As I was soaking in the tub today, I finally found some time to examin my new colony of stretch marks, AKA Battle Scars, and I realized something really cool.
Before I got pregnant, I had three scars on my abdomen from the laparoscopy/hysteroscopy that I had in 2005 to diagnose and treat some of my fertility issues. Get this...I can no longer see those scars. They have been covered by the stretch marks. How cool and symbolic is that. No, I'll never really get over being infertile, but those scars are not really gone. They are just covered, changed to something different. This baby, this miracle has changed me from the inside out. I may still have some scars, but they are not the scars of infertility. They are the scars of pregnancy. They remind me of the battle we fought to get here.