The World Cup must be inspiring my little monster. He or she is kicking away with more frequency now, of course, only when it's just me. When Sean is home, the hybrid alien in my tummy snoozes away, offering an elbow here and there, but not enough for Sean to get his hands on. I'm sure he'll get a chance soon.
It feels like soda bubbles deep in my belly. Sometimes I pretend I'm Charlie in the Wonka Factory and I have to burp out the bubbles to keep from getting caught in the exhaust fan. Maybe that's just from the constant gas...
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
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