I told Paul I was going to start calling baby "Frosty" instead of "Cletus-the-fetus" because all day or night it is just thumpity-thump-thump-thumpity-thump! Today all this kicking kind of hurts my left side -- I keep rubbing it hoping he'll chill out.
I keep grunting and making noises when I get about like "Nrrrgh!" or "Ooof!" and Paul keeps running over to look at me to see if I'm ok. I'm fine -- just struggling to do things while feeling like a hippo. I can't reach my feet any more. This is both amusing and alarming to me.