Playing Hookie and Other Weird Thoughts

First of all, confession time: Yes, it is 11:26 am, and yes, I should be in church.....but after a particularly restless night of horrid back/pelvis/hip/tailbone pain, the last thing I wanted to do this morning was sit in a hard straight-back chair for 2 hours in church. So when Steve got out of the shower this morning and asked me, "are you coming to church this morning with us?" I responded (into the pillow) with a "mmrrffffppphhhh" - so he loaded up the boys and went without me. I've spent the morning sitting in the recliner, stretching out on a yoga mat on the floor (ok, it was actually just a folded up blanket, but yoga mat sounds SOoooo much cooler), and taking the following picture for your visual enjoyment (and mine):



What is it, you wonder?? An aerial view of a moon crater, perhaps?? A loaf of uncooked bread dough with a hole punched in the middle?? A molecular photo of cell-cycle in progress?? A secret and horrific peephole into the underworld??
NO! I say!!
It's my bellybutton.

When I was younger I always wished for an outie bellybutton, but alas, I was cursed with your everyday, run-o-the-mill, boring, atypical innie. Until....that fateful month during my pregnancy with Owen when I looked down to see not only the humungously large bump of my growing fetus, but another smaller bump visible through my tshirt....my bellybutton - gloriously popped inside out and turned temporarily outie for a few short months, visible for all the world to see! YES! And it's oh-so-cute (nevermind the gall-bladder surgery scar above it, or the stretch marks around it, which are hereditary so I'm not to blame)...but it IS an outie...for a bit longer. And I like it. A lot.

And I'm really glad I skipped out on church to document it.