My Girl Is Kicking Me.

There's just nothing quite like the feeling of my baby kicking.

Jacob never had much strength to him...when he was born at 22 weeks, he measured closer to 18 weeks, and never had the bulk to really punch me and make himself known. At least not like this.

This time is so different. I can feel her punches inside and out, and she really gets going late at night, like now as I sit at the computer.

My busy girl.

I wonder if she's active because she's awake (and will be at this hour too when she's born), or because she had creme brulee for dessert with me tonight (and is a sweets addict like her Mommy).

We're 21 weeks today -- next Thursday is the end of my fifth month, and on to six we go.

Brian and I are considering a lot of names...I like Marley (and secretly want to call her Bob at least till she's old enough to tell me to stop it), Nora (my great-grandmother's name), Elliott/Eliot but we're having trouble with too many ways to spell that one. And a host of others.

The name Jordan has been a favorite of mine for more than 10 years, but now everybody's doing it, so that's out.

It's so hard to pick names! But with her good punches, maybe we should just name her Sugar Ray or Ali.