People are now offering me their seats on the subway. I am officially pregnant.
I know I keep harping on this, but I can't get over the size of my stomach. Yesterday a woman asked me when I was due and when I told her I swear to Christmas she did a double-take. I mean, I'm not Salma Hayek - yet (have you seen her lately? I think her baby is growing out of her boobs) but this kid is definitely making himself comfortable. Speaking of, I think I feel him moving around. All the websites describe the baby's movements as a "fluttering" feeling or like having butterflies in your stomach, but mine's more like a soft kicking. Usually. Sometimes it gets a little more demanding. (Which, according to my husband, comes as no surprise.) I'm not sure if this is normal but unless it gets crazy intense or there's bleeding - WHICH THERE WON'T BE - I'm not going to worry about it. Did you all have the fluttering? Is my kid a ninja?
My appetite is still raging. My food schedule now goes something like this: breakfast, lunch, snack, pre-dinner, dinner, snack. This is why I go to the gym and climb the twelve flights to my apartment every morning. (Winded! So very winded!) True, most of my gym time is spent running back and forth to the bathroom, but at least I feel like I'm doing something. Even if it's mostly just peeing in a different locale.