Never have I felt more confused than I did standing in front of shelves and shelves of bottles while creating my baby registry.
You are getting more wild every day. This morning during a meeting at work, you got your little foot stuck between the side of my ribs and skin. I jumped whenever you’d move it slightly. Now I feel like you’re starting low in my belly and then pounding your fists all of the way up to my ribs.
I keep hearing that active in the belly equals active outside of it. Does this mean you’re going to be like your aunts Kara and Mary, and require us to have poison control on speed dial?
Hang on little one, you’ll be out soon and then you’ll have all of the space in the world to run around.
Love you lots,