Belly Button Lint

The last few days have been extremely stressful for me. I know that I created a lot of (all of) the stress myself, but I still think it's high time that I took a look at the lighter side of pregnancy for a bit.

What I am about to share is so extremely disgusting that you might not want to read it. I'm serious. Absolutely revolting. In fact, don't read it. Go to someone else's blog. Please

Why are you still reading?

Okay, you've been warned. . .

So, we have two dogs. Both are shedders extraordinaire. I love them, but hate their fur. It gets everywhere. And I do mean everywhere.

I am used to picking the little white and black furs out of my belly button. Sometimes, they really get wedged in there and I have to use tweezers. Ewww, gross, and it's only getting worse.

The other night, I was sitting in my favorite comfy chair, positioned in such a way that I could see my belly button pretty clearly. I realized that it was starting to widen a little bit and change shape. Intrigued, I prodded at it and realized that there was a clump of what looked to be five or six white furs sticking out. I went to pull them out and met some resistance. I tugged harder and. . . really, you should stop reading.

I pulled out a clump of what can only be described as Belly Button Goo attached to those five hairs. And it was stinky, too, kind of the smell that you would get after leaving a bandaid on too long. I was a little fascinated by the fact that these hairs might have been stuck in this previously unexposed region for years. Only due to the fact that my changing stomach is now forcing them outward was I able to finally clean what could be years of fur and goo out of my lint trap. I even used a little rubbing alcohol to make sure it was really clean.

My belly button is now fresh as a daisy.

My husband is disgusted. Especially after he thought about what might be lurking deep within his own button. And now you'll be thinking about it, too.