Ok, so any of us who have ever been pregnant can say, "Hell yes!" but I'm talking about being kicked from the outside and just knowing it landed where your precious baby-baker resides.
While lounging in bed this morning with hubby and Missy ( because I forgot to turn the heat back on after having the windows open yesterday so we were a tad on the chilly side) hubby decides that within this closely confined blanketed space was the perfect opportunity for a tickle match. I'm sure you can already guess what happened next.
So of course I made that grunty man noise as that oh-so-adorable foot made contact. And then the tickling was done. A wide-eyed hubby asks if I'm ok, to which I responded,
"She kicked me.......in the uterus."
And that was promptly met by laughter and him turning away from us. He rolled back over a short time later with a dead pan face and said,
"That wasn't funny."
And then he continued to laugh some more.
I suppose he should at least get credit for trying to contain himself. After all I laugh when he gets nailed in the balls.