Smudge is doing my least favorite of his tricks. Even less than long, jumpy hiccups. He’s trying to kick his way out through my right floating rib.

Sweetie, would you mind kicking Mommy somewhere ELSE? It’s cool to feel your foot when it occasionally kicks below the rib cage, but when you actually hit the rib cage, that hurts Mommy!

Unless it turns out that these kicks are actually pushing your head into engagement and it means that you’re coming out soon. Then you should feel free to kick as much as you want.

(Incidently, Smudge will probably remain his blogospheric name, although eventually there will be a post welcoming him to the world with his real name.)