don't tell, but...

Ok, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Now, I'm not happy about it, but I have to tell someone, so if you've been a loyal blog reader for this long (I have been pregnant for 33 weeks, so it's been awhile...), then you deserve to know my secret. Also, if you have kids I think you'll understand, and if you don't have them (or don't have them yet) than it's only fair of me to tell you about this little 'secret.'

What is my secret, you're wondering? Ok, here it goes - I have stretch marks. I didn't get them when I was pregnant with Mackenzie, so I wasn't expecting them this time, either. Yesterday, after a week or so of an itchy belly, I noticed a few of the gross purplish looking lines on my belly. They're not huge, and there is only about three of them, but I hate them. There's nothing you can do about them, and I think they stay with you for life. Not like I was going to wear a bikini any time soon (or ever again, for that matter), but now I really can't! Not even after I have the baby and transform myself into what one of my friends likes to refer to as a 'hot mama.'

**sigh**

I guess I'll just call them a badge of honor and be able to sympathize with all of those moms who have gone before me and have the marks to prove it.