Whoa. My belly is suddenly round. Seriously: suddenly. When did this happen? 18 weeks and POOF! Belly! I mean, I can look down and see it, you know, protruding.
AND I think I felt movement in there for the first time, about an hour ago. It's so hard to describe what it felt like -- it was kind of like when your stomach growls, but, you know, not your stomach. And then there was a small swift flipping sensation, like a fish turning over. Little fishy.
I've been waiting and waiting for this. It's so exciting! It's just all been so . . . abstract . . . these past months, no matter how hard you try to really believe there's a baby growing in there, you look at your belly and . . . I don't know, the imagination fails. Like when you stand inside the Roman Coliseum or the seraglio of Topkapi Palace, and try to really imagine them back in the day, thronged with gladiators or concubines, and your brain just will not conjure it? But NOW, now that there's some belly roundness, and not just that, but this strange substantialness to it, and this little fish is flipping over, it begins to be real. I begin to be able to truly grasp the fact there is (ohmygosh!) something living inside of me.
Which brings me to the T-shirt my darling sister just sent me:
Ultrasound in two weeks to find out if it's a girl parasite or a boy parasite! I have no prediction whatsoever, and neither does Jim. No preference either. SO curious, though!!!!!!!
It's a gloomy, rainy, windy day today with trash cans rolling down the street, and I am writing writing writing. That's what the rest of the weekend holds in store too (and indeed, the entire month of March): writing writing writing. With mint tea and naps and cooking intermingled, and Leroy following me from room to room without fail, in that darling dog way. Jim is upstairs reinstalling software, which will hopefully stem the flow of sudden, explosive cursing that has been increasing in frequency as Photoshop keeps quitting on him while he tries to finish the last of the Lips Touch illustrations. Fingers crossed!
And speaking of Lips Touch, we got an ARC! Eeeep! It's so fabulous! It wasn't a "Back to the Future box," just a single copy, but I hope I will get more; I really want to give one or two away here. AND I really want to show it, but I haven't been given the go-ahead yet, darn it. So I shall continue to be mysterious . . .
Back to writing now, with my body *listening* for fishy :-)