My belly button has officially popped. Which most say is an indication that the baby is done cooking. Gosh, I hope not, I’m not quite ready for his arrival. His nursery is still in shambles, and while we received an amazing pile of baby items from the two showers this past week, we still have a couple things to pick up.
That belly button.
It’s really out there.
My one friend told me not to touch it. She said that your belly button acts as an eject button for the baby. I snorted iced tea out my nose.
And if you couldn’t tell from these pictures, yes, it is still winter in Cleveland.