My belly button is flat! It has gradually gotten more and more shallow over the last few weeks and now all that's left is is a little gathered spot in the middle of my abdomen. What's interesting is all of what was formerly inner belly button skin has now stretched out to become part of my stomach. The only way that its identifiable as former belly button is by the fact that the ring of tummy surrounding the middle spot is noticeably softer and smoother than the rest of the tummy skin.
It's hard to believe that there is 2 more months left. There is no more stretch room left, but the baby has to get bigger! Every day I rub palmer's cocoa butter oil over my stretched tummy and stare at it in disbelief. I can't believe this is happening to me.
Really, I'm barely involved in the process at all, except to be a warm stretchy incubator, providing nutrients and oxygen through an umbilical cord attached to a tiny human. The whole thing is exactly like having an alien grow inside of you. Every few minutes I feel the little human stretch around and settle in a new position. There are two kinds of movements, sharp pointy elbows or feet or little fists that feels like a kick or a punch, and what I believe is either a head or a butt that pushes against the inside of my belly and creates a hard bump that deforms the usual roundness for a bit and feels like a long stretch.
I'm in awe of umbilical cords, and placentas, and amniotic sacks and the way it seems like the whole complicated system was just installed in my body. A self-assembling installation that repeats itself, millions of times over, creating an infinite supply of belly buttons.
Welcome to motherhood. The awe starts prenatally and continues until a child is 'launched'. Sometimes their are false starts to the fledgling and a mother hold her breath to resist the urge to 'rescue' and applauds, wildly, over a 'first step'. The funny thing is that it continues, many, many years past that first physical 'first step'. Indeed, it never ends. I love you, and I always will my child.
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