Well, I knew this day might come. I hoped I'd be an exception, I hoped I would not have to endure the pain. I hoped I wouldn't have to lose a friend, I hoped that everything could stay as it was. I hoped..... in vain. Two days ago it happened... my cute innie became an outie :P You never realize how attached you are to your belly button until it walks out on you. Sure, I had read the signs, I knew this was probably coming but still I held out hope that maybe it would just go flat without popping up.... no such luck.
I chose this picture because this is pretty much what my belly button looked like that first day of the switch and still looks like actually.... at least some parts of the day it does :) Basically I woke up Tuesday with a fairly flat belly button and by 11 am that day, the area around my belly button had dipped down and the middle had popped up.... granted, I didn't have the water droplet column extending above the middle, but you get the idea :P
Here's the deal... outies freak me out.... always have and I figure always will. It's an interesting phenomenon to be freaked out and a little bit scared of your own belly button, so I am planning on attending counseling in which maybe I can form a new relationship (or at least a truce) with my outie. If anybody knows the name of a good belly button therapist, let me know :)
2 comments:
And it's never quite the same. Even those that are able to attain a perfectly tone and flat belly post pregnancy (ugh, what magical power do these people have?) still have the worn out belly button.
Amy
I like to think of it as being similar to the "knob" on the turkey that pops out when it's done except for maybe a little browning on the top. I'll leave the connection to your situation up to you. :-)
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