Tonight I discovered my first stretch marks. Fuck me running. I can't believe that they are just now showing up, when I'm 40+ freaking weeks pregnant - shame on me for thinking I could beat genetics.
Anyway, they are on the underside of my belly, and they aren't too terrible, and there aren't too many of them (so far). But I haven't been able to fall asleep since I discovered them. My body has been forever changed by this kid, which isn't a bad thing - but now I am even more ready for him to make his appearance. I feel like I've been pregnant forever.
I am so incredibly anxious about my doctor's appointment tomorrow. I can't help but feel that I will get the same news that I've gotten the last four times I've been checked: no progress. I am still feeling Charlie high up, so I still don't think he's dropped completely. Sometimes babies never drop at all, sometimes they don't drop until the mother is in labor - so it should be interesting to see what happens.
I am getting restless - and a little tired of being in this holding pattern. I just want to meet my baby. (And not get any more stretch marks. Yes, I'm shallow.)