No question about it–this kid is on a sleep-wake schedule, as indicated by all the tiny punches and kicks I’ve been receiving every few hours. Mike can finally feel the baby kick, although it took some convincing that that’s what what he felt and I had to swear up and down that I wasn’t doing it. Not unlike the promises made around the table playing with a Ouija board as a kid. Actually, we can both see my stomach move with some of the kicks, which is pretty cool and kinda gross at the same time.
I’ve definitely “popped” this week. Not that I thought I was hiding a bump successfully but I just didn’t think it was that obvious unless you were looking for it. Earlier this week I realized that my whole midsection looks like a prosthetic and my navel is getting shallower. I went shopping with a girlfriend and she had to ask what was going on as I giggled while trying on clothes. Last night on the way to dinner I caught a reflection of my profile in a store window and thought I had stumbled into a funhouse.
Alternatively, I haven’t really gotten a whole lot of attention from strangers, which I guess is a blessing. I’ve heard stories of some overly vocal acquaintances/coworkers/strangers inviting themselves into someone’s pregnancy. I have gotten some extra attention from my “friends” at the gym. The quotes are because I don’t actually know a lot of their names but I’ve seen then several times a week for the last 3 years so I can hardly call them strangers. One lady, a former Austrian gymnast still with incredible flexibility whose daughter just had a baby recently, actually put together a gift bag for us and I was assured by the husband of an elderly German couple that “on behalf of the weight room”, they were all pulling for me. I’m tickled.