My stomach is now giving me some real jip. Yesterday I didn't eat a particularly enourmous amount, for breakfast I had a bowl of cereal, a yoghurt and a small pastry. We had a pub lunch and I had a steak and ale pie with veg and chips, I shared a fair bit of the pie with Fidget. In the afternoon I had a few crisps and nibbles and then had a sandwhich for tea plus a sliver of pear tart. All very yummy, all pretty healthy and balanced. But that evening I was in such pain, as there was no room at all, I felt my sides were splitting, my muscles at my side were straining and so painful. My rather irrational reaction was that I didn't want to eat anymore, which I know is stupid and I wont do, but it was just so horrible, and it has been getting worse and worse like that and I know that I still have a few weeks left where mini-C will be growing and growing and there will be less and less room.


With Fidget I didn't have many stretchmarks on my stomach (lots on my boobs - but hey), apart from a small patch above my belly button. This time the patch above my belly button was visible again, but until recently nothing else, but it has now got more stretched and messy stretch lines are appearing in a vertical plane below my belly button which I find really upsetting. Some nights I can almost feel the skin stretching which is terrifying, the thought of having the scars is upsetting but also the physcological effect of feeling my skin going beyond its limit and starting to give up is frightening. I hope it doesn't get too much worse - everytime I go to a bathroom with a mirror I check they haven't got worse. I might take a picture. They probably don't look bad at all, but I feel really deflated by their arrival.