Lame whine of the day:

I thought I had dodged the stretch marks. My mom doesn’t have any, and my sisters don’t seem to either, so I thought I was pretty much in the clear.

Not so much.

I’m 38 weeks today (or Friday, but whatever), and I just found a bunch of the little fuckers hiding on the bottom of my belly. There’s not a ton of them, but  I’m also not assuming these are the only ones that will show up.

We’ve already established here on this blog (many times) that I’m a little shallow and have serious body issues. So when I say that this latest development kind of makes me want to cry, it’s not that surprising, right?