Avocado

Today is 16 weeks. Two things of note:

1. I am showing. Not a lot. Not enough that a stranger on the street would notice. But enough that I can tell, and that S. can put his hands on my abdomen and say, "Huh... that's different." I am now wearing only maternity pants. I have one pair. They are the shortest pair that I could find, after going to 5 stores. I still had to cut 3 inches off the bottom and then hem them (finally putting that sewing machine to good use). Most pairs of maternity pants, when held up to my body such that the length hits my ankles correctly, come up well past my breasts. (As my friend C. said on seeing this, "Cool! Strapless pants! Jeans and a tube top, all in one!") Now admittedly, I'm a little on the short side (5' 4") but I'm not that short. I don't have this problem finding normal pants. What's up with maternity pants? I ordered two more pairs on-line this week, and I am just accepting the fact that I'll need to pull out the sewing machine again before I can wear them.

2. I think that I'm starting to feel the baby move. I didn't expect to feel anything for another 2 weeks or more, but on Friday we were watching a DVD and I felt a weird ... fluttering ... on the left side of my abdomen. I only half believed it, but last night, as I was trying to fall asleep, I felt it again, for longer, in about the same place. So there you have it. There's something moving around in there. We watched two movies this weekend, and I only felt the baby moving around excitedly during one of them, so we also now know something about little Barack's movie preferences. Disney musicals are good. Zombie horror movies, not so much.