One of the things that all of the pregnancy books will tell you (but not expound on) is a change in skin coloration. I'm sure this ranks up there on the list of things that you should know a little about - but too much would scare women (kind of like the episiotomy chapter.)
Most of the books will tell you that you can expect some change in skin color. . . Your usually hidden belly seam, for example, turns darker and more prevalent. But, other stuff occurs. . .
My "sun spots" have multiplied and I can guarantee I haven't spent much time in the sun this summer. The ones that usually freckle my skin are now darker and a little more pronounced. Then, there are their progeny(?) that have sprouted up. I suspect that with un-pregnancy, they will disappear again.
The most wacky change, however, has to be my underarm coloration. Seriously, I think someone replaced my normal deodorant with a stick of poop. My pits look dingy and if I didn't know better, I would have already tried 150 grit sandpaper on them.
Speaking of color, I have sprouted a few stretch-marks and have been surprised just how upsetting they are. I am hopeful that they shrink with time. Please, sweet Moses, please!?
For now, I accept that in addition to my blooming, burgeoning belly, my petals are teeming with color. Because I'm a delicate flower. Right.
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