At Abbot's Lagoon, up in the magical land of Pt. Reyes. This new sweater makes me look like a fat panda. But it's very soft and cozy.
In Inverness, at the home of our friend Louisa's stepfather. An incredible, incredible house."According to the Oxford English Dictionary, to "quicken" means "to reach the stage of pregnancy at which the child shows signs of life."
-From good ol' Wikipedia
The language of pregnancy keeps getting better and better. I have now experienced what is referred to as "quickening"; in other words, the baby's moving and I can feel it! The word 'quick' used to mean 'alive', and the term goes way back to fairly ancient times: the moment that the woman felt her baby move was the moment the baby was considered alive. Human life began at the first sign of movement, at least in the legal (and linguistic) sense; in many societies abortion became illegal once quickening occured. I am definitely not putting forth any sort of argument about human life and the fetus, but I can definitely say that it's damn cool to feel this tiny little thing poking around inside me.
It's often described as feeling like "popcorn popping" or "the fluttering of a butterfly". As an avid fan of popcorn, I'll go with the first one, as it's pretty accurate. It's like a little pop near the surface of my belly, like a tiny thing knocking on the inside of my stomach. It can be hard to discern from gas (of which I have plenty, thanks), but I'm getting better at distinguishing the sensations. I feel it most when I'm lying down, and though they're not very regular or strong yet, last night Jason was definitely able to feel it during a particularly long kicking session.
So, yay! She moves. She's quick. We quicken. It all sounds so fabulously witchy and medieval...
In other news I'm reading those stupid Twilight books. The first one was addicting and entertaining; the second one sucks and feels like it was written in a week (as it probably was). It's fun zipping through them, though, in a teenager kind of way.
And for the record, if anyone's counting or keeping track, I am 21 weeks along. I think. Something like that.
-From good ol' Wikipedia
The language of pregnancy keeps getting better and better. I have now experienced what is referred to as "quickening"; in other words, the baby's moving and I can feel it! The word 'quick' used to mean 'alive', and the term goes way back to fairly ancient times: the moment that the woman felt her baby move was the moment the baby was considered alive. Human life began at the first sign of movement, at least in the legal (and linguistic) sense; in many societies abortion became illegal once quickening occured. I am definitely not putting forth any sort of argument about human life and the fetus, but I can definitely say that it's damn cool to feel this tiny little thing poking around inside me.
It's often described as feeling like "popcorn popping" or "the fluttering of a butterfly". As an avid fan of popcorn, I'll go with the first one, as it's pretty accurate. It's like a little pop near the surface of my belly, like a tiny thing knocking on the inside of my stomach. It can be hard to discern from gas (of which I have plenty, thanks), but I'm getting better at distinguishing the sensations. I feel it most when I'm lying down, and though they're not very regular or strong yet, last night Jason was definitely able to feel it during a particularly long kicking session.
So, yay! She moves. She's quick. We quicken. It all sounds so fabulously witchy and medieval...
In other news I'm reading those stupid Twilight books. The first one was addicting and entertaining; the second one sucks and feels like it was written in a week (as it probably was). It's fun zipping through them, though, in a teenager kind of way.
And for the record, if anyone's counting or keeping track, I am 21 weeks along. I think. Something like that.
2 comments:
I am keeping track.
dude. you are growing a baby girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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