Lounging poolside in Nevada in the middle of the summer is a bit of a mixed blessing. On the one hand, there’s no shortage of cute waiters happy to bring me my fill of virgin Pina Coladas. On the other, it’s so oppressively hot that I fear the baby may be wilting.
Swimming is the only thing that helps, though stripping down to my bathing suit isn’t easy these days. I’m a bit bashful to begin with, so being grotesquely gravid to boot requires me to summon some serious courage. Happily, my tummy isn’t supposed to be flat for a change, so what the hell!
In this spirit of full disclosure, look at the little lovely I discovered on my side this morning while scrutinizing my form from all angles in the unforgiving fluorescence of our bathroom:
I don’t think it’s dirt.
Foolishly, I immediately googled "stretch marks" and "varicose veins" upon finding it, and now I fear I won’t be able to sleep tonight. With apologies and condolences to anyone who might be similarly afflicted, click here to see the most serious set of stretchies I found. There’s nothing you can do about these streaky demons, either – they simply just happen to some pregnant people.
All the horrible things pregnancy can do to one’s body has got me thinking a lot about Abby and Asher. I really do miss them, cute little buggers that they are. I hope Bubby’s been cleaning behind their ears.