I Have a Fish In My Tummy

Not necessarily in the evolutionary sense, but I felt the baby moving on Saturday night. I'm just over 16 weeks, so some people will feel movement at this point, but I always thought that it tended to happen later with first pregnancies. I guess not always. Forget butterflies, it feels like a fish or tadpole in my stomach. Interesting, kind of icky, really fascinating, and a little captivating at the same time.

Moving's a Bitch

We've bought a house, since two inner-city condos aren't terribly conducive to baby, and we're getting our places ready to go on the market. Luckily (?) I'm not big enough to have to sit out some of the packing up, but it's utterly exhausting. I'm anxiously awaiting having my place completely ready to show in a few days (complete with fruity decor items courtesy of a friend moving to France, so I don't actually have to pay money for wooden balls in a glass bowl on my coffee table), moving into the boyfriend's condo in the meanwhile, and going back to a normal schedule.

It is a little nerve-wracking, knowing that we've committed to buying a house without having sold our property yet, but it's not too bad. We can carry a mortgage on all three properties (eep!) for a few months, worst case scenario (it'll suck, but it's doable), but I just want it all to be done and over with as soon as possible so we can concentrate on getting the new house ready for baby.

Holy Fuck, I'm Reproducing

Yeah, pretty much.

According to my iPhone app, with an EDD of February 3, 2011, I'm at week 15, day 6. So 16 weeks, basically. This wasn't planned at all - I've only been dating my current boyfriend since November of 09. We've now bought a house and are in the process of selling our places and moving in together.

To quote the lawyer with whom I spent the better part of the morning with hammering out the details of a cohabitation/prenuptual agreement, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

What I'm finding the most interesting are all the crazies aka "crunchies" who come out of the woodwork as soon as you're pregnant. Everyone has an opinion, and tunes out anything that doesn't mesh with whatever preconceived notion they have. The weirder the idea, the more attached to it they become, much in the same manner as Young Earth Creationists or 9-11 Conspiracy nutjobs.

It's amazing the amount of crap I'm now finding myself having to navigate - unassisted birth, homebirth, "birth is natural, embrace it", Baby Einstein CD's, $1800 strollers (which, btw, are amazing up until you see the price), circumcision, lactivists, pre-natal vitamins, school catchments, nannies, attachment parenting, elimination communication (my personal favourite), cloth vs. disposable, midwives, prenatal classes, obstetricians, do we find out sex?, mortgages, moving, decluttering, organizing, managing to not kill my offspring or end up with a kid who's ugly or stupid or socially awkward or plays D&D or refuses to live out my childhood dreams (all of which are caused by the MMR vaccine, according to withered up old Playboy centerfolds)....