Losing the belly button

Tomorrow we will be at 25 weeks in this pregnancy...and as of last weekend we are mourning the loss of my belly button. A friendly classmate asked me last week if I was going to have twins. She is single and thus I forgive her. I'm rediscovering the creativity needed to be pregnant. Here is how I have survived the first 1.5 trimesters....

1st trimester:

- I decided I would not do any house cleaning as the cleaning products made me extra nauseous.  This was Rick's favorite decree.
- As I was easily getting woozy on buses, I attempted to go against my people-pleasing nature and force my way into the last remaining seat on the bus. Even if an old man got on, I would let someone else offer him a seat. This took a lot of willpower..but I affirmed myself with the thought that I could only truly be responsible for one of us not passing out while standing.
- I bought lots of heavy groceries on grocery trips so I could justify taking a taxi up our hill instead of walking. :)
- I decided I would just not wash any pants. Without the benefit of a wash and a dryer, my pants would stretch with me. Supposedly. 

2nd trimester:
- I get to eat double portions of my favorite foods....and claim pregnancy nauseau for my less-than-favorite foods.
- I unbutton my coat when getting on the bus so people know I'm pregnant and freely offer me a seat.
- We've convinced Micah that only Dad should be rough-housed with for 'everyone's health'.
- I've decided I won't drink any liquids after 2pm so that I can sleep through the night. I have yet to follow this one.