I haven't posted in a while, but I have a very good excuse. I am pregnant. I am tired. And this kid keeps kicking me in the bladder. When I felt the first kick, I was like - what was that? Do I have gas? And then - WHAM. To quote Han Solo, "That was no laser blast." It's my kid kicking me! For now it's kinda cool, but I am sure in upcoming months it will just be God's way of preparing me for less and less sleep.