Squiggly Red Little Things

For the most part, I have been 'lucky' with my pregnancy. By lucky, I mean I managed to escape the dreaded squiggly red things. Or so I thought. Yesterday, as I was getting ready for bed, I took a look looked at my back in my full length mirror and to my absolute horror discovered a brigade of squiggly red little things had taken over the back of my legs and my inner thighs.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!! I got some stretch marks! I thought I had escaped them. I thought I was lucky. I was so vain. I thought I was so close to the end and I hadn't been blessed with those awful things without a cure. I dare somebody to tell me there's a cure for stretch marks. There's no cure! In the past, I have fallen victim to all the miracle creams and treatments and I repeat, there is no cure! None. Nada. Once you get it, that's it. You either live with it or get cosmetic surgery - laser treatments.

In my ignorance, I thought the only obvious place to get stretch marks once you get pregnant was your stomach. For those who don't know, almost every part of your body is at risk. From day one, I rubbed cocoa butter, shea butter, almond oil or bio oil on my belly every single day. Just about anything that I found from l'Occitane to Wal-Mart to Bath & Body Works to Target to Walgreens that promised to 'prevent' stretch marks, I bought. I am glad to say that my belly has been spared. However, I failed to be as obsessed over other parts of my body as I was about my belly and now I have squiggly red little things on my thighs and legs. Big hiss!