I feel like a horrible person that in the midst of this wonderful thing, I'm being completely vain. It upsets me that I'm upset by my stretchmarks.
But it IS frustrating to see purple and red trenches scarring your body, regardless of the reason behind it.
The rational portion of my brain knows they will fade over time, but that skin will never repair itself completely. I know because I have decade-old stretchmarks around my thighs after puberty hormones decided to give me curves practically overnight.
And there's nothing I can do about it. No amount of lotions or oils or creams will prevent them. Believe me, I've tried. I've spent a small fortune on topical anti-stretchmark treatments only to end up discouraged and frustrated as they've gotten worse and worse with each passing week -- even if I liberally rub in four applications a day.
Clinically proven to prevent them my growing ass.
Some days it doesn't bother me as much as others. It's just hard knowing that I might have another month or so to go. Besides the obvious work of carrying around a human being in my belly for that much longer, who knows how bad my skin will get?
I'm sure it will all seem trivial in a few weeks, but right now it's just one more thing weighing heavily on my ability to stay positive. Mostly I'm just ready to start the next chapter in my life.