Quinn has been using my belly as a punching bag. I no longer feel those tiny little bumps. Now it's full blown kicks. I can feel his feet flal out repeditivly as if he were running in place... I love to feel him move, they say a kickin baby is a healthy baby.

One night I put my finger where he was kicking and pushed at his little foot. The little nugget pushed my finger right back, so I pushed his foot back and he pushed mine again. He's getting brave...

on a stressy note

I can't seem to get Tony to understand the importance of keeping his phone with him. I know I'm just starting my third trimester and the likley hood of anything going wrong is slim but it's still important to me that he keeps his phone handy. But he can't seem to remember. He either leaves it home, forgets to charge it, or leaves it n his car... I need him to think about his phone! This morning I asked him at 6:30 am to make sure he had his phone with him so I could call him with news from our doctor. I called at 9am and sure enough his phone goes right to voice mail. That usually means he let the battery go dead. Ahhhhhhh