This morning I was riding the bus, and Lucky decided to give me a little kick. Nothing hard, his kicks are still pretty insignificant, unless I've been poking my stomach and trying to get his attention. Just a little kick, in my mind done to remind me that he's there. And it made me smile. Partly because to the outside world, it just looks like I'm smiling about something I see out the window, or at a funny memory. They cant tell that I'm smiling because a little tiny human being inside me just decided to make his presence known. And I find that fun.
Still nothing to do at work. I'm making lists of how to do the projects that I do regularly, that way I'll be ready when I escape from this madhouse- I mean, go on maternity leave.