I remember the joy of seeing those two pink lines show up on my pregnancy test, the first conclusive evidence that I was having a baby!!…but then, a few days later, being extremely concerned that I didn’t feel especially “different,” considering I was growing a brand-new human being inside my body! But I had no reason to worry—by week six, I was puking and gagging like any other typical pregnant woman.
Some women call stretch marks “badges of honor.” But when I first noticed bright reddish purple streaks on my hips towards the end of my first pregnancy, I can’t say I felt particularly honored. A healthy baby is enough commemoration for me, thank you very much!
Time helped fade my once-bright marks to thin, silvery grooves, but I still wanted a little help airbrushing their existence—and preventing more of them from cropping up when I was pregnant again (and again) with my first badge of honor’s younger siblings.
After much trial and error, here’s what worked for me:
A new baby is a bundle of joy—there’s no doubt about it. But those squiggly, purplish lines left running across your once even-toned skin after Sweetie’s tucked safely in your arms? Not so much. A reader recently asked if there’s anything she could do to make her stretch marks disappear.
When you’re pregnant, suddenly everything in life is about the baby. You probably used to eat foods that you liked. Now, what you’re eating is “womb service” for that little growing sprout, so you choose your foods with care. (Or perhaps you just choose cheese fries—we won’t judge.)
Sleeping isn’t just about recovering from a long day—now it’s about getting enough zzz’s to grow a healthy baby (and perhaps experiencing some bizarre dreams…I can’t be the only one who dreamed she gave birth to a maimed Cabbage Patch Doll.)
Six years ago when I was pregnant with our now 5-year-old son Phoenix, I had the best pregnancy ever, as far as my health and the health of my baby were concerned. But Sisters, I was sick as a dog, and I couldn’t sleep to save my life.
I wasn’t anxious. I wasn’t feeling uncomfortable because of my belly. I wasn’t fearful. I was A-W-A-K-E. Every night. All night. For three months straight. For my entire last trimester.
Pregnancy is like a magnet for strangers. For some reason, the sight of your pregnant belly makes people want to touch you, talk about your body, ask inappropriate questions and share unsolicited stories and advice. (No, I really DON’T want to hear about the hemorrhoids you got when you were pregnant in 1965.)
I really didn’t enjoy that part of being pregnant, so I thought when he was born it would be over. Although I’m not constantly being asked about my pregnancy or having unwanted hands on my belly, I’ve met an entirely new monster: people wanting to touch my baby. Read more →
My twin sons’ preschool teacher, Stacy, was telling me the story of her amazing daughter Lucy. She explained that it’s always been “talk to the hand” with Lucy, as in—she’s totally in her power, in a good way. Stacy doesn’t have a worry in the world that her 13-year-old won’t stand her ground, now or ever.
“Where are my blue sweatpants?!” Lucy yells on a regular basis, as her mom rolls her eyes and thinks to herself, “All you wear is blue sweatpants—so you’ve got about ten pairs!” Read more →
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