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so dramaqueen and trogdor (which is what i will be calling this fetus until sometime after he’s born, when i can give him a real fake name based on his personality… not that this kid hasn’t already given us a pretty good idea of what his personality is) had their first real fistfight today (that’s your cue… all together now: “AWWWWWWWW!”)

i am terrified to report that trogdor won, despite the fact that he is blind and outweighed by a factor of about 25.

dramaqueen climbed up into my lap for a hug, and plastered himself across my belly to compensate for the fact that i don’t really have a lap to speak of these days. trogdor thumped at him. dramaqueen looked confused and squirmed away. trogdor followed him and kept bopping at him. dramaqueen, looking rather confused, sat back on his knees to see what the hell was going on. when he saw the fists and feet popping out of my belly, he pushed back at them. this turned into a game of “whack-a-fetus.” just as dramaqueen decided this was pretty damned funny, trogdor apparently decided it was definitely *not* funny, and a kick that felt like it was on the verge of turning into a scene from Alien sent dramaqueen from his precarious perch on my lap to flat on his ass on the floor.

yep.