Baby in the breadbasket…

For some reason the baby likes to hide up near or under my ribs, pressing on my lungs and being a pain in general. Sometimes his/her daddy can coax the baby out, but sometimes not. I call this position ‘being in my breadbasket’ — I’m not sure if that’s even a correct colloquialism or not, but it’s the closest thing I can come to how it feels. Like the baby is sitting in my breadbasket.

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  1. I know that feeling. I used to push her foot out from under my ribs. At least I think it was her foot. Ouch. Uncomfortable. Especially when she then started tap dancing!!!!

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