My obsession...

I've graduated from being content to feel my belly, to this obsessive need to watch it. It's crazy how much it moves when Ethan moves, and I find myself just staring at it, waiting to catch movement. It's fascinating to watch. I admit, I must look completely stupid. While my belly protrudes past my boobs a bit, it's still a chore to see the belly because they get in the way. So each evening I sit on the couch, peering around them, trying to see the exact spot I feel the baby moving at. Lately that spot happens to be very high up, close to my rib-cage, so it's no easy feat to see.

He's kicking harder and harder too. If I rest a book on my stomach while I read, he'll nearly dislodge it when he starts kicking. He almost always kicks against any amount of pressure, but especially Darrell's arm at night. It usually takes less than a minute for him to start protesting when Darrell rests his arm accross my belly. My stomach actually stays sore for a while if he camps out and kicks in one place too long. Little love bumps, I guess.