What do an 80s dance party and goldfish calesthenics have in common?

I LOVE being pregnant. I love the feeling of anticipation, the self-reflection, and the excuse to shut out the world and really think every once in a while. Even taking into account the "evening sickness" and supernatural exhaustion I had in the first trimester. And two weeks ago, I experienced my very favorite part of pregnancy so far.

I was sitting at my desk at work and was distracted every now and then by an odd twingy, fluttery sensation in my abdomen. Not really thinking about it (and because pregnancy is FULL of all kinds of fun, unexpected bodily sensations that can only be attributed to ME), I went on my merry way. Then, after a few more flutters, it hit me. "OH!!" I immediately called Sean to say that yes, I had just felt the baby move for the first time! (Ladies, at this point, resist the urge to say "neener, neener, neener, I can feel it and you can't." It's hard enough to be an expecting daddy. No need to rub in the fact that we get to feel the magic way before they do. And no, I did NOT say anything of the sort.) I tried hard to tell him exactly what the feeling was like... maybe some sort of goldfish calesthenics. Then, I proceeded to run around to all the females in my corner of the office and tell them the amazing news. I just KNEW that's what I had felt. And sure enough, now--two weeks later--as I write this, there is some sort of 80s dance party going on in my lower abdomen. Judging by the feel of things, I think there is probably even a disco ball.