My poor, sad, overworked, under appreciated belly button is finally giving up the battle. After months of being stretched, prodded, and kicked to pieces from the inside, it is now nearly flat and on the verge of becoming an “outie.” One of my few measly requests of the pregnancy goddesses was to please leave my belly button unscathed. Please, it is truly the only cute thing on my body, let it survive this hellish experience intact.
You see them all the time, the poor backwards belly buttons of hugely pregnant women, crying out for all to see “Hey, the pressure in here, it’s killing me!” And sorry ladies, but the outies just gross me out. They are, somehow to me, obscene in their sticky-outyness. My belly button is one of the smallest I have ever seen, it’s polite, tiny, and only occasionally traps dog hair. Really, really, it’s the one feature I have that I love unconditionally - all I wanted was for it to be just as cute and perfect after pregnancy as it was before. I hope that if it pops out, which it looks like it will do any second now, it returns to it’s normal happy self once this child has left my body. For that matter, I hope I return to some semblance of normal, although that is doubtful at this point.
As we get to the end of this pregnancy adventure, with only 7 weeks left (give or take depending on baby’s mood), I am, like many other moms, exhausted, feeling large and uncoordinated, really ready to not be pregnant anymore, and terrified of all the future nights of feedings and diapers. Since I am in constant pain, I am looking forward to having this baby out - but I fear I am only trading one kind of pain for another. Oh well.
Really, if my poor belly button makes it, I’ll count myself lucky.
Posted on August 12th, 2008 by michelle
Filed under: Pregnancy, The Naked Part
Your polite belly button will resume it’s inwardness. Has it turned black? Mine did! I swear it wasn’t because I couldn’t reach it either! I also had this dark line of I don’t know what or why that went from my bellybutton, down to my……..nether regions
Oh, and don’t be surprised if your belly feels like a bowl of jello or like a half full water balloon after the baby is born either. Mine reminded me of a big ball of dough, after it’s risen the first time. Soft and mushy , it wasn’t funny when I got poked Pillsbury Doughboy style. I cried.
It takes a while for all the muscles and skin to catch up with the empty space the darling baby girl leaves behind.
But, alas…you have been doing the yoga, no? You will recoup quicker!