This is a "the little critter won't stop kicking me in the spleen" post.
What on earth could he possibly be doing in there? I've been sitting here in the light of my computer watching my belly move. I'm trying to figure out what is head and what is feet. He is moving an awful lot. He's training me for the long middle of the night feedings and crying fits. Fabulous.
It boggles my mind how he has any room to turn much less kick and stretch, because according to my last ultrasound, there was no more room in the inn for the little guy. When a baby has his hands across his face and he looks smushed, chances are he's a wee bit uncomfortable.
My sleeplessness could also be from the tons of chips and salsa I ate last night for dinner. Parentals are in town to help us pack and we went to Ozona's. I'm going to really miss their chips with the peppery salty garlic powder they sprinkle on them. YUM! I'm going to miss a lot of good Dallas food joints. Sigh.
The child just kicked the computer off my tummy. I had it balanced on my tummy, and he just kicked and it toppled off. That happened the other night with the remote control. One minute it was resting on my tummy, the next it was on the floor because little Pele decided to kick a winning field goal. He knows what's going on. Hey Ma! Get that thing off my back!
ok, getting tired again. bedtime...
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