I had a slight moment of panic this morning when I realized that the baby hadn't moved nearly as much as he usually does since last night. So I spent my waking hours doing all kinds of wacky positions trying to get this little bugger to wake up. I was on all fours, I laid quietly on my side, I propped myself up with pillows and sat up in bed, I jiggled my whole belly around. Finally. Finally! When I ate my breakfast he came to life and started kicking the holy hell out of my bladder.
God, I love this kid.