I have found the weirdest thing.  You know when you get a fountain drink and the lid has those little “bubbles” that you can push down to indicate whether it is diet or something else?  And you know how sometimes you get that one that keeps popping out?  No matter how many times you push it down, it just keeps popping out!  Well, apparently, a pregnant woman’s belly button is a lot like that.  I was sitting around the house the other night, and I decided to check out my belly button (don’t judge. . . this is my life, you’re just a spectator).  I was fascinated to find that it’s getting really shallow.  Suddenly, I had this unexplainable desire to push on it (don’t forget, still MY life).  Well, it did something that I totally wasn’t expecting.  It pushed in! (like the little button on the top of a soda. . . get the correlation now??)  Of course, when I let go, it popped right out.  As you can imagine, I was shocked, so I immediately told Kylie, “Oh my gosh!!  You gotta try this!”  (come on, you can’t keep something like that to yourself. . . it would be rude, or something)  Being a good daughter, and quite inquisitive anyway, she obliged.  Then, she and I took turns pushing on my belly button.  I love my husband dearly, so I just couldn’t leave him out of the “magic of the moment”.  He was apprehensive but tried it anyway.  He immediately jumped back and looked at me like he had been struck with the realization that he had married a circus freak.  But we all know that “train wreck” theory, so he tried it again.  On his second attempt, he noticed that there is a hole behind it in the muscle.  Of course, Kylie and I had to get in on that action.  I think we were all completely entertained by my belly button for a good 15 minutes.  Just another exciting night at the Brandon home. 

Keep in mind I am completely grossed out by anything remotely related to feet, but strangely enough, I find myself inviting people to stick their finger in my belly button.  I have been dreading the day that a perfect stranger walks up to me and wants to rub my belly (the lady that works in the cafeteria at our corporate office didn’t really count).  Now, I can’t wait!  My response will be, “I’m really not comfortable with that. . . but here, check out my belly button!”