"A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn. One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes and slept in the most perfect darkness. One for every time you had the hiccups. One for every dream you dreamed within me.
It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may even think it ugly. That's OK. It was your home. It's where I first grew to love you, where I lay my hand as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be. It held you until my arms could, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it."
I was "unlucky" I got stretch marks when I was pregnant. Strangely enough I didn't with Charlotte, and I figured it was because my skin had already stretched and had them.
I just love love love this. Even though I don't really hate my Stretch marks this really makes me love my shiny little stretchies. I guess its really one thing (aside from my girls ... obviously) I have left to remind me of the time my little princesses were in my Belly. That I... ME created such beautiful little people. I AM AMAZING!!