I know I promised...

...that I would not constantly talk/blog about this baby, but I could not resist sharing. Jonathan asked me this morning about the baby's movement, since I apparently haven't been telling him every five minutes that the baby is moving. I don't know, maybe I'm getting used to it? Well, that's enough to set off an already paranoid person - now I am starting to worry about whether the baby is moving enough! But today, every time I have had the thought, "Gee, I can't remember the last time the baby moved. I hope everything is okay," the kid gives me a swift kick to remind me that he/she is still there. Maybe it's just coincidence. Or maybe my kid is psychic. You make the call.