22 weeks, 4 days.
As I mentioned yesterday, the baby is doing well and our OB appointment was great.
What’s surprising, though, is that for some reason, in the last 24 hours, the baby has been Mr. Wiggly more times in a day than he ever has been before. And no, I’m not drinking Starbucks espresso with extra sugar and eating a bunch of sugar cookies. The kid just likes to move.
It’s not constant or anything, but every now and then I’ll get some kicks, punches, or a buttload of squirminess, which is so cool I can’t even tell you. And it’s happening a lot now. What I did not expect from this was that it’d be vaguely uncomfortable, but then, that’s probably because I have a real issue with that scene from Alien that caused me nightmares for years, so having an alien symbiote of my own (hey, the kid’ll have German citizenship when it comes out, so I can call him an alien if I want to!) in my belly takes some getting used to.
But I guess I’ve been growing the little one’s bones all right, since the kicks/twists/punches are getting harder and easier to feel, anterior placenta or no 
So all is good, and I encourage the Small Monster to keep wiggling and making his presence known.
Professional computer geek and linguist living in Germany, doing infosec stuff and being the freakiest mother ever.
