the end of an era

i always wondered where my belly button led to. i have an innie -- a little cavernous hole with no button -- and we've gotten along quite well, thank you, all these years. but i did wonder if it was connected to anything or if it just got all dark and twisty inside or ... well, i'll stop there. my dark and twisty mind wonders many a strange thing.

but this weekend, i am sad to say, all my high-falutin' speculations have come to a sad, anticlimactic end. this is almost on par with the time i found out our maid in hong kong was my easter bunny. i have discovered that my belly button goes nowhere. and i know this because i no longer have one. there is kind of a dark spot that marks the spot where it once provided me with many happy musings, but there is no longer a button or hole of any kind! in the mornings, there is a bit of an indentation, but since gravity and i are nonspeaks right now, by the end of the day, the indentation pops out and i've got NOTHING. nothing, i tell you!

i think i'm getting bored with being pregnant. like 22% bored, but still ... a little bored with wearing the same 3 pairs of pants (i'd be running around in capt'n underpants if not for j's stash, so can't really complain about this one), a little bored with people at work asking me 39 times a day how i'm feeling (just as uncomfortable as yesterday, thank you), a little bored with no coke or beer, a little bored with feeling ponderous and poky. the belly button revelation provided me with 39 seconds of entertainment but now i'm back to being bored.

baby, i'm not ready for you, but 60 days still seems a long way off. please come and entertain me soon. but not too soon.