Mary nodded furiously, "I have, and I have another appointment this morning. It's just that--that usually he's pretty calm until after dinner so...and then I fell asleep so I don't know how much he moved around last night or anything and--I planned on talking to the pediatric healer today about it because I have a better idea of what's going on because you can't just overreact and panic about every little--ohh!"
She had stopped mid-sentence due to the fact that she had felt a very strong kick against her hand. Apparently their son didn't like being talked about when he was--standing--well, more like lying--right there. And now the little bugger was sitting on her bladder. Bloody hell! Mary scrunched up her nose, shifting around in the bed in hopes that he would re-settle another way. "Damn it," she muttered. If he didn't stop, she was going to wet herself and that would be extremely embarrassing.
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