That teeny little bump was Harrison, one year ago today.
It seems almost impossible, now, that there was a life before this little man. I guess that's the magic of children - all is forgiven.
Whether it's infertility, a tough pregnancy, or the worst birth known to (wo)man; it all disappears when their hand wraps around you finger.
My tummy looks A LOT different from this now (don't worry, I shan't be sharing the 'after' of this 'before'), but I wouldn't change it. If anything, I'm pleased for it. Those stretch marks are all there because I had the joy, the luck and the privilege to carry my baby to term. For that, I love them.
And if my body is able to do it again, I shall love any friends those tiger stripes bring to the party.
Love your stripes, friends x