+ These boots are made for walkin' +
We did a lot of walking this weekend, Little One, but you knew that surely. I definitely don't have quite the stamina I used to, and my feet would get sore very quickly. But we walked a lot anyway, and stood a lot too. I can say concretely that I know what Braxton-Hicks contractions are now. I've only had them a few times that I firmly know about, but I'm positive that's what they were. My entire abdomen swells and contracts at the same time and turns absolutely, completely rock-hard. It's freakish, and not entirely comfortable. It doesn't hurt exactly, it feels like a leg cramp without the pain. Does that make sense? Anyway... You kick me like a champ now! You're almost up to my ribs, and considering your proclivity lately to kick me very high on the right side, I'm not looking forward to that first rib-shot. Of course, you move all the time, and I can never predict where today's kicking will take place. Much of the trip you were down very low, doing a jig on my bladder, but now you're riding high again with your butt somewhere in my lower left abdomen. Yep, I'm starting to be able to tell where you are inside of me now. You mostly like to stay on the left side, with your appendages tickling my right side, but like I said, you move a lot and that varies. It's just weird to be able to feel where you are and where you aren't inside of me. Of course, the bigger you get, the less vacant space there will be.