Seriously.
WTF is happening to my belly button.
Now I’m ok with the fact that I’ve got a slightly new weight distribution and center of gravity.
That’s perfectly fine.
And the fact that I can cradle the belly overall with my hand. That’s fine too.
And the general obsession I’ve had with my belly and taking warm plates out of the dishwasher to overall warm my belly, well that’s a pleasure I haven’t indulged in a bit but I’m sure that Giggle would have no objection to that given the opportunity.
But the belly button itself.
It’s gotten… well… the inny has opened up.
I can fit my whole thumb in it now.
Were I being pleasant I’d dare say it’s blooming like a rose.
But it’s weird. I wonder at times if I should do something like stick an olive or grape in there to see if it would fit.
I imagine a goodly sized concord might find itself quite cozy there.
Ok. I admitted that in public.
That’s weird.
If you wanna contribute to my baby’s diaper fund, feel free.
I’ll never forget the day my innie became an outtie, nor the weird ring of dead skin that was in the terminal fold. I gently scratched it and the ring of dead skin unwrapped like a piece of butcher’s twine. Too weird.
If your new outtie gets sore from rubbing on your clothes (mine did) you can protect it with a Bandaid or a small piece of “moleskin” and medical tape. Tape it soft side against your outtie.
Oh yeah, about the same time that happened, my nipples turned black. (And this on a woman only 1/33rd of a shade darker than the background of this page. It was awful.)
Oh, the joys of pregnancy.
grrl, you’re rawkin… sorry i haven’t been around in awhile. but i’ve bookmarked you and will follow you from now on.
happy holidays to you and best wishes in 2009…
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