I think I say this every week, but I can't believe how strong you are getting. Just yesterday I could have sworn that you were again trying to escape alien-style through my skin. You kept migrating to the right side of my stomach and making my belly all lopsided then pushing as hard as you could. It was quite comical. Last night after some wonderful ice cream, you decided to have your very own disco while your dad and I were laying on the couch. I have to admit that I am a little apprehensive when it comes to poking around at you, but yesterday my bravery kicked in and I pushed back at you. I think you liked this. You pushed right back at me. When you weren't pushing, I was and I felt something. Could have been an arm, might have been a leg. Either way it was FREAKY. You are in there! I did the same thing last night and there you were again. I promise I won't become on of those crazy pokers now or when you are "out here". I also won't be one of those moms that uses her own spit to wipe the chocolate off of your mouth. We had a little chat last night about how it wasn't time for your escape yet and to hang on for at least 15 more weeks. I know you heard me.
Another adventure for us this weekend when you will be attending your first wedding. I promise not to dance too much and to eat as much as they will let me. Bottled waters all around! Oh and don't worry, Jason the stoner got kicked off of Idol last night, I know your little ears will be happy. Now if we could only get rid of that Archuletta kid.
Get comfy, you still have 17 weeks of baking to do! New belly pic tonight or tomorrow.