Two weeks ago, a little fish began swimming around inside me.
It really does feel like a goldfish who has swum into the side of a plastic bag and bounced off in a panic when you move your fingers near.
Kevin's spent the last couple of nights with his fingers glued to my belly, and may have felt the tiny movement last night. The baby (I'm calling him Kung Fu Panda because his first ultrasound showed him in a flying kick pose) seems most active in the mid afternoon and also when I first lie down at night. Oh, and also when I crank up Leo Ku. He is SO like his father... pure Hongky!