This was the line that offended the baby the most, I think. Or it might have been the 3 hours straight of heaving bosoms and smouldering pride.
Whichever, the baby had had enough and gave me a good solid kick to the belly button this evening. The first one yet! Not the ‘butterflies’ that other people have told me, but a very clear, distinct kick, followed by fifteen minutes of fluttering. I immediately called Mark (in Vietnam) and he said "How weird!". Hah! You’re not the one being kicked from the inside.
Also, we are moving. Next week. I went to see a cottage on Wednesday, faxed our application in yesterday, and the agent called me this morning to tell me we were in.
And we want to get a puppy. But I want a foxie, and Mark wants something bigger. Please vote 1 Fox Terrier!
