Master, it lives! (part 2)

I am 24 weeks pregnant today.

On Thursday evening, I was being a couch potato when I felt Tadpole kick. Bas was around so I figured I might as well summon him over to have a feel. He must have misunderstood me because he tried to have a fondle instead.

I wasn't too hopeful, as on Tuesday I had placed his hand over my bump and he couldn't feel the kicks even though I could (he must have been too distracted by Jessica Alba in her Fantastic 4 suit). And sure enough, Tadpole got coy and went all quiet.
And just as Bas left, he started kicking again. Typical. This time Bas came over on time to feel not one, not two, but three kicks in a row.

While Bas was all grinning and happy that 'our son is growing strongly', I certainly wasn't looking forward to being at the receiving end when, in 5 months' time, Tadpole runs out of play room and decides to use one of my ribs as a rattle, or my full bladder as a soft toy.

Oh well. So far, it's not painful at all and it's even kind of a fun feeling. I'll just have to keep on ignoring all these people (including my poor mum) who say it does hurt.