For the who didn't want to see the belly non-button, you're warned.
This pink expanse that looks like a little pig nose is the area formerly known as my belly button.
I wasn't going to even take a picture, much less post. But LiLu suggested it for TIMT, and I thought, ah, what the hell. The unexamined life is not worth living, or some such thing. No?
I told you it was icky.And yes, I'm still here. I will tell you more about this tomorrow. When I'm sure I'll still be here.
At this point, I feel like I'm going to be pregnant for the rest of my life.
God willing, the belly button I used to love will go back to some semblance of normal. And maybe pregnancy amnesia will strike, as everyone says it does.
I keep thinking it just can't get any farther out, because how much more out is there for it to go? And then it does.
If I lived in Alaska, I'd be able to touch Russia with it from my front porch.
Except for the fact that it's both tender and attached to my body, I sort of don't even consider it mine anymore. It's more just like an interesting animal set aside for observation.
So I wonder if it will get to the point where the ridge and those two itty bitty little dimples disappear entirely?