Of course, stomach lint does not fall into the "awesome" category when it comes to blog topics, but in this case I couldn't resist.
This is the direct result of someone who left a comment in my last blog telling me to "stick to the news" and stop sharing "too much information". Of course, the irony being that this is a blog. My blog. And, I know I'm pregnant and they say your brain sort of goes during those 9 months, but try as I might I just don't recall breathing down Jack's neck and forcing him to read it.
So, in the interest of doing the least non-newsy, TMI thing I can possibly think of, let me tell you about my stomach lint. When you're pregnant, you have none. The lint has no place to hide. And I've gotten to that point where my belly button is huge and someday I can tell it's going to pop. It will move from the inside out and act as a tiny lighthouse on this sea of belly skin, announcing to the world "HIDE YOUR CHOCOLATE. SHE'S HEADED YOUR WAY." Which is fine when you're not on TV, but I suspect I'll need duct tape to keep mine in check when she finally does pop, lest people watch me in 'Stunning High Def' and wonder aloud, "Honey, come here and look. Did she clip her microphone to her waistband?"
Of course, I could wear belly button hiding shirts like this:
The problem with this shirt is primarily the color. Flesh-tone shirts have a way of getting the viewer's attention. I don't know. This might work on-air. Only one way to find out, right? This picture was snapped yesterday at our new studio rehearsal. It looks sweeeeet inside. I'm really excited to move down there. No date yet. Soon, though. Soon. I will keep you posted about that!
Off to go do my 7pm....