Before getting pregnant, I hated the thought of getting stretch marks, I already had a few from puberty, but they were light enough that they didn’t bother me. I think pregnancy stretch marks worried me because they get so dark.
Fast forward to yesterday. I stood in front of the mirror observing my naked pregnant body in awe of what God has created it to do, and I noticed a few new stretch marks very low on my tummy (below the bump). The side stretch marks that I already had are darkening and becoming more pronounced. I looked at them and felt nothing but pride.
They are the marks of love, of hard work, of new life. They mark the end of a beautiful chapter and the beginning of a new adventure. They are like tiger stripes that I’ve earned with aches, pains, emotional ups and downs, nausea, and more sleep than I ever thought I needed. I told my husband how much I liked them, and he smiled (and, oh, how his smile can melt my heart still). He likes them too.