Call me weird, but, I can't stand scratching (bare nails on skin) against my newly formed stretch marks. I think it's the feeling up the upraised skin? Who the heck knows. I TOLD you guys, I'm weird.
But, I just can't do it.
Even though it itches like freakin' HELL.
So my darling hubby--often seeing my face contorted as I futilely try to rub at the itchies through my shirt--now offers to scratch my stretch-marked-belly for me.
If THAT isn't love, people, I don't know what is.