Okay, belly button is really uncomfortable, like someone poked it.
   
Or, of course, it could be a hernia. How's that for an offering to the pessimism gods?

Magical thinking. It seems bad luck, jinxy, tempting fate to expect the best. But that's not the way it works for S. She expects the best and gets it. What experience do I have to tell me that always expecting the worst actually helps?

Okay, now my belly button is annoying me so much that I unbuttoned my trousers and tucked the flaps in... maybe I just need bigger pants.