I had a very nice bellybutton. It was a shallow innie with a taut little overhang at the top. I regret piercing that overhang, though it was perfect for it; it was a rash decision made because the piercing guy was hot. But the piercing left just a little scar after I stopped wearing it and still, I had a cute bellybutton. Even when I was chunkier, I loved the little well in my belly.
I've said before that I love being pregnant, and that's the truth. I love feeling the baby grow and move and watching my body change. I love how round my breasts and belly get. When I'm pregnant, I am more confident in my own skin than I have been in my entire life. I don't mind the silvery white stretchmarks on my waist and thighs. Even the postpartum belly squish doesn't bother me too much.
The one part of pregnancy I don't enjoy, though I'll admit a strange, morbid fascination with it, is watching my bellybutton stretch out flat and then pop out just a little. I knew my bellybutton could never be the same after being pregnant with The Boy. My belly was 41 inches around and my bellybutton had become convex. I was right. Even after I lost the babyweight and then some, the skin around the bellybutton was crepey, and its shape was just not right. This pregnancy is stretching my bellybutton again. The skin is tightening, pearly white, and when I stand, it's nearly flat. Lord only knows what it'll look like when this is over.
I know it's silly, but I miss my bellybutton. What do you miss about your prepregnancy body?