So apparently I'm carrying a horse. He certainly kicks like one. This
dude... I mean. It's ridiculous. I can't imagine how active he'll be
once he's actually got room to maneuver like the wiggle worm he seems to
be.
He already has such a little personality. A strong one, just like his
mom and dad. When I do something he doesn't like, I get a kick. Like in
the mornings when I do my exercise class. We do a hamstring stretch that
involves me leaning forward. Nope, he says. And he kicks. And kicks me
to the point that sometimes I gasp. Dude. Lighten up. My poor students.
They know when I suddenly sit upright that I've been assaulted from the
inside.
