Well, it was actually more physical than visual. Last night as Jill and I were settling in to catch some Zs, I could feel my son kicking. Technically, he was kicking me in the ass since Jill was laying behind me with her belly against my back. It was as if he was letting me know what's in store for me down the line.
My son already has it in for me and little dude isn't even here yet.
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Aww.
ReplyDeleteYes he does. He has your number already and ou will do anything and everything he says. You are now a slave to the baby. It is fun!
ReplyDeleteThey were love kicks.
ReplyDeleteConnor farts on me on purpose. Get used to it.
ReplyDeleteHalen and Liam both sneak into our bed every night, sometimes we make it till early morning. I rarely get kicked. Dan, however, complains constantly that his kidneys and balls are both target practice for the boys once they are in bed. Get a king sized bed? We still try to squeeze on the queen. Good luck. Get a cup.
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