The button in the middle of my belly

I have a button and its not from my shirt. I have a button and its not from my skirt. I have a button that's a part of me, its the button in the middle of my belly. Its my belly button, and its right underneath my sweater, its my belly button, and its holding me together.

My belly button never "popped out" while I was pregnant with Israel. It was damn near close though. Had he been bigger than 4.5 pounds, then it probably would have. My belly this time has already popped out though and I'm only 4 months along. My belly button on the other hand is about to pop out. I can see the inside of it. While a few months my belly button hole was the length of a third of my pinky (yes, I sometimes stick my finger in my belly button and I like to put my nose in Jeff's belly button...but only because he can't stand it) Now, the end of my belly button is near and I can see it, I don't even have to stick my finger in it. Its crazy.
I bet if I did a study, I would find that black women's belly buttons pop out more than white women's do. Ever time I see a pregnant black woman, I can see the little bump that it the inside of her belly button. I want to push it and see if it comprably to pulling someones finger. If you poked me in my belly button, I bet I'd fart. I get awfully gassy while pregnant. Jeff does too...he has all the pregnancy symptoms and then some. I think I'll let him carry the next child...maybe science will have caught up by then.

This new Irwin has been kicking me all day. Probably because it hears all the gas moving around inside. Poor p-nut.