My belly button is disappearing.

I just checked.

It is a shadow of its former self.

For this, and various other reasons, I am certain that I have become…very pregnant. We knew it was going to happen, and that it was only a matter of time, but here I sit, 9 weeks from my due date and feeling like I swallowed a basketball. And I couldn’t resist mentioning it.

Someday, when baby is all grown up and reads my entries from the 100 days before he or she was born, I want there to be documentation like this–of all of the steps and changes and signs that came along the way. The verdict is still out on whether my little “button” will eventually POP! like the indicator on a turkey thermometer, or if all will just stay as it is, no inney or outey to be determined at this stage. Either way, it’s different, and it means that baby is growing and I’m growing and well…isn’t that what it’s all about?

9 weeks. And then (or maybe before then, or perhaps a little after), we’ll finally meet the baby I am craving to know. Already, he or she is proving to be spunky and full of life, and I can’t wait to see how that plays out in our everyday in two more months.

I’m not quite ready to bring baby home as a tiny little human in my arms just yet. I’m getting close. But I am ready to be mommy. Or mom. Or momma. Or whatever I’ll become. (Ok, maybe not “mother.”)

And once we’re mom and dad and baby all cozied up in our space together, I’ll be ready to have my belly button back, too. Thankyouverymuch.

already full with a ways to go 🙂

mm