Give Me Back My Ribs

Dave’s Mom told us about his rather uncomfortable placement in her belly many moons ago. He’d would apparently crawl up right under her rib cage and sit there, making it hard to breathe and move. She would try to push him down and up he’d go again. Well, as they say, like father, like son. For the past week, Frankie has decided that 1) he prefers the right side of the stomach exclusively and 2) he prefers to sit right underneath my rib cage in the least comfortable spot (for me, anyway) he can find. Trying to push him down results in some squirming and an inevitable migration right back up there. He’s wasting all that nice space on the opposite side. Only two and a half more months of this to go! Eep!