Baby girl must think I am going to forget about her. She feels the need to remind me a lot, in very strong karate-kick ways. Usually, just as I am settling down for a rest.
Or maybe she is hearing the battle-cries of her brother and sister. She has started training for the rumble with kickboxing. She will need it.
But really I think I am giving birth to an octopus. It feels like a large octopus is stuck in a small space and is trying to get out, using all its tentacles.
I actually love this part of being pregnant. It really helps me bond with baby and force me to think of her. What is she doing? Was that a foot or a hand? Can she hear us?
Pregnancy is really a strange, amazing thing.
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