Wow, am I getting obsessed. I keep looking at his little profile and thinking about how this little guy is actually growing inside me right now. And how in 20 weeks we will be holding him in our arms and kissing that little nose.
Last night I took a bath (and not a super hot one) then spent the next hour trying to get him to move so I could know he was okay. I think the bath lulled him to sleep and then he was really mad that I woke him up because I was getting lots of movement. He is my wild child - or just like his momma and can never get really comfortable in one position for too long.
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Fair warning: at some point he will kick you and it will literally take your breath away because it hurts that bad. JP's killer kick happened when (I think) he managed to kick me under my ribs and nailed a lung. Hurt like hell. SG loved to roll around on my bladder- I couldn't pee enough. Another time it felt like she kicked me in the spine. Good times.
I've already been startled and not in a good way. It was like I was kicked in the crotch from the inside. I expect it is only going to get worse...
Yup. That's a *fun* one. I once insisted that SG kicked me in the cervix. My mother didn't believe me and my husband was appalled. How they do such things (especially when they're so very tiny) boggles my brain.
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