Navel Gazing: Ruminations of a Pregnant Lady

Navel Gazing: Ruminations of a Pregnant Lady

I now know what people who don’t have tvs, homework, or children (but are pregnant) do on slow evenings after dinner. They watch their bellies. At least that is what I do sometimes when Paco (as we like to call him) is especially active. It is kind of surreal to see my abdomen punching out in random places and to know that it isn’t my fault that it is happening. Sometimes we try to play around with the little guy and have found that he is especially responsive when we squeeze my belly button. Which brings me to another interesting thing about pregnancy: belly buttons. Mine has changed shape several times over the past few months–from vertical to horizontal to round to squashed. Still, it is a decided innie.

Of course, my belly button is the least of what is changing. Paco seems to be growing quite well. And it shows. The week we got back from Utah I really popped out and now people just can’t tell me enough how pregnant I look. Lovely. Some are kind enough to say that I am “Changing my look” or something like that. At first I thought they were referring to my miraculously clear skin or my chic haircut. But no. It’s the belly.

Besides getting used to everyone all of a sudden wanting to know when I’m due and if he is a boy or a girl, I’ve been trying to get used to sleeping on my left side, like they recommend (“they” know what they are talking about, I’m sure). The left side seems to be the position least comfortable for me–right up there next to sleeping while standing on my head. And if I roll onto my belly even a little bit, Paco is quick to let me know that I am encroaching on his space, which he seems to be quite possessive about. I’m hoping this is strictly part of his fetal phase.

And, of course, the pregnancy dreams just keep on coming. The other night he decided to come out through my belly button and before I knew it, there was a baby in my shirt and I was yelling for someone to call 911 because I was only 5 1/2 months along and my baby was probably going to die. But nobody wanted to help and by the time I got to my phone, the baby was fully grown and dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a buttoned shirt, sleeping on a nearby bench.

7 thoughts on “Navel Gazing: Ruminations of a Pregnant Lady

  1. Hooray!! You look pregnant! Has anyone tried to put their hands on your belly, yet? I didn’t like it when random people thought I’d like them to touch me…blech.

  2. I think I’ve only had two people want to touch my belly, and they were friends, and they asked first, so I didn’t mind. I kind of feel that a pregnant lady’s body is not her own anyway (I feel slightly disconnected with my belly), so I don’t really think of it as my belly. I imagine I would be more possessive if strangers were trying to touch me, though.

  3. When we would look at my belly and wait for Clark to move, we’d call it “whale-watching”. Maybe we should have called it “Shark-watching”? :)

  4. Hey Liz! I love your blog, I guess I’ll finally take a whack at commenting.

    As an expert in dream analysis, your dream can only mean that you were concerned about your child’s dressing and grooming habits (wanting to call 911) but when the time comes, you can rest assure (sleeping peacefully on the bench) that your kid will be a snappy dresser (nice slacks and button shirt). Congrats!

  5. Too funny. Yeah, I about died when an inactive sister we were visiting (for the first time, mind you), started rubbing and kissing (Yep. Kissing.) my Neils-filled belly. While talking to him. Not me. Certainly no permission was asked. I did still manage to build a good relationship with her after that, however. Though it probably helped that I didn’t visit again until after Neils was born!

  6. Oh, Missy, that is hilarious. I can just see it. And I don’t think I would have handled it too well myself.

    I am also glad to know that the child will be a snappy dresser. It is something that weighs heavily on my mind. You don’t even want to know how much time I spent trying to find the perfect onsie for the little guy.

    Speaking of which, not that I don’t think the kid is going to be a “Champ,” but I just wonder where the “Future Nerd” outfits are. Let’s get a little truth in advertising, shall we?

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