it's alive!

Hey there Kicky McKickerson, I feel you. I officially felt you for the first time last night actually. I thought I had felt you a few times before, but man oh man it is really hard to tell what with everything that is going on down there these days. There was no mistaking it the other night though.

I was lying in bed (on my left side, of course) and I felt a flutter. My initial thought was to curse the cheesy noodles I had for dinner, but then I felt it again and again. I finally realized that was no cheesy noodle aftermath baby, that was you. So cool. People tell you how cool it is to feel those tiny flutters and jabs, but I wasn’t really impressed until I felt it myself. And now, I am a “feel you move” junkie. I can’t get enough of it. I find myself talking to you, eating sugary things, even resorting to sharp pokes in my belly all to get you to respond and move around. Who does that? It’s like some sort of warfare.

I am thinking that the most sure fire way to get movement out of you is to reenact the events of the other night when you were so active. See what happened was Bax was in bed with us, under the covers, releasing his tiny deadly Baxter farts. They were so awful and relentless. I wonder if that was what made you deliver a small jab. Sort of like a "hey, cut it the hell out, out there" sort of jab. Putting up with that smell is a high price to pay Giz, but I am willing to endure it if it means feeling you again.