17 weeks, 5 days.
I went in (way too early) to a non-OB doctor this morning who’s seen me several times.
“You’re showing!”, she exclaimed. I tell you, that made my morning… now other people think I look pregnant, not just necessarily fat, and this in spite of the super-loose maternity T-shirt (which doesn’t “look” maternity) I was wearing 
Too bad I’ll probably have to wait another several weeks to get some real kicks to go with it (N.B. it’s not that the baby isn’t kicking – and sometimes I do feel some movement – it’s just that I have an anterior placenta, so his kicks and punches hit the placenta when he’s turned toward my belly and are cushioned and harder to feel). I can wait, though 
One thing I’m finding cheesy about being pregnant, though, is the tendency to drop the fact in casual conversation. I just can’t help it, but I feel so lame after I’ve done it! You know, cashiers, receptionists, etc. They make small talk with me (not my forté), and sooner or later, I end up saying something to indicate that I’m pregnant. I think I just need to get out more The sooner I look pregnant to everyone, the sooner I’ll keep my mouth shut (or will at least feel less stupid about it).
Professional computer geek and linguist living in Germany, doing infosec stuff and being the freakiest mother ever.
