Thursday, August 4, 2011
Baby, just don't play for France, ok?
Alright folks, we officially have a serious kicker on our hands, or in this case, in my belly.
This morning was the first time I was able to feel him move from the outside of my stomach vs. the random pokes and prods from the inside. He even gave one that was big enough to see just a tad.
Of course, but the time I call Josh upstairs, our little punk has decided that he's shy and wouldn't start up the soccer practice until Josh had left for work. (Stinker.)
Hopefully in the next couple days, we'll be sneaky enough to catch him so that Josh can feel him move around!
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