rest say next week… but let’s just ignore that last half and make me a happy girl — I’m in the third trimester! What’s jumping ahead a week going to hurt, right? Right.
Friends, this is a terribly sad day in the life of the girl you see above. That smile? It was forced and completely insincere. The apocalypse is upon us… I have my first stretch mark.
It’s actually really light and small, on my lower belly… BUT IT’S STILL THERE! And oh, how it taunts me.
The little devil reared it’s ugly, squiggly head last night. As soon as I noticed it, I let out a very loud and panicked “NOOOOOOOOO!” and ran straight to the bathroom cabinet where I kept the unused tube of stretch mark lotion. I was determined never to need it, but let me tell you something… I don’t care if it works or not, this stuff is my only hope. I slathered it on like nobody’s business, saying a silent prayer and shedding one, glistening tear while doing so, no less than 3 times today already.
I am so not the “embrace your beautiful new pregnant body because you’re creating a miracle” type. I loved my cute, flat stomach and will be mourning it’s death until the magic of breastfeeding and Pilates bring it back to me. Amen and amen.