For the last few weeks the Baby Bumble's kicking has felt soft and subtle, like love taps from the womb. This week apparently she's reached a new strength level, because my stomach feels like a bag of microwave popcorn, periodically erupting in pops/kicks/hiccups of varying speed and strength. Just when it slows down, those few last "pops" sneak in and startle the bejeezus out of me.
Of course, this would be more charming if the baby popcorn-popper didn't insist on popping through the very late night and sleeping all day.
Posted by rightmoon at November 17, 2005 02:26 AM