I thought I'd gotten away with it.
But I walked past the mirror this morning and there they were. Purple stretchmarks...
A few years back I tried the implanon, and within two months I'd gone from a trim 8 stone 2 to a podgy 10 stone 6. Cheers. Anyway, I lost the weight and gained a few stretchmarks over my love handles, which never really bothered me that much as they were silvery and faint.
These newbies are a whole different story. About five on each side appeared at about 28 weeks, but it's difficult for me to see that far round so I don't really pay much attention to them. But waddling into the bathroom today in my pajama top (which is now a crop top) I noticed they'd doubled! I've got two small scars beside my hipbone from an old piercing which have also turned into stretchmarks, and there are blurry patches through my tattoo. I'm not a happy Bear - I honestly thought I'd gotten away with it!!
Daddy Bear has always and will always tell me not to be so silly, that I'm beautiful and that stretchmarks are part and parcel of pregnancy, I'm just hoping they don't sprout up anywhere else!! I love my bump and don't want it covered in the dreaded stretchies.
Daddy Bear needs to bear in mind that I'm only young and want a future of holidays in bikinis!!
Baby Bear, what are you doing to mummy's tummy?!?!
Eagerly awaiting the arrival of our little Baby Bear
xxx
Showing posts with label third trimester. Show all posts
Showing posts with label third trimester. Show all posts
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Saturday, 29 January 2011
31+5
Despite the time of the day (or night), I love watching my belly roll and jiggle as Baby Bear wiggles about in there.
Now certain things that wake me up can put me in a foul mood
*Heartburn. Not a night goes by when i don't have to get up at least once to take Gaviscon
*Pelvic Pain. Recently diagnosed with SPD and sometimes the pain in my public bone from just rolling over is enough to take my breath away!
*Having to pee. I know this is pretty much just accepted with pregnancy but it just irritates me.
*Daddy Bear. Daddy Bear works nights and usually comes home at about 5-6am, gets into bed, spends 10 minutes puffing up his pillows and faffing about, before falling asleep, rolling onto my side of the bed and snoring in my ear.
*Snoring. Not Daddy Bear's, my OWN SNORING WAKES ME UP!! Seriously, since I hit my third trimester I snore like a trucker and actually wake myself up. Am terrified to fall asleep when anybody but Daddy Bear is around as it's horrendous.
This list isn't exhaustive, there are plenty more things that wake me up and put me in a bad mood, but these are the ones from last night, and every night for the last God knows how many weeks.
But the one thing I don't mind, is feeling tiny feet and hands trying to escape through my belly. It's an odd feeling, I feel the baby roll before a small area of tightness and touch my tummy to feel an egg-sized lump which moves around. You can play Whack-a-Mole with him/her, every time I feel a limb poke out you can tickle it, it disappears and reappears somewhere else. It's such a fun game but if I turn the light on to try and film it, our stubborn little baby hides!!
In fact, every time I get the camera out the baby refuses to move, but this morning, I lay down on my sofa, actually going back to sleep not film the bubba but I managed to get a shot!!
It's not as amazing as I've seen before, but I got it!
Lunch is calling me
Eagerly awaiting the arrival of our wiggly Baby Bear
xxx
Now certain things that wake me up can put me in a foul mood
*Heartburn. Not a night goes by when i don't have to get up at least once to take Gaviscon
*Pelvic Pain. Recently diagnosed with SPD and sometimes the pain in my public bone from just rolling over is enough to take my breath away!
*Having to pee. I know this is pretty much just accepted with pregnancy but it just irritates me.
*Daddy Bear. Daddy Bear works nights and usually comes home at about 5-6am, gets into bed, spends 10 minutes puffing up his pillows and faffing about, before falling asleep, rolling onto my side of the bed and snoring in my ear.
*Snoring. Not Daddy Bear's, my OWN SNORING WAKES ME UP!! Seriously, since I hit my third trimester I snore like a trucker and actually wake myself up. Am terrified to fall asleep when anybody but Daddy Bear is around as it's horrendous.
This list isn't exhaustive, there are plenty more things that wake me up and put me in a bad mood, but these are the ones from last night, and every night for the last God knows how many weeks.
But the one thing I don't mind, is feeling tiny feet and hands trying to escape through my belly. It's an odd feeling, I feel the baby roll before a small area of tightness and touch my tummy to feel an egg-sized lump which moves around. You can play Whack-a-Mole with him/her, every time I feel a limb poke out you can tickle it, it disappears and reappears somewhere else. It's such a fun game but if I turn the light on to try and film it, our stubborn little baby hides!!
In fact, every time I get the camera out the baby refuses to move, but this morning, I lay down on my sofa, actually going back to sleep not film the bubba but I managed to get a shot!!
It's not as amazing as I've seen before, but I got it!
Lunch is calling me
Eagerly awaiting the arrival of our wiggly Baby Bear
xxx
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