I almost don’t want to post because it will demote Bisquito from first place.

I’m kind of hungry but nothing sounds good, at least nothing that’s immediately available to me.  What I would like is a nice, crisp, tart apple.  It’s probably apple-picking season, or it will be soon, right?  DC and I should get out and do that.

We have a meeting this afternoon to talk to a benefits counselor about a whole bunch of grownup crap, like maternity leave, life insurance, leave for Denny, and how FMLA plays into it.  It’s all very confusing, and even though I’ve tried to glean as much as I can from online forms, I hope it’s more informative to sit down with an expert.

Last night Bisquito was sweet to me.  Usually in the evening, which is generally his/her most active time, I lie down and have a little talk with him/her and do some belly prodding to try to induce movement.  Last night, I said I wouldn’t do any prodding because he/she had already been prodded enough during the ultrasound and deserved a break.

Then I said, “Of course, a little kick wouldn’t hurt anybody.”

Right at that moment, I felt a little nudge in my lower-left abdomen.  Thanks for checking in, Bisqui.