This turkey’s not done yet
I’m feeling fortunate that my pregnancy-related physical complaints are quite minor this time. Granted, I expect that’s due in large part to the fact that my weight gain has also been relatively minor, comparatively speaking. No raging ‘roids, no pizza-faced complexion, and I have to eat a half-pound bag of peanut butter M-n-Ms in one sitting in order to bring on the heartburn.
Not that I’ve done anything of the sort.
And while I still mostly look as if I’m having difficulty containing my muffin top – instead of hiding a basketball under my shirt like I always envisioned looking while pregnant, before I ever actually WAS pregnant, of course – the part of my body that is the greatest source of irritation is my bellybutton.
No, it doesn’t hurt. But it’s already popped out, and it’s making me self-conscious. I don’t want my bellybutton on display.
More than any other outward evidence of pregnancy, seeing my bellybutton turned inside out and visible through my shirt bothers me. I don’t wonder if other people are thinking about how I got pregnant in the first place (although I do realize a lot of people’s minds go there immediately: “Aha! So they really are having sex!”) or any of the other personal aspects of becoming and being pregnant. Nope, I’m all hung up on the fact that they can see my bellybutton now.
When we went out for our anniversary, I tried putting a Band-Aid over it. I wore a dress that a friend has loaned to me, and it’s somewhat clingy. Which is fine at that cute pregnant stage – the stage where I SHOULD be, if it weren’t for my damn bellybutton.
Suffice it to say, the Band-Aid didn’t work. I think I’ll try duct tape the next time we go out.
In the meantime, if you meet me, please don’t look at my bellybutton. Stare at my breasts instead.
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Go stare at a whole bevy of breasts if that’s what turns you on. The Breast Fest Montage is still playing at YouTube and now at Vimeo as well. And today is the virtual nurse-in – check it out.
Yes, we’re making a statement by breastfeeding today in a symbolic manner. But the mothers who are feeding their babies – day and night, at home or in public – aren’t making a statement by doing so. They’re simply feeding their babies, just as a mother does with a bottle or with a jar and a spoon.
Stop making breastfeeding about the breasts. Because it’s not.
October 10th, 2007 at 6:26 am
http://www.missoops.com/popperstopper.html
October 10th, 2007 at 6:47 am
I was thinking duct tape…and then you said it!
October 10th, 2007 at 7:48 am
My belly button popped out too. Someone told me to tape a quarter to it. I never tried it myself, but it might be worth a shot.
October 10th, 2007 at 7:49 am
OK, the popper stopper is hilarious!
Sorry about the button woes.
October 10th, 2007 at 11:31 am
Oh, the belly button was always the worst for me too. I wore layers of clothing to hide it.
October 10th, 2007 at 12:44 pm
love the popper-stopper! sending you belly-b sympathy(bad sandra boynton reference)
wanted to let you know i blogrolled you!
October 10th, 2007 at 2:09 pm
Mine never popped. It smoothed out to next to nothing, but no pop.
I’ll try very hard not to even envision your popped belly button.
October 10th, 2007 at 7:38 pm
When I was pregnant with Kaitlyn, my belly button popped at about the fourth month! I wish I could fly out there and hang out with you, so I could practice not staring at your belly button
October 10th, 2007 at 9:37 pm
I didn’t mind at all when my bellybutton popped out – I mind now that it never went back to where it was!
October 10th, 2007 at 10:38 pm
Hehehe, when I was pregnant with my second child I still had my belly button ring in. Everyone thought it was my belly button sticking out, but nope, the belly button was stretched flat. I told them it was a turkey timer stating I was ready, lol.
October 11th, 2007 at 6:02 am
Mine never popped out but who cares if it did…it just looks like a big boob with a happy little nipple.
Show off your sexy tummy boob!
(Wow…I bet I’m the first person to ever use that phrase.)
October 11th, 2007 at 1:44 pm
Yeah, for some reason, the whole belly button thing is really freaking me out right now. I keep thinking that EVERYONE is staring at it. It’s the first thing I notice, at any rate.
October 11th, 2007 at 5:59 pm
I would totally stare at your breasts any day
October 11th, 2007 at 6:42 pm
Does it feel weird? Mine never popped out either, just got flat, but the skin was really, really sensitive.
October 11th, 2007 at 8:50 pm
Mine didn’t really pop out until there at the end. But then…I was so huge that people were distracted by the fact that I looked exactly like a parade float. Kinda dwarfed the navel…just a bit.
October 12th, 2007 at 9:17 pm
What is it with pregnancy and peanut M&Ms?
Seriously, I ate them every day during both of mine. I tried to stop, really I did, but people kept leaving them on my desk. (by all means, keep the preggo well-fed)
As for the belly button, mine popped out a tad, but not too badly. I was more concerned about my bizarre and seemingly unstoppable butt expansion.
October 14th, 2007 at 11:21 pm
Ouch! I’m one of those who can’t even touch her bellybutton, so duct tape?! Yikes.
Good luck with that
Heidi