Last night, as I sat on the couch idly scratching my stomach, I came across an odd patch of skin. I immediately panic, thinking it's my first pregnancy-induced stretch mark. I made B examine it to see if it was a bug bite, zit, stretch mark, or something else. He couldn't tell. This was not an acceptable answer. So, I set off on my own explorations.
After finally figuring out how to get a look at the underside of my belly, I saw the offending spot. It certainly looked stretch mark-y. Not good. Not good at all. Just as I was about to go into full-blown breakdown mode, it came to me: it was a scar! Not a new stretch mark, but a scar I've had for seven years. I had almost completely forgotten it was even there. Talk about relief.
Crisis avoided. I'm still, thankfully, stretch mark free, at least for the moment. *Knock on wood* Hopefully it stays that way for the next 18 weeks.