Well. I have stretch marks. WOO. Actually, I had quite a bit from my pregnancy with LilZ and I really don’t mind them at all. It’s funny, once they heal up, they are kinda pretty, in my eyes. They have a silverish tone that I think is just a shiney way of telling the world about my parenthood. I like them.
Now – I would have been happy to not have anyMORE though, that’s for sure. Oh well. You can’t gain this much weight and not get at least a few. At least they have good company.
One time (pre-MrZ) I was laying out by the pool, sort of flirting with some guy (shhh…I know!) and LilZ (who was 4 or 5 at the time) came out of the pool, came over to me, and started COUNTING my STRETCH MARKS. I was like, “Um..hee hee…how cute. But Momma would rather you NOT point those out, thanks!”
Kids. They make dating quite interesting.