I consider the belly button an indicator of when the baby is ready to be born. It “pops” out like the little thing on a Thanksgiving Turkey, alerting you that the “bird” is done. My belly button hasn’t popped yet. (I did meet a woman the other day who was less than 15 weeks pregnant with her 3rd or so child, and hers was already out!) However, mine is a walking advertisement for kids AGAINST getting your belly button pierced on the side of the road when you’re 15 and on a Girl Scout trip to Costa Rica. Or really at all, for that matter. So far, the only stretch marks (on the belly) that I have are between the two holes of the piercing, which are both now located “outside” my belly button as it continues to flatten out. I can only hope that when (if?!) the belly button goes back to normal, the dark marks will be hidden down deep inside. I know this is gross people, but you wanted more blogging, so this is what you get.
Inspiration . . .