By now, I'm used to the baby kicking. He has sleep and wake cycles very similar to our cat, with a couple of hours of rest followed by periods of intense activity. They'll probably be great friends, with our son chasing our kitty, Luke, through the house during the period we call Luke's "morning freak-out."
When I say intense, by the way, I mean it. Last night, I looked down and could see
movement. I showed my husband, The Gryphon, and his eyes grew wide.
"Don't worry," I assured him. He's not about to burst out of my chest. At least, I don't think so.( Collapse )