I just tried to carry a box. It was a normal sized box of average weight, but I was struggling like crazy. That’s when I realized Lenny was causing me to extend my arms all the way out just to try and grasp the corners of it. I’m estimating that my belly is so big that I’m about a week away from having to ask you what shoes I’m wearing.
Le sigh.
In other news, Lenny doesn’t kick me much anymore. He/She prefers to just prod me gently. It quite bizarre, but nicer than being punched. No one likes being punched from the inside (or outside, for that matter). Mr. Aggie talks to the kid regularly, often asking Lenny to be nicer to me and stop using my stomach as a bouncy ball or stop wadding up all on one side and trying to escape. So far, Lenny doesn’t comply. I’m hoping that changes on the outside.
