I sent this video to Willem this morning, with the subject line, “I have no idea what they’re talking about.”
But, honestly… they’re totally right.
I try hard to remember that the rest of the world is not quite as focused on my uterus as I am, and thus to find other things to gripe and obsess about here, or update Facebook with, or otherwise structure conversations around. But I have a constant low-grade baby-awareness feed running through my head, and last night it only got worse, because I am positive I felt the baby move – both internally and with my hand on my stomach.
I think I’ve been feeling it for a week or two, actually, but didn’t let myself admit it because all of the pregnancy books – bastards – and websites – charlatans – insist that I really couldn’t be feeling any movement before 16 weeks (I’m a few days shy of 15 right now). “It’s probably just your intestines,” they proclaimed, and so I’d lower my head and go about my day. But seriously, if my intestines can do a full-body barrel roll, followed by a distinct kick-and-twist sort of dance move, I should be seeing a gastroenterologist, or perhaps seeing if there are any Aliens-type films that need extras, because there’s something decidedly unusual going on in there.
So after a straw poll, of my 200 closest friends on Facebook (half of whom I wouldn’t recognize on the street, but we’re likethis, man) and on a message board, I’ve decided, screw the books. I’ve been this pregnant twice before, and I know what that feeling is. I’m certain I didn’t feel Emily move until I was about 19 weeks along, and for Jacob it was just shy of 18, but this one has at least a month’s jump on them. Admittedly, I’m about 15 pounds lighter than I was at this point with Jacob, so maybe that contributes. I dunno.
So, smug? Yeah, though I try most of the time to keep it more at “serenely preoccupied” than “snotty and superior.”