Well, it's been just short of 96 hours since I had a man stick a 14 gauge needle through my stomach so I could adorn it with little sparkly things.
So far, so good. Night one was a bit dicey. I didn't even want the bedclothes touching my tummy. Night two was much better. And night three, even better still.
It's a bit achey and I don't want anthing but the loosest of cotton tops touching it, but no sign of infection. I am comforted to know that at least right now my stomach is not going to fall off (although come to think of it, that might not be so bad).
On the plus side (of which there are many plusses, quite frankly) I've come to embrace my poochy tummy.
I've had a poochy tummy my whole life. In size six pants, still had poochy tummy. Before I had a baby I had a poochy tummy. One baby and an extra 45 pounds of pregnancy weight gain (that is now gone, thank you very much) did nothing to improve the poochy tummyniess of it all.
But now I have a cute little ring in my belly button, right over the little poochy bit, and you know what? It's really cute.
Posted by beth at August 28, 2003 03:19 PMWait a minute...your stomach can fall off if you get a pierced belly button and it gets infected? I knew I was going about losing my stomach the wrong way!
Posted by: Gavin at August 30, 2003 01:36 PMGav hun, I'll go with you and hold your hand if you want. Men think it's very sexy you know.
Posted by: beth at August 31, 2003 01:50 AM