I'm 21 weeks along today. Happily, that pushes me officially over the halfway point, very happily.
While everyone else who is approximately as pregnant as I am is talking about how wonderful and magical it is to feel the baby move, I have been reduced to tears on more than one occasion. Not the "oh-how-sweet" tears, either, but the "yikes-what-is-this-child-doing-to-me?!" tears.
This baby doesn't even weigh a pound yet and we already have limbs popping out of my stomach! Limbs, people!
The cute, squishy, swirly movements are still there (almost constantly, I might add), and I'm always appreciative of those because it reassures me that the baby is alive and well, but at least once a day I get absolutely pummeled.
I hate to allude to the Twilight series, but I seriously feel I could be Bella Swan right now (almost). To quote from some Twilight Lexicon fan site, "...The strength of the fetus left bruises on Bella’s abdomen..."
I don't have any bruising yet but, honestly, I find that surprising.
Usually the baby only starts doing her "martial arts" when her territory is being...squished...in some form or another. For example, if Rachel's elbow is resting on my stomach, Miriam goes wild, trying to reclaim her territory. If I am folding my arms, which then naturally fall down to my belly, Miriam gives them a wailing.
Such was the case tonight at dinner when I was saying the blessing on the food. She kicked so hard it felt like someone flicked my arm or poked me with a stick or something. I completely lost my train of thought and stumbled through the rest of the prayer.
It's not only external factors that drive her crazy, though. If I happen to eat (which I do several times throughout the day), Miriam starts to kick my stomach as if it's encroaching on her personal space or something. Granted, I have no idea where any of my internal organs are right now, but it certainly feels like she's kicking my stomach. It hurts and it makes me feel queasy.
Yesterday we had FHE right after dinner and Miriam was alternatively kicking my stomach and down by my lower back. I was in so much agony that I actually teared up. She moved so much that she spurred on some Braxton Hicks, which, thankfully, quieted her down a little.
I seriously don't know how I'm going to survive as she gets bigger and stronger. I don't remember it hurting this badly this early with Rachel, who was also a wriggly thing.