The case of the bruised ribs.... AKA Dancing Baby.

So for those of you who have never experienced the joys of pregnancy.... let me enlighten you. There are many things that I love about being pregnant... some things like:

-Feeling the Baby Move (MY favorite!)
-Watching my belly shake when he moves (Dave's Favorite)
-Talking to no one, but knowing that Someone IS listening (ok... I love this too)
-Watching my belly grow, and knowing that the bigger I get, the sooner it will be OVER
-Getting to buy new clothes :)
-Getting to spend extra money on baby stuff... Now I get to eat AND shop for 2 :)

There are things about being pregnant however that I would have gladly dealt without. Such as:

-Morning Sickness
-cravings that made my husband sick to his stomach (Tunafish... LOTS of Tuna Fish)
............. oh... and Mexican food... but I liked that one.....
-waking up in the middle of the night thinking you bladder would explode because the baby is sitting on it. And YES I know he did it on purpose. It was invading his space.
-Hiccups. not me... the baby. The First time it was cute..... now it just keeps me awake all night long.
-And the newest complaint... Bruised Ribs. I swear that this kid has kicked me so hard that my lower ribs are BRUISED. I can't move without them hurting. He keeps kicking me in the EXACT smae spot every time too....

So... I have a bouncing Dancing baby in my belly. Who's next? :)