I swear, I'm not crazy...

So last night I'm sitting on the couch watching TV with my hand in my pants ('cause I'm klassy like that) so it's pressed between the waist band of my jeans and my belly and I swear on all.things.sacred that I felt the little one kick me! From the outside! Just to make sure I wasn't losing my mind, I grabbed DH's hand and put it where mine had been. About a minute later, he felt it too!

I thought we wouldn't feel anything like that for a few more weeks! Now he's all about rubbing the belly : )

18 weeks!

There's really nothing new to report right now. I'm feeling the little one every day, mostly at night after dinner and we're watching TV (and of course, during Lakers games). I've also noticed that the little nudger likes his/her daddy's voice. S/he goes a bit crazy whenever he starts talking, it's so freakin' cute to me. We're going to have to get some ear phones so that I can play Mozart to my belly. We want this kid smart!

My mom and I will be heading off to Target on Saturday to order the baby's furniture! I am soooo excited! DH found a set there that he really liked and let me tell ya, he did a good job! It's so nice! We also need to find a glider, but the samples they have in the store aren't very impressive and they're kind of spendy. I'm hoping to snag a deal on Craigslist for a good one.

And here's the obligatory belly pic!

Don't poke back!

DH is just too cute for words sometimes. The little nudger and I play this game where s/he pokes me, and I'll poke the spot where I felt it. Sometimes it gets him/her to do it again, and sometimes it doesn't, but I find it highly amusing. So DH observed this last night and wanted to know why I was poking my belly. He was totally mortified when I told him about our little game, swearing up and down that I was going to end up poking his/her little soft spot and giving our child brain damage... mmkay... if anything, I'd be poking a foot or a hand, but considering all the fluid in there, it's more probable that I'm just making him/her swish around a little bit. He finds the weirdest things to freak out over. So now I guess we'll just play our little game when daddy isn't watching.

Sorry, no 17 week belly pic, I've been seriously sick for the last week and didn't feel like getting up off the couch, let alone getting all dolled up to take a picture.

Booooo!!!

The last time I went to the doctor, the Physician's Assistant (PA) that I had kept going on and on about how exciting my next appointment would be because we would be able to find out if our little one is a boy or a girl. So today, when we were told that not only were we never scheduled for an ultrasound, but that they don't even do one until 18-20 weeks because baby wouldn't be developed enough for them to tell for sure, I was pretty annoyed. And very bummed. Now we have to wait for our NEXT appointment, four weeks out, before they'll even attempt it. So booooo to that! On the upside, we did get to hear the baby's heartbeat again, 152bpm. : )

Go Lil’ Lakers fan! Go!

I felt it again! *Pop! Pop!* and then a lot of rolling around. Then it dawned on me... the first time I ever felt those little pops was also during a Lakers game! I think the little one was excited that the Lakers were woopin’ on the Cavaliers last night! I’m sure it’s no secret by now that I’m a die-hard Lakers fan, so I’m ecstatic to know that I’m already starting this kid off on the right foot! Woo! Go Lakers! And go little one! Keep kicking your mama!