I love him...I really do.

Now that Baby Jones is getting bigger, his favorite pastime seems to be shoving a foot...or his butt...up into my ribs. Thankfully he doesn't kick up there (knock on wood!), but the pressure can be quite uncomfortable at times.

A few minutes ago, he pushed harder than usual which caused me to gasp. Mr Jones glanced over and asked if I was ok. Once I told him I was fine, that little man was just being a bit feisty, he said, "Thank you for making our son. My job was easy. Yours really isn't, huh?"

It's the little things that make me melt.

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Update: He just called me little Darth Vader because I am breathing loudly. Charming, isn't he??