Well I knew they were coming, I thought I had fully prepared myself for it and yet when I happened to spy my first stretch marks in the mirror this morning I was devastated!!
They are only small, probably only 1cm long at the moment and there is two of them. They are an inch either side of my belly button and the untrained eye (my partner) would probably pass them off as a crease mark from clothing, but that's not what they are.
Being 35wks pregnant I'm not exactly small and I should count myself lucky that I've got them them this late but there was a tiny little part of me that was hoping to avoid them altogether. Naive I know, especially since I got loads during puberty and my Mum got a lot during all of her pregnancies so it was destined to happen.
Doesn't explain why I feel so crappy about it though. I know I'll come to terms with them gradually and will hopefully get to the stage where I can wear my tiger stripes with pride but for now I shall continue to feel a bit emotional and somewhat overwhelmed by all of the changes my body has gone through.
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