Making Her Presence Known.

Our baby girl has been quite active lately. Today she is 25 weeks old. And although she weighs a whopping 1 1/2 lbs, she has the strength and stamina of a two-year-old. Or at least this appears to be the case when in my peaceful sleep, I'm suddenly struck with a kick to the rib. Ironically, this little boxer's jabs manage to give me a half chuckle in the middle of the night. Early this morning (we have an early riser on our hands apparently), I felt her kick without ceasing for what appeared to be hours. I finally resorted to the fact that my persistent, little one was not giving up without some sort of good morning acknowledgement. So, very gently, I patted my belly to try to illicit some sort of response. Immediately a kick was returned to the same area. I returned with a press to the belly curious (and very hopeful) to see if my child would entertain me once again. Again, another kick to the belly to the same exact spot. This little game went on for about 2 minutes. Wow! What a tremendous experience!