Strangest sensation ever. As I feel the baby kick the crap out of my rib cage, I simultaneously feel something down low that I can only imagine is his tiny little fingers…uh…tickling?…drawing on?…my uterus. WTF?! It was creepy. I think maybe he is getting artsy and doing a little graffiti up in there. Perhaps leaving some baby hieroglyphics for any future siblings, “To all who come after me…when she starts to snore aim for the lungs”. Or maybe just tagging me, “Baby #1 was here. August 07 to ???”