My belly button is slowly but surely giving up the ship. What was once a cute little button on a belly is now a hole on a belly. I’ve got a belly hole.
Yep, that’s my belly
button hole in black and white (literally). I haven’t had a piercing in it for like five years, but I’ll always be reminded of my youth because that dang piercing hole is still there and stretching right along with everything else.
You guys, I can literally FEEL my stomach skin stretching every day. I woke up this morning and said to Jason that I think my stomach looks bigger today than it did when I went to bed last night. He took one look and just nodded his head. Babies… they grow up so fast.
To make up for that picture of my belly hole, here’s a picture of my nephew when he was three months old and wearing my aunt’s wig.