Kick Me

So the baby is at 17 weeks this week, Thursday to be exact. Our next sonogram is on the 28th and we will be finding out the sex of the baby. I am so excited about knowing what our little Lima Bean will be - pink or blue - not to mention to finally be able to decorate and shop for real! However, the last few weeks I have been plagued with worry. Worry that I am sure is perfectly normal for all pregnant crazies out there, which is why I haven't really brought it up.

On May 1st, my last appointment and the beginning of the 14th week, I felt the baby kick. I know, I know, you're saying "Why that's impossible! All the books say 16-20 weeks for first kicks" and I say to you "Bugger off, my baby is an over-achiever!" I also think my baby was annoyed because a few hours earlier the doctor had been all mishy-mashy on my belly and I'm sure it was more irritating for her than I. When I felt the flutter, and it really is like a flutter - literally, like a little butterfly fluttering on the inside of your belly - it made me stop and say "Oh MY GOD" out loud in the car. And then I promptly called Miss Breezy and made her google baby kicking and such. Now, while I am convinced that it was a baby kick - I am freaking out a bit because I haven't felt a thing since then. Nothing but gas bubbles and indigestion. I'm freaking out because now we're at week 17 and my baby has decided to play mute. I am sure everything is fine, and that the baby is probably moving around in there but I'm just not feeling it. However, it has me worried and consumed with all these thoughts of what happened to my baby? Is everything okay? What the hell is going on?

My thoughts are either the baby is sitting very near the placenta, which is cushioning the kicks; Or, this layer of fat on my belly is really insulating! Either way, kick me dammit!

PS - Did anyone else notice how I called the baby a "her" - weird! Especially since I usually call the baby a "him." Does my subconscious know something?