I swore I would never get to this point.
Tonight I went to grocery store for some serious necessities adorned in comfy gouchos and my husbands t-shirt.
I was passing by the milk and suddenly things were feeling a bit drafty. I ran my hand down my very pregnant belly and when I reached the bottom, to my horror and complete oblivion, my very pregnant belly was exposing itself...with out my permission.
How could I be so completely unaware of my own body?
I quickly tried to snuff out the situation and cover up but it was too late, I had been spotted.
Face-palm.
You see, I have stretch marks. I have one that I am particularly proud of. It resides directly above my belly button (if it can still be called that nowadays). It is an unmistakable lightening bolt. A few weeks ago I was thinking, "How could pregnancy get any cooler?" Then BAM...Harry Potter lightening bolt stretch mark on my tum.
After I procured all of the items on my list I went to the checkout and experienced my first REAL contraction. Dang. I had to completely stop walking and hold my shopping cart with a death grip.
Hold on baby girl...give your mama 2 more days.
I'm going to be a recluse and stay in til Tuesday, I can't be showing off my magical tummy marks anymore, I'm just not that girl.
