I have a really deep belly button. It’s like the Bermuda Triangle of belly buttons, things go in and never come out. I can’t wear navel rings with sharp points because they end up stabbing me from the inside. I have to clean it with a Q-tip. I know this is probably way too much information, but I’m kind of freaking out. My belly button may be weird but I LIKE it this way. Today I was looking at my growing stomach in the mirror when I noticed I can almost see all the way into it. I just graduated to maternity pants and now my belly button suddenly decides it wants to be part of the Great Baby Show of 2008-2009? Was it feeling left out? I promise, belly button, I won’t forget you. You’ll get plenty of attention, even if you don’t stick out like a third nipple. Please please stay the way you are.

I look wicked pregnant in this dress – but I would have looked pregnant in this dress even if I wasn’t pregnant. Please to be making fun of E’s hat if you’d like. Unfortunately, he almost never has to wear it.

Enjoying our new it-doesn’t-matter-if-we’re-having-a-baby-and-are-expected-to-be-financially-responsible-and-behave-like-adults-YOU-CAN’T-MAKE-US present aka our new boat.

Oh hi, like my jeans? Yes I know they’re very stylish and cute, and look good even with this non-baggy shirt.

STRETCHY WAIST! Really, I can’t tell you how much I love maternity pants. I’m going to stay pregnant forever. No wait! I take it back!

Friday is the less fancy ball, the Khaki Ball. I tried on my dress this morning and am happy to report it still fits and still makes my boobs look fanfrickintastic. Saturday is the keel-laying ceremony for E’s new submarine. The keel-laying is formal for the guys, which means full on Top Gun whites. I can’t take pictures at the actual event but I’ll be sure to get at least one before he can change.