Actually… it’s the baby.
In other words, I felt the baby move for the first time a couple of days ago. It’s an odd sensation: I feel a deep, firm heaviness in my lower abdominal area, and then a subtle, rolling sensation, kind of like a Shiatsu massager, begins. Tadpole gets pretty active when I wake up, after I eat, and (as I found out today) after Chinese martial arts.
I have a colleague who’s in her early fifties, and her last kid was born sixteen years ago. She comes by my office asking me, “Have you felt the fish yet?” — which is her way of asking me if I felt the baby move yet. Well, I guess when I see her again, I can say, “Yes… but it doesn’t feel like a fish.”
On a related note: I’m hoping to find out whether Tadpole’s a girl or boy this coming Thursday (when I have my next prenatal exam). Most of my folks and friends hope it’s a girl. To which I reply, “Don’t look at me — all of my eggs are X. It’s the daddy’s job if it was slow but hardy X sperm — for a girl — that got there first, or fast but delicate Y sperm — for a boy.”
When I asked the Hubby for a comment to this statement, the Hubby replied, “I’m supposed to have a comment for that?”