Or the uterus.
Halloween 2012, first undoubted kicks are thrown down on All Saint's Day. I take this as a sign that OscarLily will be pro dressing up in costumes and making the rounds of candied goodness as a regular habit.
Since then, I've discovered a few interesting things.
1. Being kicked from the inside is what I imagined a conscience would be like. This gentle prodding however, does not seem to be related to much besides me doing Reiki on my tummy or staying up late.
2. I'm pretty sure that OL is learning how to break dance, complete with flips and slides. Just call me a personal Dance Dance Revolution machine.
3. OL may also have stage fright...i.e. Don't look at me or push me around or I'll go catatonic and pretend I'm not here. The best bet is to just act like a hunter. Don't let them know you're looking.
So we're halfway there. In four weeks OL could actually survive outside its personal play ground. Wild.
No photos yet. I'm waiting for something super exciting to happen. Like the first stranger to say, "Hey. Are you pregnant."
