Wandering

Week 27. I’m feeling a mix of things, in between burps. I burb a lot, and I don’t like it. Bill/Oozy asked me “to work on it” the other day, as my burbs can be quite distinct and disruptive to the flow of a conversation. He knows now that there is really nothing to work on, except his patience.

She kicks a lot. I used to feel the kick on my left side, but today I felt some kicking (punching?) on my right side. She is having her own little season of Dancing With the Stars, or she is upset because her mamma is last place in her Fantasy Football league.

She seems to sleep when I teach during the day. I hope I am not conditioning her to sleep during her own college classes in 20 years.