So, I suppose I am at the stage where I look more pregnant than fat, although some days, I feel more fat than pregnant. Z assures me that I look pregnant, but I think he's required to do that because of the Marital Law of Harmonious Cohabitation. (When he eats a meal that I prepared that is clearly sub-par without a complaint, that's also because of the MLHC.)
I've felt some movements - little readjustments or flutters - mostly at night. It's pretty cool - I know that s/he is squirming about in there, as I've seen it on the ultrasounds, but to actually feel it is a whole new level of awesomeness. I've read that the movements get more pronounced (violent?) as things progress, so I'm looking at the flutters as a gentle introduction. It is a little odd that I mostly feel them at night, but I read that my movements during the day are relaxing to the Bean and lull him/her to sleep, then once I'm quiet and still, s/he becomes more alert and wiggly. There have been a few nights where I ask the Bean which position s/he would prefer so there can be less wiggling and more Amanda-sleep.... As I told my mother the other day, I'm sure this is the first of many times I will say, "What do you want? I need to go to sleep." :)
I do find it interesting that the first time a woman feels movement is referred to as the Quickening. It certainly took me a minute to wrap my brain around the fact that the word was around well before the Highlander (There Can Be Only One!) movie. (You know, I'd pluralize "movie," since there was technically more than one Highlander, but the others were awful. So, I'm going to pretend they don't exist and just stick with the singular.)
Anyhow... without further ado, here are the pics. At 18 weeks, the Bean is about the size of a sweet potato:
And here's the bump (and Kayla Mae getting in on the photo-shoot):
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