Prenatal Macarena

I think that's what is going on inside me right now. It is 12:15, and I would LOVE to be sleeping. I made Dave put his hand on my belly before he fell asleep. I asked him how I was supposed to sleep with this and he wished me luck, rolled over, and fell asleep. So here I am trying to figure out what to do in the middle of the night, and how to put an end to the dance party inside me. The upside to this is that my crazy fetuses turned out to be my easy babies. Dawson never even kicked me. But he gave us 2 crazy years to make up for it. So here's hoping that G. Jesse's relentless prenatal activity means he'll be an easy going baby. I won't get my hopes up too high though :)