Nicole is pregnant, and she’s getting to the very pregnant part of her pregnancy, so her bellybutton is about to pop out. And tonight, she exclaimed that it’s really pink and she was really freaked out about it. I happen to think that it’s cool that she’s getting to see a part of her body that most people don’t get to see that closely (except people with outies, which, wow, what a life to always have your bellybutton just hanging out).
So, then we started talking about how we’ll never really see our bones, and Justin said something about a full body x-ray, which led to me entering the very best phrase I’ve ever typed into Google:
"does the airport see my bones"
The airport. Not the TSA. The entire airport. Also, the way I asked if it could see, as if it’s anything other than a building. We all laughed at me so hard for a while.
Living with a pregnant person has been such a weird and wild ride. I have learned things I never wanted to know about babies and ladies, and I’ve surprised myself with how emotional I am about another person’s imminent infant, and I’ve also thought about really fun stuff I’d never ever think about. Like my bones. And whether the airport can see them.