Yesterday I had my very first "oh man, was that the baby moving???" moment. I was sitting at my desk at work and I felt a little flutter or tickle-type feeling just an inch or so below my belly button. It was different enough from normal "stomach rumblings" that it caught my attention and made me wonder. I sat very, very still for a long time, hoping it would happen again, but no such luck. I figure one of two things has to be true: either 1) that feeling was just gas or something (oh, pregnancy, you are so glamorous) and in a few weeks when I'm definitely feeling movement I will laugh at my dumb previous self, or 2) it really was the baby, and in a few weeks when I'm definitely feeling movement I will say, "yup, that was it." I hope it's the latter!
I'm just very anxious to actually feel something. I feel like for the last few weeks I've been in this sort of weird limbo-type place, where it's easy to forget (or just not believe) that this is all actually happening. I mean, for the first trimester, I had constant nausea and unbearable fatigue that was a nonstop reminder that my body was growing another person. Now, my nausea is pretty much entirely gone and although I'm still tired, it's no longer that "I might actually die if I don't sleep RIGHT NOW" feeling. Of course, I am not complaining about these things, but for the most part I feel pretty normal (with the exception of still having the appetite of a college-aged boy - I want to eat EVERYTHING, all the time). I'm still a few weeks out from really feeling any definite movement I think, so the only thing that's really happening now is that my stomach is getting rounder - even my loosest non-maternity work pants are starting to feel a bit snug. But I still feel like, if you didn't know me and looked at me, you couldn't be sure if I have a baby belly or a beer belly. I guess I'm just anxious for some reminder other than my expanding gut that things are really happening in there.
But, I do have another regular appointment with my OB next Wednesday, so I'll get to hear the heartbeat again, which is always a good time. Then, two weeks from tomorrow is our anatomy scan - and I'm proud to say I have not yet died of anticipation, but it has been rough. (Hey, have you noticed that I added a poll to the right-hand side of the blog? Click to vote if you think Baby W. is a boy or a girl! Really, please vote. It's how I am keeping myself entertained during this super-long wait and not sneaking off for a top-secret elective ultrasound before our official gender reveal date.)
So, that's the baby update for this week. For you moms out there - do you remember when you first felt your little one move? How far along were you? What did it feel like?