31 Weeks: 4 Navel Oranges

Speaking of navels… in Spanish they have the best saying, “El piensa que es el ombligo del mundo.”  He thinks he’s the bellybutton of the world.  So much better than our “center of the universe.”

Poor little Jakey is definitely the bellybutton of our world at this point… I’d forgotten that at 30 weeks you essentially stop counting up, and start counting down.  Just a few more weeks before our little bellybutton’s big wake-up call.

I’ve recently been reminded of how traumatic the loss of my bellybutton was the first time around.  At that time it seemed like the worst thing about pregnancy.  Then I got it back.  Not really in quite the same shape as I had loaned it out in, but not terribly different.

And now it’s gone, again.  No belly button divot.  Though this time Cillo has done a pretty good job of not making it pop out, requiring me to spend outrageous amounts of money on the most amazing invention ever: popper stoppers (http://missoops.com/miss-oops/popper-stopper).  I am not a fan of any kind of comments along the lines of pop-up turkey timers, Turkey.

I’ll take navel oranges given that in less than two weeks, Cillo hits the melons.  Trying.  Not.  To.  Panic.