Last night, I was lying in front of a fan, feeling the baby kick, and I pulled up my shirt so Andrew and I could see some of the movements. Suddenly, the baby gave a hard kick straight up and left her leg extended—there, protruding from my stomach, was a very foot-like bulge. It was like she did a graceful leg extension to show off her tiny foot, giving us ample time to admire it. Oh, hello there, she seemed to be saying. Isn’t my foot just adorable?
(Of course, it could also have been a fist, raised in a kind of victory: Only 93 degrees today? Yes!!)