For me, it wasn't those early twangs of nausea. Or hearing the heartbeat. It wasn't feeling the first flutters of movement. For me, the moment that my pregnancy felt "real" was over four months in when my suddenly protruding belly button caused my belly button ring to literally pop out of my body. I think up until that point I had been able to rationalize the changes I had been going through and to put them out of my mind because they had been so gradual. So subtle. But in that active moment, it all became concrete. Real. In some stupidly symbolic way, my body pushing out that ring (which I've had in for over a decade) was a transformative moment into a new season of my life. A leaving behind of my own childhood and self-centeredness and a tentative first step into an adult world where a life truly and fully depends on me.
There really is a baby growing in there.