There are babies. Moving around. In MAH BELLY.
That brings me to the delightful world of technology and on my phone I have a couple apps that I LOVE. It's the Thing I Love this Thursday.
The What to Expect When You are Expecting app:
Can I just bitch for one second that there is not an app for multiples yet? Like, yes, my baby is a banana (the one fruit I don't eat, hooray!) But it would be so fun to see the two babes in there. Can somebody please get on inventing that app? Multiples are taking over the world it seems but there's not an app for this? I look at these every morning on the train ride into work to see what's happening in there. And they even have some shit for Dad to look at so my dear sweet Dumpster Husband gets the goods too. Way to go WTEWYE app!
The Sprout app:
Which clearly shows the babe and what he looks like with little factoids - you will see the the notes on both apps are all about the feeling of movement in the belly lately. Which, is HAPPENING. And the little wiener. AWWWWWWWW.
I've read a couple books, and I have the apps that tell me "what you will be feeling this week or this day" and of course, I have many many incredible women telling me their experience, strength and hope about their pregnancies, but DAMN, this shit is weird, yo.
I'm at 21 weeks now and it's said that I should be feeling something like butterflies or gas bubbles or something. And I swear it started when we saw Hall & Oates in concert last Saturday night. And has not really stopped. That pressure. Especially whoever is on "belly right" (going off stage right for those of you so theatrically inclined). It's wonderful! And strange. And wonderful.
Also, I don't want to alarm you guys, but I just looked at my Period Tracker app, and my period is kinda late.
OK, are you ready for an I L L U S I O N?
Here it goes.
|It's just me, posing for my daily "what are you wearing" pic|