My belly is becoming an ever present member of the family these days… It’s really popped out and I find myself referring to it as something separate and distinct from myself. Sam isn’t the most sunshiney of creatures in the morning, and was pretty adamant that the only place he wanted to be was curled up on top of me. And I suffered thru it for a bit, until I realized that he was SQUISHING my belly. And shoved him off (actually talked him into going to wrestle with Marc “look, look, go poke Daddy!”) and have been paying for it ever since. I’m all queasy and sick and squished.