Yeah, I'm a microwave.

Okay, so from the first time I felt this baby kick (from the outside at least - I was never really sure if that was what I was feeling inside and therefore didn't get too excited about it), I've been madly in love with my baby. Before that experience, I sort of only mentioned the pregnancy in passing. I honestly think I was afraid of bad omens, and of making a big deal out of something uncertain. I mean, all I knew was that I was puking my guts out. I didn't feel like there was a tiny person inside of me.

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.

Thirteen weeks

I know that it's just going to keep getting stronger, and I'm honestly so happy that I was able to feel this baby as early as I did. Everyone warned me that, being my first pregnancy, it wouldn't happen until much later, but I know I finally accepted what those flutters really were at about 17 weeks, and I know that just a week or two later I felt my baby kick my hand. And then it was real.

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.