Well, I've given up on wearing pants for the time being.  Ever have that feeling that you're pants are two sizes too small, then you ate thanksgiving dinner, and a whole bag of chips, and a half gallon of ice cream, and you're still wearing the too small pants?  That's how I felt - even in maternity pants. 

Hellooo maternity dresses.  What a wonderful invention!  Finally - comfort!  AND in addition to the fact that my belly popped out spontaneously about three days ago, these dresses definately make me look pregnant with their baggy front regions and pleats.  I'm actually kind of enjoying looking pregnant instead of just a bloated fat person.  Now I imagine that people no longer wonder why I'm waddling around holding my belly (from either marveling at the movement or attempting to alieviate the pain from sneezing, coughing, clearing my throat, getting up to fast...or simply existing.)

I went back to the used clothing store and bought five more dresses.  And my very, very sweet sister in law sent me a maternity dress from Japan for my birthday - and it acutally fit!  Now it's a large (I typically wear a medium).  I've seen "small" sizes from Japan - they look like they're made for very thin children.  So I was really surprised that it fit.  I love it.  I'm actually wearing it right now.  It's a heather grey cotton knit short sleeved dress with an empire "waist" with big pleats above the belly.  It's very comfortable and so are the ones I bought (it's what I was going for).  I also bought a few pair of flat shoes.  I tried wearing sandals with a little heel the other day - - bad idea!  Guess I'm going to have to give up on looking cute this summer, and just resign myself to looking pregnant.  (Like I have much of a choice!)

Before the last couple days, I wasn't totally sure it wasn't gas or digestion or something, but now, I'm certain.  This kid is moving around.  I can really feel it when I'm sitting or lying still.  But now I even sometimes feel a little something when I'm busy.  It's a little weird, but cool.  It's nice to know "she's" ok - I kinda feel that if she's moving, then she must be alright.  Mitch is worried that she's flailing around like "help me, help me!"  Like the cord is wrapped around her neck and she's doing it to get our attention.  I assured him that wasn't the case.

It is, however, a little distracting at times.  I want stop the meeting or whatever and tell everyone "the babys moving!"