But now I know for a fact that there is, and holy wow is it starting to feel strange. I feel like there's a fish in my stomach. Or popcorn popping or something. I feel like an aquarium or a microwave and nobody's warnings could have prepared me for this.
Let me just say that there are a lot of girls around my age whose babies are due in October and November of this year, and that Daniel and I have kind of been watching from the sidelines as they all grow and experience and enjoy. Like I said, I've felt the baby. I've seen the baby via ultrasound once, a day before thirteen weeks. But even those whose due dates are behind mine have already learned the sexes of their children. Their stomachs have already begun to show hints of what it's up to. I feel like I've been lagging behind.
It's weird, isn't it? That this is pretty much the one time in a woman's life that she could possibly be disappointed by the fact that her stomach wasn't any larger when she woke up today?
Anyway, I was woken up early this morning with a desperate need to use the restroom (because my bladder is obviously shrinking) and...seriously. It's not a huge difference, but it's finally starting to show. I'm not to that cute stage yet that I can't wait to get to so I just kind of feel like I ate too much. But hey, I have something to at least start getting excited about.