Day 8 of thankfulness

I took a picture for today (seriously) but I decided that no one in their right mind deserved to see it, so here's one without a picture. I'm not sure why I even thought taking a picture would be a good idea. It wasn't until I saw it and realized how pretty gross it is all alone. I'll spare you.

DAY EIGHT.

I'm thankful for…

30 weeks with an innie belly button.



I'm not sure how much longer I can call it an innie. We had a good run at 30 weeks, my innie belly button and me. It seems to be quickly changing sides though. Its been a gradual progression, closer and closer to popping out, but I'm quite sure that by this time next week (or tomorrow) I will no longer have my cute innie but instead will be sporting a real button belly button.

I still rock my belly button ring in case you were wondering, even though I'm pretty sure someone might hurl if they actually caught of glimpse of it against my big belly, but I like it so its still sticking around. I have no husband around to tell me its grossing him out and thank God Chey couldn't care less because she just likes to pull on it if its in view (awesomely comfortable…sarcasm). I might have to remove it here soon though if the dreaded hole pops out because I don't want people thinking I have three belly buttons poking through my shirt. Now that would really be gross.

Is this TMI? Eh, its my blog. :) And I'm pregs, so forgive me. Hope you didn't read this during meal time. Oh mother nature, how I wonder about you sometimes.