Unraveling Belly Button....

As a child I was quite certain that the doctor in charge of tying up my belly button may have failed in someway and that sucker was due to unravel at any moment. It's a secret fear that my belly button would unravel and I would just spill out. Kind of like when you think you tied the water balloon and as soon as you release it, your covered in water.

When I was little, I would peer into my belly button; yes into (I have an extreme inny with a slight protrusion...a nubbin if you will). I hated the way it looked all smooth and then that weird bubble and so deep in I had to stretch my belly to get a good look at it.

As I get further into my pregnancy, my childhood fascination with my belly button has surfaced. I peer, I touch it and ask other people to touch it. It is moving closer and closer to the rim of my belly and today it changed to a dingy brown color. It looks like a M&M fell in and I didn't clean it out good enough. Hmmm, I hope that isn't what happened. Either way the dark colored circle is rising to the surface...and I am hoping it doesn't unravel!

Some ideas take time....

An idea that started in March has now extended through the summer and now into fall!

I have a good excuse.....

Months pass quickly while you are in a coma. My husband and I are expecting our first child and my first trimester landed me in a pit of fog. I slept and I slept and when I wasn't sleeping I was wadding around in a thick fog the bogged me down and sucked the life right out of me.

No exaggeration it was that bad.

While I was busy sleeping, I was also very busy building a human being inside my body...so there is my excuse.

The fog it has lifted! But it has left me with a certain amount of dumbness that really makes things fun. I find things like parmesan cheese in the silverware drawer and milk in the cupboard; but I am glad to find those things. Somethings, I can not find at all like my brown stretchy pants.

The bigger my belly gets the better things seem to be, so I have gotten off the comfy couch and and planted my feet on the cold tile floor of my kitchen. I've been turning out practice goods and cooking up ideas! I am ready once again to make my debut.....Ada Marie's will live on!