First Loss

I can no longer see my belly button. It's there, but I have to lean way over to see it. Mo was laughing at me yesterday as I was demonstrating this to him. It's like being at the edge of the Grand Canyon and you're very carefully leaning over the edge to try to see something along the side of it, making sure not to fall down. That's kind of what I looked like trying to see my belly button. 

It just proves that my valley isn't totally gone yet. Cuz see, I've always had a valley in my belly. The Valley of the Belly. I think maybe I've worn my pants too tight over the years or something (well, at least when it was fashionable to wear pants up to your belly button/waist -- clearly I don't do that any more when it's SO not hip -- of course, now I wear pants that have a band that covers my entire belly, but I guess that's a whole other story, and I'm currently exempt from fashion, methinks, but I digress), because there's a very distinct dip between two layers of the belly. I've really been looking forward to that getting pushed out with the pregnant belly -- and perhaps even becoming a thing of the past permanently, since who knows what this body is going to look like post-birth. Like a glacier filling in the belly and creating a whole new land mass. Well, emphasis on land, not on mass, please.

But, since the upper lip of the valley seems to now be making it such that I can't see the belly button, it proves that the valley has yet to be filled in and that the river still runs through it. Maybe now that I can't see the belly button, Brad Pitt is down there fishing with his brother and dad. Who knows what happens in the valley!

Oh well. There's still hope. Cuz the belly's still pushin' out! Mo's taken to calling me Mount Honeymore. Which I guess is appropriate, seeing as how Mt. Rushmore itself isn't exactly the example of the highest mountain imaginable, and I definitely haven't yet reached my geologic peak in belly growth land. (Oh, if only I was clever enough with images to Photo Shop my belly into Mt. Rushmore and put it here, but I definitely don't have the energy and patience to attempt that right now. I guess some things should be left to imagination, anyway.)

I'm intrigued to see if, as Mt. Honeymore shapes into Mt. Katiemajaro, my innie bursts forth into an outie ... maybe THAT'S the geologic force necessary to even out the valley.