The baby (whom L has named "plum" from several weeks back when the pregnancy journal thing's description of the baby at that week's gestation described it as being near the size of a plum) had apparently decided that my bladder makes a great trampoline, sigh . . . The one thing that keeps it from driving me totally insane is that I keep reminding myself that at least this time the baby can't both jump on my bladder AND cram itself up under my rib cage at the same time, like the girls were so fond of working together to accomplish, sigh . . . :)
No kicks that could be felt from the outside yet (mainly because they're very much centered on my bladder) the girls are anxiously waiting to be able to feel the kicks for themselves :)
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