I sat on the couch, scratching my belly, and noticed a little red mark. I shrieked, ran to the bedroom, and lifted my shirt in front of the full length mirror. In horror, I cried, "Ahhhhh....!!!! I have stretch marks!"
Then Bubba came running in after me, lifted his shirt up and stood in front of the mirror to stare at his belly.
I couldn't help but laugh. Immediately my perspective changed. I thought, I am getting another Bubba! How can I complain about stretch marks? These things are a badge of honor for carrying a child within my body and bringing life into the world. I should be proud of these "mommy badges". Now, now don't you worry, I won't be wearing bikinis and belly shirts any time soon (or ever for that matter) but I'm starting to finally become happy with my body. I've come to realize that it's not so much what my body looks like as it is what my body can do.
I'm happy baby has stayed in for this long. Thanks for all your prayers! In just 2 weeks, the doctor says we're pretty much in the safe zone, meaning I can resume all activity, including you-know-what. Although it's been kind of fun to just make out for the last month. It's kind of like we're dating again, and now we're just looking forward to the honeymoon. ;)