I’m pleased to announce that I finally started feeling movement.

It happened more suddenly than I would have thought. Friday morning (19.5 weeks) I had a quick checkup at the OB/GYN, which went just fine (she even found the heartbeat in a timely fashion). But when asked if I had felt movement yet I had to say, “Noooo!” in my most disappointed voice. The doctor explained that it might feel a bit like gas at first, and described the feeling as “little blips” in the lower portion of my abdomen. She added that since all my organs are pushed up to make way for the uterus, any minor twinge that I felt south of the bellybutton was actually the baby somersaulting away.

So it was either her explanation and me paying closer attention, or perhaps just one huge coincidence, but later that night I finally felt my first “blip!” And then I felt another, and another, and yeah it’s been pretty much nonstop since then whenever I’m sitting very still or lying in bed.

So what does it feel like? On my BBT Facebook page, I posted that it was “like my stomach is an aquarium and the fish keep bumping against the sides.” Even a few days later, that’s still my best description. There is bumping, but it’s not sharp, it’s very fluid in nature. I think “blip!” is an accurate way to describe it, too. It’s pretty damn amazing. But also… a little creepy?

This, more than anything, has made it feel real. Like, really real. There’s a person in there, nudging me. It’s just a little bizarre… and yes, creepy! Good creepy, awesome creepy, miraculous creepy, but creepy nonetheless. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. And just when I get used to the “blip!” I’ll start feeling the kid throwing elbows, which will take a whole other adjustment period.

Which brings me to my next point. My husband. My dear, dear husband. I’ve already hinted that he’s keeping a safe distance, not getting his hopes too high, etc., etc… but this latest development in the pregnancy journey has uncovered a whole new issue to contend with. He also thinks I’m creepy. And he wants to keep his distance, both literally and figuratively.

The fact that I’m feeling movement just kind of weirds him out. That along with my rapidly changing body and most likely rapidly changing hormones. My stomach is huge, my boobs are huge, and overall it’s like I’m ripening – like a piece of fruit. It’s not that he’s grossed out, per se… it’s more that he’s shocked and amazed, too, but in a “why don’t you just stand way over there for now while I assess this situation” kind of way.

It’s tough. On one hand I want to pout and stomp my feet because hey, isn’t this what we wanted all along? But on the other, I can’t help but agree with him, since I find it all a little crazy, too. I guess what I’m saying is that I know where he’s coming from, and I don’t necessarily blame him for this type of reaction. Plus I’m confident enough at this point to laugh it off rather than wallow in self-pity over the fact that my husband is just a little bit…well, frightened of me.

This is something I haven’t seen much on the blogs. I cannot be the only one! Please tell me someone else had to go through an adjustment period with their husband/significant other. Or hey, maybe he kept his distance the whole time. At this point, I’m just assuming that’s what will happen, since I’m only going to get bigger/creepier as time goes on.

He actually said to me the other day, “I’m starting to rethink this whole pregnancy thing. Can’t we just… have it dropped off when it’s done growing or something?”

I replied, “You mean…like the stork? Like we have a stork bring us a newborn?”

He agreed to that plan. And during this conversation, on the inside, Baby Crumb went “blip!”

And that’s what’s going on with me.