I am indifferent towards my belly - it's only been 5 months, and when I have time to do things like shower or put on new pants (without pee or spitup on them! yayayay!) I just ignore the strange deflated beach ball that resides somewhere between my breasts and my knees. Really, compared to friends, my stretch marks arn't horrible, but still. But still.

Oh, and I went all the way to 39 weeks without seeing one, but really I think I had them on the underside for quite a while and Tom was just to scared to tell me so.
