It's Moving!

Two nights ago, I felt for the first time the baby kicking (in a way that I definitely knew it was a baby kicking, not any ambiguous "fluttering feelings"). I guess it's just about average for a first-time mom at close to 19 weeks, but it still threw me for a loop. I was sitting on the couch resting with PJO late at night when I felt a little poke, and then another one. It was pretty amazing! So far I haven't noticed another one.
Why is it that every milestone or exciting discovery in pregnancy ultimately leads to more worries? For example, the first ultrasound right in the beginning: it was so cool to be able to see an actual baby in there, moving around and looking like a very mini-human. But then I started to worry that something would happen before the next appointment. When I felt the baby kick, I was in awe and for the first time really aware that there is an actual baby inside me, even in between appointments at the doctor where I can see or hear it. But now I get nervous that I haven't felt it again ... did the baby just have a super strong outburst the other night, or is it not moving anymore?!? This is what I like least about being pregnant, the constant paranoia.

I realize this sounds completely crazy, and I don't deny that it is, but it is just the result of combining a very type-A planner with pregnancy.

Speaking of crazy, I just picked up my barbri book to study for the MPRE (next Friday). This Friday is my last day of work, Saturday is the move and next Monday we have our ultrasound / appt. (and will hopefully find out the sex). I am probably crazy to think that I will study at all before next Friday, so I am basically banking on the common belief that the MPRE is un-failable.