breaking up is hard to do

to my belly...

You and I have had some great times. Really great times. In fact just about a year ago You and I were doing this:

Good times...

It's been a great run. You have never let me down when I called upon you to stretch and hold my precious cargo. You grew and you grew and you never tired, never complained.

You left but a few little stretch marks, just enough to remind me how hard you worked for me.

But here we are, no growing baby, no expanding uterus, no anticipation of new life. We are are just here, existing with each other. Long gone are the days of me rubbing you and taking delight in your transformation to become the holder of my babes.

Just a sad stretchy shell is now left ...

When I look at this picture of us, it saddens me. Why is it that you were once so loved, but only when you were stretched out with newborn life fluttering inside. Now all that is left is sad saggy skin, a few stretch marks and muscle damage that has been deemed only fixable with surgery.

We must end this love/hate relationship. Its not you, its me. I promise. I don't think its a good idea that we remain friends. I need to move on.