Watch for Corners
Today I went for yet another ultrasound. And I watched the technician's face very intently when she first put the wand to my gooped-up belly. You see, yesterday, I'd been carrying a basket of laundry, kind of against my right side and my hip when I'd taken a corner a bit too tight and had rammed myself into the doorway. All day I tried to poke and prod the unborn Peron to see if he was still unharmed and he hadn't really said anything back.
Turns out he's a tough little bugger. Good thing 'cause his mum is kind of clumsy.