Some of you sweets have inquired about my current preggo state. Thank you, by the way, I do really appreciate that. Specifically, ya’ll are wondering what I, and the bump, look like.

The truth is. You can’t really tell I’m preg. I know I know. Don’t cry for me, Argentina. Or hate on me too much. Do I need to remind you that I was a fat kid? And that I didn’t look normal till my sophomore year of high school? That’s a long time, People. I put my dues in.

I figure the least I am owed by the Pregnancy Gods is to look halfway decent. No one is more shocked at this than I. One never knows what to expect preggo, and I certainly didn’t think I’d be at 20 weeks not even really showing.

I hadn’t really thought too much about my non growing belly, until everyone started pointing it out. Asking if, everything was okay in there. It made me a little self conscious and I felt very reassured Thursday that everything looks great with FOH, including growth and weight — 12 ounces!!

At my last appointment I had asked my doctor when I could expect to start feeling the baby move. She said to give it another 4-6 weeks {that put me at three weeks on Thursday} till I might start to really feel things.

Last night, lounging on the couch with The BF, I suddenly felt something solid and flip-flopy like around my belly button. It made me take a sharp breath in, and just as I was about to say, what in the hell was that?!, it happened again and I realized, I’m just finally feeling FOH.

Houston, we have movement! I have never been so enthralled. Waiting to see where I might feel another kick or punch, knee, or whatever it is that I’m being jabbed at with. I continued to move The BF’s hand to each place I felt the baby, and he was equally amazed.

Our little yogi. Seems like it must be fun and relaxing in there. And warm. I’m kinda envious.