Embracing the Stretch Marks ❤️❤️😘
So yes, my belly is generally pretty big for only approaching 29 weeks. If you knew
my boyfriend and Gabe's father, it's only expected I'm going to give birth to a half-Hispanic, miniature Hulk. But now that my skin is pushing the limits, I'm noticing some small stretch marks beginning to darken around my belly button. Up until now, I've only noticed stretch marks around my thighs and butt. But now little tiny parenthesis are beginning to wrap around my belly button. I assumed if this happened, I would freak out. But I took a long, hard look at my body in the mirror as I was undressing. I studied each and every stretch mark, each and every imperfection childbearing has brought along the way, and something clicked. These are NOT imperfections. These are NOT flaws. These are little markings from my baby boy. These are little "kisses" that my sweet son leaves me every time he moves or bounces around in my belly. These are proof that as he grew, I grew. No one will bear the same marks I will bear, because no one will have another Gabe. He is unique to me and I am unique to him. Just as unique as every single stretch mark that graces my skin. I will not be embarrassed and I will not be ashamed. I will wear these marks proudly, and every time I look at my son's face, I will remember the moments that I first fell in love with him. I will remember the moments when I felt him flutter inside my belly and the moments when my body was tired and exhausted as his body was nourished and continued to grow. Every time I look at myself in the mirror and see these stretch marks, I will be reminded of the role God trusted me with- the role of creating life and of giving life. There will not be a day that goes by that I will look at my body and not be moved to remember my son. I don't think of these markings as stretch marks, but as some of the sweetest memories I will ever experience in my entire life. My first baby. My first child. And the months that led up to the most precious gift I have ever and will ever receive ❤️
my boyfriend and Gabe's father, it's only expected I'm going to give birth to a half-Hispanic, miniature Hulk. But now that my skin is pushing the limits, I'm noticing some small stretch marks beginning to darken around my belly button. Up until now, I've only noticed stretch marks around my thighs and butt. But now little tiny parenthesis are beginning to wrap around my belly button. I assumed if this happened, I would freak out. But I took a long, hard look at my body in the mirror as I was undressing. I studied each and every stretch mark, each and every imperfection childbearing has brought along the way, and something clicked. These are NOT imperfections. These are NOT flaws. These are little markings from my baby boy. These are little "kisses" that my sweet son leaves me every time he moves or bounces around in my belly. These are proof that as he grew, I grew. No one will bear the same marks I will bear, because no one will have another Gabe. He is unique to me and I am unique to him. Just as unique as every single stretch mark that graces my skin. I will not be embarrassed and I will not be ashamed. I will wear these marks proudly, and every time I look at my son's face, I will remember the moments that I first fell in love with him. I will remember the moments when I felt him flutter inside my belly and the moments when my body was tired and exhausted as his body was nourished and continued to grow. Every time I look at myself in the mirror and see these stretch marks, I will be reminded of the role God trusted me with- the role of creating life and of giving life. There will not be a day that goes by that I will look at my body and not be moved to remember my son. I don't think of these markings as stretch marks, but as some of the sweetest memories I will ever experience in my entire life. My first baby. My first child. And the months that led up to the most precious gift I have ever and will ever receive ❤️
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