Sometime last October-ish, I was on the phone with my mom and noticed that I was scratching the same place on my back quite often. So, I got up off of my usual place on the couch (yes, the fabric does show signs of increased wear) to check it out in the mirror and saw very distinct line-y red spots. And there I stood: a woman in the early stages of pregnancy staring down the first bit of visible damage. I think I might have said a few cuss words to my mother. (“Holy S***!!! Are those stretch marks?? WTF??”)
Except… I was only 2-3 months pregnant with the boy, and I had probably lost weight, if anything, since finding out he was on board… not because I was exercising (heh), but because I was no longer consuming what had apparently been a fair bit of calories in liquid form, ifyouknowwhatimean. The point I’m trying to get across here is that it would be extremely unlikely for my skin to show signs of stretching, because there wasn’t anything extra for them to stretch over. (ew.) But, pregnancy-related paranoia does not yield to reason.
On a somewhat related note, I have what I consider to be a meaningful and not-regretable tattoo on my back. It’s not in the lower back area (I hate the term “tramp stamp,” so I will refrain from using it here), but off to the side… more kidney/hip area. Anyway, it’s the outline of a praying guy and he sits/kneels right above my pant waistband. Some people have erroneously said that he looks like a frog…. If I were more flexible and/or motivated, I would take a picture and post it, because I obviously cannot describe it.
Anyway, the redness was right above the praying guy. Here’s what it reminded me of:
At this point, there was a rather emotionally traumatic scene (unlike the rest of the experience…?) wherein a furious and pregnant me told the husband to go call my mom (a nurse) and he said that he didn’t know what I wanted him to tell her and I cried some.