Monday I felt a flutter in my tummy that made me giggle. Could it be the baby moving?
Tuesday, when I felt the same flutter at around the same time (right when I was relaxing for bed) I felt more sure – it had to be the baby. Especially when they seemed to respond to my husband’s attempts to find them.
So of course, I had to call my mom.
"It’s too soon, though, isn’t it? I’m not yet 16 weeks!" I asked her.
"Well…most women don’t know what to feel for…"
"What was that?!"
"I think the baby just tickled my insides."
It’s a disconcerting feeling – though reassuring at the same time – to have something moving inside your abdomen. I keep half way expecting an alien to pop out at any moment. (That movie must’ve traumatized pregnant women everywhere.) And how I can be sure? I mean, it could be gas – so much of my life is gas at this point. There’s no ruling that out, especially when I feel a giant, downward, "lub" that feels like my entire stomach is phalumphing over.
I’ll officially hit week 16 tomorrow – and I’m still barfy…well, more like retchy. I’ve regressed back to how I felt at the very beginning of the pregnancy, just with less minute-to-minute queasiness. I’ve also found that I can now stop eating six times a day. I still eat more small meals than I did before, but I no longer get into these eat-or-barf situations every two hours.
In a word…great!
And in other words….yummy, tasty, fun, warm…puppyful…
This Thanksgiving bit o’ thanks goes out to jrome58. Thanks for making me part of your family. Other than a little Uncle-y weirdness, I’m completely freaked out by how much I like hanging out with your relatives. Can I get one in-law stereotype…please?