Mood:
chillin'Topic: Pregnancy
In the interest of finally putting my money where my mouth is, I give you: The Belly At The End of the Second Trimester, in order to prove once and for all that I do not have a single stretch mark to show for the three puppies I've already grunted out and the final puppy I'll be grunting out later this summer. The navel may be half-inverted and beak-shaped, the tattoo faded and stretched and barely visible, but of stretch marks there is not a one.
What good this does me, I am not altogether sure, and furthermore, I am far too sleepy to work it out -- it's not quite midnight on the West Coast and I was only startled awake by the transition from Matt kicking my belly from the outside to Julia kicking it from the inside. Perhaps that's how they communicate with each other? But earlier this evening (or does that count now as last evening?) I asked Ben to photograph my belly, to prove no stretch marks. And here is my proof. One doesn't need to have stretch marks to have babies, and one needn't be awake or coherent to blog, either, apparently. So it's back up to bed with my warm little Matt and my Julia-laden belly. Good night, kids, and easy on the kicking, please.
Posted by Gretchen
at 12:15 AM PDT
