Today I woke to find a new series of stretch marks appearing around my abdomen... I'm confused by this, simply because the places they're showing up don't make much sense in my mind--at least not yet. So unless a bigger belly intends to "pop" out in the next few days, my skin is getting ready for nothing... I've been good, really I have! If you ask Mr Bathroom Scale, he'll tell ya I've only put on a few (as in single digits) pounds onto my pre-preg weight. And actually, depending on what day it is, I haven't always gained anything... it's just kinda shifted. I guess it's obvious now where that shifting is taking place...
Jeremy came home from a meeting this morning and found a lost cat in our neighborhood. Being the good samaritan that he is, he caught it, and hid it in our 2nd bathroom with food, water and a litter box. Big Fella was NOT happy. Thankfully, we only had to deal with the extra beast for the work day, as his "Mommy" (who lives about a half a mile down the road...) came and picked him up after work. Praise God! I thought for sure we were gonna end up with not just ONE spawn of Satan, but TWO! Maybe we could just find someone to come pick up Big Fella now, my week would be complete....
Did I mention I dislike these new stretch marks? Don't get me wrong, I definitely didn't have the smooth, sexy belly before, but come on! I don't need a road map to Canada... that's what Google Maps is for. OH well. Like all things, I blame them on the cat... Hence the "stress marks". See? It all comes full circle.
I don't know about stress marks, but I do know that Jeremy's mom developed STRETCH marks from having the two of them hiding out. (She was huge. The unkindly remark someone made, I think, was "a watermelon on toothpicks").
ReplyDeleteAs for nasty cats, has Jeremy ever told you about our cat before Gus named Mittens? She used to leap out and attack people as they were passing by. (I think she was an abused kitty...)
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Dad/Ted
I would be amazed to find someone who carries "multiples" and doesn't end up with a road map on their belly. I bet she would have felt better about it, too, knowing that she had not just one, but TWO troublemakers growin' inside her. :-)
ReplyDeleteJeremy has told us about Mittens. Big Fella isn't nearly that evil... He's more like Pinky and the Brain evil, in that he secrectly plots how to make my life miserable. Today, he ran down the steps in front of me, and stopped at the bottom... I couldn't see him, so I stepped on him, and he YELLED! "Well, that's what ya get, stupid, for walking in front of me!" were my thoughts. Jeremy wishes we could get along... not lookin' too good for him yet. ;-)
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