Oh, how I forgot how much I HATE maternity jeans. They're worse than too-small tights, what with all the yanking and squatting and yuxting to keep them up.
And tonight, for the first time, we felt the little bugger. I felt the unmistakable scraping and poking for a few minutes before I called Brian over, doubting that he could feel from the outside what I felt from the inside. But wouldn't you know it, the little guy/girl wound up and gave a hearty punch/kick right into Brian's palm.
Last weekend Cayden proudly gave up his toddler bed and changing table/dresser in exchange for a brand-new big-boy bed, so the nursery furniture has transitioned into the peacock room.
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