The cleanest belly button in all the land.
Thank you all for the lovely compliments on my belly and button. Many asked where I am now if I was THAT big then (the picture was taken in early November). To put it mildly – I am huge. I’m up 30 lbs and am measuring a week bigger than the baby’s gestational age. I am carrying low and my midwife tells me that she in hanging out in my uterus as if it was a hammock. All limbs all the time. She is a maniac.
None of this is wildly off the charts. However, coming from a girl with no hips and no ass it is quite a bit to get used to. And the boobs. Well, as you all know I could go on and on about the boobs. I have one letter for you – F – and we’ll leave it at that. My male cousins and guy friends (who are in the majority) got a big kick out of the boobs (and the industrial bra clasp) during our recent trip home. My aunt told a story of a friend of the family who, upon learning about this particular “perk†of his wife’s pregnancy, demanded to know if he could keep them; as in, after the baby came. They really are a marvel and I’m just happy to share some joy with those who get a kick out of that sort of thing. Because really, if I didn’t, I’d probably cry.
The state of the belly button is another item that is a curiosity. I have an, in my opinion, abnormally cavernous belly button. I thought at first that I would definitely pop and have an outtie. In fact, I was looking forward it. When else are you going to have an opportunity to rid your body of the third grade belly button gunk that is just soooo far down there a spelunker would have a hard time reaching it? Alas, I’m not sure an outie is in my future. However, we can see the origin of the belly button and I am proud to say it is the cleanest it ever has been in my entire life. Sweet little belly button.
In other news – the impending due date – 48 days away is now referred to as the Great Motivator. Have a pile of garbage in the basement to recycle/toss/donate? Get pregnant the urge to GET RID OF IT RIGHT NOW will cause it to disappear. Have your radiator’s been clicking and clacking waiting for someone to change their valves so that they may heat without voice? Get pregnant and the thought of the clacking disturbing your PRECIOUS SLEEP will motivate you right to the hardware store. We have a list people and we’re not afraid to use it.
Out of sweet little bellies and buttons come sweet babies. ‘Member this sweater…
Well, I came across this picture the other day. (does anyone else have a box labeled “2006†with every piece of paper in it that you did not have a place for when it entered your house? This box consumed an entire evening this week. Sorting, shredding, filing. Oh the paper. The up side is that I found stuff like this picture; the downside is that I now am able to estimate our taxes for the year. Blech.)
The sweater put to good use…Daisy loves it and so does her momma – hurray!
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