According to the mighty gods of pregnancy manual lore, it is not standard to feel a baby move in utero until 16-20 weeks. That is unless (What to Expect tells me) you are "very, very slim" or maybe in second pregnancy--but only then, at around 16 weeks. "So stop deluding yourself--it's gas... or constipation. Eat some All-Bran already"
Well. I am at 13 weeks, and I am certainly not "very, very slim"--though first-trimester-and-counting nausea has brought me closer to that ever elusive BMI than I have been in several [cough] years. Sad thing is you can't really revel in your rediscovered bone structure, when all you really want is to actually enjoy your fricking food again, and get the hell away from those noxious fumes of foodstuffs like the odious peanut butter or anything resembling a whole grain. Yup, this lady who prided herself on torturing her family with high fiber cereals, whole grain bread, pasta, rice, and all that other healthy shit (producing pre-grocery-visit store pleas of "can we get some normal cereal. Like Cheerios? Please?") well now you'll find me sitting with a bowl of Honeycomb cereal, or grilled american cheese on cheap-ass white bread.
Please do not plague me with your stinking food of nutritional value. Please pass the Cheeze-Its. And let me say I love my doctor, who, when I mentioned that I was eating like shit because I felt a bit like shit, said "Aww poor thing, you are just wanting the safe and bland food of childhood. Of course you are. Don't even worry about it..." These are words I treasure safely as I watch Honey We're Killing the Kids and chomp through a family-size box of Jujy Fruits. (And then I wonder why I feel a bit sick....) (sidenote: who the hell gets a family to shift to "eating more fish" by producing squid on the first meal?)
So maybe it is constipation. But I don't think so. Since 11 weeks, I have been feeling something.
Sproglet is on the move....
Yes, I am pretty sure of my dates, because unlike the first one, this pregnancy actually was precipitated by a little planning on our parts. And now, at 13+ weeks, and I sit and type this, there is something distinctly Bo-Jangly going on down in these here parts, and I am thinking we might end up birthing a magnum-sized baby (goodbye pelvic wall!) with impressively long arms and legs. Either that, or he/she is of the acrobatic, athletic sort (which produces pleasing image of in utero Cirque de Soleil, but without the fetishism)
Anyway, Sproglet, you are a mover and a shaker, and like your gorgeous brother, don't much pay heed to what the manuals say. Welcome to the loving chaos that is your family, and don't get any ideas about the Jujy Fruits. Jujy Fruits, Jelly Bellies, and Dove Bars are the special things that mummy eats when pressed fertively between the food cupboard/fridge doors. It's apple slices and raisins for "treats" when you hit that age 'K?
Addendum to "poor me, I am nauseaus" pity-party. Have just returned from lunch with friend, where I managed to ram an alarming quantity of california rolls and green-tea icecream down my gullet. Goodbye cheekbones, and heLLO Ms. fatty-fat-fat. I've missed you, baby.