After I finished RIG was giggling. Was the Bellyfrog doing something weird again? "She was dancing the whole time you read the story." I tried a page again, doing the lion roaring (brüll brüll brüll) and sure enough, she started kicking again, stopping when I'd finished.
Earlier at lunch with the hen club RIG explained that I'm the only one who manages to calm the kid when she starts kicking away at mummy's spine/bladder/stomach/liver. If I put my hands on her and rub gently, saying something, she stops. She won't do this even for mum. Lay a fucking fetal monitor on RIG's belly gently and the kid sits there kicking and punching it so much that it takes 45 minutes to get the required 10 heartbeats in a row that they need to give the all clear.
In other news, Mildly Naughty Puppy may have shifted her head into "Time to drop" position. While that relieves some bladder pressure it increases a lot of other pressure because we ain't ready for the little beast to arrive just yet. At the very least she has to wait until Friday (since the clinic won't take ultra-preemies) and preferably Sunday (so that mum can have her own bloody birthday celebration thankyouverymuch).
Nesting and organising continue at an ever-increasing pace.
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