Just sitting here doing my usual lines and circles in AutoCad and then I get kicked! But not by anyone in my office of course but the little person inside of me. Boy can he pack a punch. Luckily it isn't painful, more ticklish. On top of that his daily hiccups have set in as well, so it starts to become a rythym. Hiccup, Hiccup, punch from one side then the other, hiccup, hiccup. As I look at the calendar on my desk with the days counting down.. 61 to be exact (if you can actually be exact).. I get excited that he will be here so soon but then that means we won't have these small moments that only I can feel and know about and it saddens me that they will soon be at an end. I have started to cherish every move I feel. It is my way of getting to know him for now and just know he will be quite the character. I love being a mom!