Either my low mid-section is developing an emerging grimace or I am getting stretch marks. It seems that each day brings a new red squiggle below my barely-there belly button. Conveniently, I can't confirm with the naked eye, because I can't see the underside of my belly. Perhaps the mirror is playing tricks on me.
On the counting my blessings side of the balance sheet, I am pleased by the state of my belly button. PapaBear refers to it as the "divet" and likes to create a hollow sound by tapping it lightly. Regardless of its musical capabilities, a divet is still an "innie", not an "outie". Fingers crossed that I can retain this inward focus for another few months.
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