Up until I got pregnant, I never once had to consider that my body would one day undergo amazing changes. Ever since high school I’ve been pretty much the same size. A couple of years ago, the hubby and I joined the gym so we both tightened up quite a bit. The first pic is of me in December of 2005. Exactly six months later I would find out we were expecting our sweet little Kai. I made it to almost 8 months without a single stretch mark. I wasn’t taking prenatal vitamins, so I was on a super healthy diet (not including, of course, the Starbuck’s that I was notorious for always having). I was going to the gym three times a week up until I couldn’t see my feet anymore, at around month 6. Sometime in early January I noticed the tiniest pink lines appearing on my belly. They were a bit sensitive to the touch since at those areas my skin was literally stretched to its limits. At a later prenatal appointment I pointed them out to my midwife and confirmed what I already knew but could not admit to myself. I had pregnancy-induced stretch marks. In my pre-mom frame of thinking, this actually upset me. My wonderful hubby went and got me natural salves which I meticulously put on each and every morning and night. But as the pregnancy progressed, the stretch marks grew deeper and longer. Up until a few months ago I was still bothered by my stretch marks. It got to the point where I just wouldn’t look at them. Just throw a t-shirt on and its quite easy to pretend they’re not there. Then I found a pic of my mom from way back in the day. We were at the beach and she was wearing a bikini. Her stomach was soft-looking and she had her fair share of stretch marks. Yet she was showing them off like a badge of honor. That’s when it hit me. Hey, I look just like my mom! Well helllooooooo… that’s ’cause I AM a mom. My stretch marks are all I have to remind me that I once shared my body with Kai. That we once ate and breathed together and that somehow my body was able to protect, grow and accommodate a whole other person. That’s quite the feat and I’m sure glad that I have something left over to show for it other than my precious Kai. I would honestly be sad if I didn’t have my mommy body. In retrospect I think its funny that I ever worried oh so much about flabby this, and flabby that. It just doesn’t matter anymore. I’m a mom, and that’s what I look like.
9 thoughts on “I look like a mommy (Anonymous)”
Wow! I love that pic of you and your baby! You guys look so happy :)
so well said. thank you. you look absolutely stunning by the way.
I like that last sentence. I’m a mom and that’s what I look like. It’s worth to to have our little ones, isn’t it? You look great!!! My stretchmarks are very similar, little white lines all over, but hardly visible. They’re perfect. I love them!
Wow, you are a beautiful Mama with a precious little one! What a pretty daughter you have! And what a stunning waistline you have Mama! Congrats to you!
I love your daughter’s name. Kai was one of the final 3 names we had picked out for a girl (we didn’t know what we were having but did end up having a girl). We ended up going with a different name but I LOVE Kai. That last pic is pretty precious!
“I once shared my body with Kai.”
That line gave me chills…beautiful post!
What you wrote was amazing!! What a beautiful post!! You and your daughter are both so beautiful!! You look great!! That pic of you and your daughter is priceless!!
that last photo is the one that really looks like a mommy. cuz mommies everywhere, big & small, like to get baby kisses !
You look gorgeous! And the last picture warms my heart!!