Eight months into my first pregnancy, I marveled at the fact that I didn't have any stretch marks. What I didn't know is that they were all lurking under that big belly full of baby, in the spots that I couldn't see and that the spouse was too polite to point out. Of all of the many (many) indignities of pregnancy, this is the one that really chaps my behind, mostly because there isn't a darn thing you can do about them. Or is there?
The New York Times takes on stretch marks in their Style section, which seems to be the home of all of the news that isn't actually news to anyone with a pulse. My last favorite Style story was about kids destroying your interior design. To which we all say: Duh.
Still, as it turns out, various creams and potions that promise to reduce stretch marks might work, unless they don't. The only sure cure is to have laser treatments or use Retin-A, which is more than I'm willing to go, given that I don't make my living modeling bathing suits or underpants.
You, however, may feel differently. Or be an underpant model.
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