Belly & Me: Week 24

So, I’ve had this shirt for about two years now. Maybe less. It’s always been very good to me; very cute and such. It’s always been very flattering; flowy around the waist to conceal my not so flat tummy. I put it on last night before I went to chorus and I was floored. Absolutely floored.. Let’s just say it’s NEVER stretched this much before.

I was amazed at how…. PREGNANT I look in this shirt!!!!!!!! I mean, obviously I know I’m pregnant. But I was just floored. Woot woot!

The Most Stubborn Baby in Town

I’m still fighting with Nellie to be more active. I have a sneaky suspicion that my uterus has risen a little bit, and she within it. As I’ve mentioned before, I have an anterior placenta so she is probably kicking it more often than kicking me. I am also aware that she still has growing and moving room and that she may be facing away from me; kicking toward my spine rather than my tummy.


Okay, I don’t think she ever actually kicked me in the vagina, but sometimes it felt like she was; she was kicking so low. I remember telling DH that sometimes when she’d kick, I could literally feel it in my crotch.

I felt her a few times during chorus last night but not as much as I usually do when we’re singing. This morning I stood at the mirror and prodded my belly. I poked it. I rubbed it. Nada. The little girl didn’t give me ANYTHING. Patiently, I waddled (yes, I waddle now) to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. I poured myself a glass, laid on my back on the couch and drank the entire glass. I waited, and waited….. And waited. Nothing. Zero. Zip. Not even a wiggle.

So I got up, and took a shower. Sometimes the shower wakes her up. I think I might have felt a little nudge, but I’m not sure. As of this morning I have yet to feel a good movement from her. I am trying to remain calm and take deep breaths, but it’s not easy. I have a doctor’s appointment today and will be getting an ultrasound, so at least that’s something, right? I just have to close my eyes and tell myself that my baby is fine. I can’t help but feel anxious and worried, but deep down inside when I ask that little inner voice of mine if I really think something has gone awry, that little voice answers no. It’s the same voice I’ve had from the beginning of this pregnancy; that voice has whispered to me constantly that everything is OK and that this little girl is destined to meet this world alive and kicking.

Just a few more hours until 3:00. Once I see her moving, I will be okay. Even if I can’t feel her; as long as I know she’s in there and thriving I will be able to exhale.