Last night my husband and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. I was in my usual at-home get up: sweat pants and a tank top. The same thing I've always worn. The only difference is that the sweat pants are folded down under my belly, and the tank top covers about half of it. Nice visual, I know : ) So as we sat there, my husband points to my belly and says, "What's that?". I responded, "It's your baby, you fool!" But then he comes in closer to investigate and points to a specific spot on my belly. He says, "It's like a pinkish-red squiggle line." Because of the sheer size of my belly, I can't readily see all angles, so I waddle in front of the mirror to take a look. Lo and behold, I see it before my very own eyes -- a STRETCH MARK!! Bright pink, about an inch long and indented. So much for my daily lotion slather-fest... eek! I told my loving, supportive, honest husband that ignorance is bliss. Unless I point it out to him first, consider any random marks, hairs or other new developments on my body off limits for commentary. Sorry hun - only three months left! : )
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