Week 25

We got ourselves an active little fella! Not only does he treat all my internal organs like his personal punching bags, simultaneously, I feel something deep inside that I can only imagine are his tiny little fingers.. uh…tickling?…drawing on?…my uterus. Do you think he is getting artsy and doing a little graffiti up in there? Perhaps leaving some baby hieroglyphics for any future siblings, “Baby #1, Sweetpea was here. April '08 to ???. To all who come after me…when she starts to fold up her legs (He hates that! This little one needs his space!), aim for the ribs”.