One thing worth mentioning, though, is that I am starting to feel the beginnings of movement. It is very subtle most of the time, but surprising nonetheless. Once I shared this with Sarah she was on a mission to have it happen in her presence. We read online that the fetus may react to a flashlight, drinking cold water, or hearing certain music. I confirmed the music tip might be accurate due to the fact I felt a lot of rumbling when I was out and Dropkick Murphy's were being played loudly. Which I thought was pretty bad ass music to cause a fetus to rock out.
Since everything else seemed like fetal harassment, we decided to go the music route. After she played some music on her iPhone near my belly, I had to sadly inform her that the baby was being a jerk and I felt nothing. Which confirms it shares a large chunk of my genetic material. I am so proud.