I have stated it numerous times before: I do not make resolutions, goals or whatever you will call them on New Years Eve.
In fact I don’t make resolutions. Ever. And I don’t actively decide on goals.
I am a Type A personality. Goals are my living, breathing existence.
Which confused Mr. Loca when he recently asked for my blogging strategy and got „Well, I don’t know… I guess it is just fun.“ as an answer. After a moment of disbelief he started to laugh at me and, (quite rightly) said: „You never do things just for fun.“
February is usually a pretty exciting month for me. I mean, we all do expect a little bit of action around our birthday, don´t we?
Well, for the last few years my birthday was a pretty low key event. In fact the last big celebration with friends was when I turned 30. To explain that, let me quickly walk you through the years that followed.
As the title gives away, I am here to talk about changes.
Necessary changes, that I briefly mentioned here already and that are based on the changes my life has gone through.
How many times can I say changes in the first paragraph?
Many of you will know already, I had my second child this month. And if you have children yourself (or know someone who has and suddenly disappeared completely), you will know how little time is suddenly left in your day for all the things you used to do before.
Now that you are reading this, Peanut will most likely have arrived and I will be completely caught up in the wants and needs of this tiny human being.
And while the first weeks (months?) after welcoming a new member of the family are usually spend in a fog caused by hormones, sleep deprivation and utter exhaustion, I know that I will someday emerge, look into a mirror and try my very best not to hate what I see.
This post, of course, needs a disclaimer. I am fully aware of the wonder that growing a human being is, of the amazing things my body has done and that being healthy both myself and my child is the only thing that really matters.
But even if I tell myself that 100 times, and yes, I know it is superficial: I wished I´d look different than I do now anyway.
I hate to be the one to break the horrible news to you, but there is no scientifically proven, fool-proof way to prevent stretch marks on a pregnant body.
The main reason for this is the fact that stretch marks are lacerations deep down in the connective tissue of the skin caused by the necessary expansion, in an area no cream or oil is able to penetrate.
But don’t loose hope. There still are some things you can do to decrease the risk a little.