I officially am now feeling the baby moving all about in my belly. When we saw the ultrasound on Monday, the baby was moving a ton, which probably gave me the confidence to identify the feelings as the baby.
It's the weirdest thing ever, if you think about it. The best way I can describe the feeling is if I imagined what it would feel like if a Lilliputian or Tinkerbell was in me, kicking and floundering about.
So my baby either looks like this:
Or like this:
(The little ones, not Jack Black. Let's pray my baby doesn't look like Jack Black.)
Then again, I can't help but think of space aliens when I feel a kick. Like last night when I woke up at 4 a.m. (ravenous, of course) and feeling the baby kick, all I could think of was this clip from Space Balls. I can't help but think it's actually a space alien inside me, waiting to burst out and begin singing. But in my memory, I prefer to picture Michigan J. Frog singing and dancing, rather than that slimy lizard. So my baby also could look like this:
I guess we'll have to just wait and see!
And while I'm on the topic of babies, here's a blog post about parenting I found both funny and helpful.