Yet Another Post About My Stomach

So the weirdest thing about this big belly is how my abs have stretched... if you press-press-press going up the middle of my belly, once you get a couple of inches above my belly button, suddenly you're not pressing on abs anymore- it's like pushing on a soft warm water balloon. It freaks me out, to tell you the truth. Sometimes I imagine it popping like said water balloon and oozing guts all over the place. It just seems so weird, that that layer that's usually there- armor in between my skin and my vital organs- has opened up. I feel very protective of it and find myself resting my hands there a lot.

(Baby has the hiccups now. That's one of my favorite parts. ::Bloop:bloop:bloop:bloop:: Just a nice soft rhythm in the lower corner of my tummy. A "Hey Mom! I'm a real -hic-cup- thing! See you soon!" Yesterday s/he was doing bicycle kicks.)

Here's a picture of what some people thought was weird, but I am pretty proud of. Us as Bacon&Egg. (The old lady who helped me pick out fabric at the store thought this was the wackiest idea she'd ever heard. It was adorable.) I have some thoughts about how to make a better bacon next time, but I was surprised how many people knew what Stefin was, even when I wasn't right beside him for context.

I've been feeling a little throat-and-lung ill today and yesterday, but fortunately I have tomorrow off for election day. That means I can sleep in and then have a restful day of grading in addition to doing my democratic duties.

Eggsellent.