A Baby in There!
Yes, there really IS a baby growing in my tummy. It’s strange at the moment because now that the morning sickness is gone, I am starting to feel normal again. Ok, ok I know, I’m not “normal”. 😉 But I really am feeling more like myself than I was a week or two ago.
I’m not really sure what I thought pregnancy would feel like. I thought that it would feel different somehow than how I normally felt. Instead I feel like I always did, so it’s like I am in pregnancy limbo. I am no longer sick, which let me know that I was pregnant constantly and I don’t feel any big kicks yet without really sitting very still and concentrating really hard on my belly.
Even though I can feel the “quickening” as it is called at this stage, it is only fleeting seconds of life, where I end up asking myself “Was that the baby?” By the time I ask myself that, it is over and I wait for something else, bigger to happen. I know that it is the baby because this is a very low sensation almost as if you are holding a water balloon and someone comes up and taps on the top of it. That reverberation of the tap through the balloon and the water is what it feels like.
So my doctor’s appointment on Friday (for those of you who are not twittering with Derek now) went very well. She said that I am perfectly where I should be for between 15 and 16 weeks. YAY! Almost 4 months! And we did get to hear our little one’s heartbeat. 144, which is right in the middle of the norm, so that made me feel good.
I am starting to show, which is great for those people who were waiting for me to get fat. My Mother told me the other day “I am starting to think you are going to have a girl, because they make your butt get big.” It didn’t hit me until later what that actually meant. Yes, my ass is the size of, well I actually HAVE an ass now. Another person who is always bringing it up to me is Derek. But of course, he brings it up for different reasons. Needless to say, I am proud of my belly and can’t help but be tempted to buy that t-shirt in Spencer Gifts that reads…. “I’m fat because I’m pregnant, what’s your excuse!” But that would just be too rude, right? I still think it would be a great shirt to wear to like the Wing Fest, or Taste of Buffalo. 🙂
If Derek took pics of me that were actually postable, I would show you what I mean, but until that day comes, you’ll have to imagine skinny me with a baby belly and larger ass. Please, don’t waste your valuable time or imagination with that one. 🙂