Friday, February 25, 2011

And we have movement! (I think)


While sitting in a local Mexican restaurant tonight, I felt something similar to a cell phone vibration, right above my pubic bone. It was quickly follwed by two short littles "pops", and then vibrations again. The whole episode lasted maybe 5 seconds. If it was gas, it was the weirdest gas I have ever felt.

For that reason, I'm calling it movement. Apparently the baby liked the spicy salsa, guac, and the pickled jalepenos I was chowing down on. Or the fact that my jeans were cutting into my lower belly, and the baby was kicking in a "Dude, give me some effin room down here!" way.