Is someone in there or what?

All my books say that I should be feeling Baby kick or move or something by this time. So throughout the day and every night in bed I lay very, very still and concentrate really hard and try to feel something. I say, "Come on, Baby! Give me something!" Nothing. Not a bump, poke, or gurgle that could be mistaken for gas, which first time mothers usually think their baby's first kicks are. The only indications that there is actually Someone in there is when we hear the heartbeat at the doctor's office and my growing tummy and the recent development of insomnia. Now, I've been trying to get over some sort of cold, or viral infection that has been taking me down and dragging me out, so it has been a little harder to sleep. But last night I was up for a half hour, just wandering around the house, playing our electronic hand-held Yahtzee game, and I even had a bowl of cereal because I was starving. Starving, I say. I have never, ever, had anything to eat in the middle of the night. But this little snack felt like I've been doing it for years. Then I went back to bed and slept beautifully for the rest of the morning.

OK here's a new little rant while I'm here. Staff pictures are today. I WILL NOT be taking them. Mark my words. Last year's picture is good enough. It's a good picture, I like it, there's nothing wrong with it, and nothing short of physical aggression and/or large sums of money will get me in front of that camera. Not that I have to fight you--you understand. You wouldn't make me take one. Well they're going to try. But not today. Or any day this week. No sirreee. They clearly have a misconception as to who they're dealing with here.