Wrong Hole

We were watching some TV tonight and I (predictably) had my hand on my belly when I felt the oddest. feeling. ever. It seriously felt like a little fist (or perhaps, elbow?) was trying mightily to push its way right out of my belly button. I could seriously put my fingers around it and almost grab it. I quickly called Mike over, and it (predictably) retreated, but then did push out again and Mike got to feel the same thing. It was bizarre and marvelous at the same time. It really brought home the fact that we will soon be holding a little baby and its little fist without my belly button in the way. We both got all teary. It was a mushy moment.

But back to practicality. I just have to say, little darling, that’s not the exit. Look lower. Thanks.