I was laying in bed last night reading something out loud to Brad (likely something baby related, which he kindly always listens to), when all of the sudden...karate CHOP! I took a kick to the ribs so hard that I sucked in a serious amount of air followed by a loud OW! Brad shot up worried - "Are you okay? What's going on?"
I promptly started laughing through my grimace, explaining everything was fine, just peanut making her presence known.
Another crazy moment in this incredible journey. I suspect these kung fu kicks will only continue/get worse as these last 7 weeks progress, but I wouldn't have it any other way. It's a beautiful (while somewhat painful) reminder that baby girl is thriving in her cozy spot.
PS: She has hiccups for what seems to be the 137th time as I'm writing this. Swoon.
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