Little by little, a routine has started to emerge: sleep, kicking and gymnastics. Apparently sleep is usually around an hour and a half, and movement typically after food. It seems to like a hot shower, too, which provokes gyrations not unlike backstroke.
My cue to check it out is "It's kicking, it's kicking!" Yet whenever I stick my hot, sweaty mitt on Priti's belly, it lies doggo, waiting for me to go away.
My older sister, when she was very pregnant with her daughter, started to become genuinely irritated at the amount of kicking. One day she saw a clearly defined heel protruding, grabbed it and gave it a hard pinch.
There's a moral in there somewhere, but I'm buggered if I know what it is.
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