Baby Hugbug is officially "Term". That, to those who may not know, means I have been cooking my baby for 37 weeks, of the expected 40 weeks. We have a baby who will be here this month- Happy June!
I'm currently at the point where I'm even beyond the yucky symptoms- I deal with the HG, the feeling like a beached whale, the headaches, etc. It feels like everyday stuff at this point. At least, that's what I thought- until the past week or so, when I noticed the lovely stretchmarks that have started to snake their way up my bump. At first, I was a bit mortified, and also kind of disgusted. I mean, it's these really odd purple-ish lines where there was once smooth, clear looking skin. I know, pregnancy means changes, I knew that when I "got into this".
So I've decided to embrace what I've now deemed to bremy baby's art. I only have a few- there's a little patch of tiny marks on the right, one longer line on the left, and the funny 'X' through my old belly ring spot. So this is my Baby's art. My little one is "marking" his/her Momma, leaving permanent "proof" that I grew this baby inside me for 9 months. All my little Hugbug's little dancing and snuggling, playing "fist bump" with Daddy, has lead to some little purple lines on the canvas of my body, showing that I was given a precious gift- the opportunity to grow life inside me.
I'm sure there will be days where I will be irritated by these lines on my body, when I want to wear a bikini without them being noticed, when I want Hubs to see me as I was when we were young, and newly in love. But I will try to remember that they are proof of a blessing, and proof that we have been blessed with giving life, life from the love that we share.
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