I did not feel N much this morning. I was busy - I had a bell gig. Inwardly, I apologized to N, saying, "Mommy's probably putting you to sleep, baby." He woke up and kicked me hard near the end of the second concert of the day. Maybe he was saying, "That's enough, Mommmy." Perhaps he was asking, "Why aren't you playing more?" (We were between pieces.)
Tonight, N seems to be awake for much of the last hour, or maybe longer. He seemed to like that I ate hamburger for supper and an apple. He's been bouncing on my bladder again, and managed to kick me above my belly button as well as to the left of my bladder. Yay, baby N!
I am exhausted tonight. Tomorrow we hope to decorate for Christmas.
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