Although my current level of interest in getting my “pre-baby body” back ranges somewhere between my interest in seeing the Hannah Montana movie on opening night and having my toenails removed with rusty pliers, it’s hard not think about how long it’s going to take to fit into anything but maternity clothes. To make myself feel a little better, I put my belly button ring back in today. Not that anyone – including E – is going to see it any time soon, but it’s a relief that a) it didn’t close so I have a scar but no hole and b) my belly button has retracted enough that I don’t have a third nipple at waist level.