From imaginary flutters to real tiny kicks and nudges, Mini Bum has now up a notch in her mode of reminding me of her presence. At 22nd week, it has dawned on me that this over isn't baking a bun, but rather, a chicken.
I am really a conventional oven roasting a rotisserie chicken. Every night, before I drift off to sleep, I sense her movements in my belly, and it feels like the rotations of a rotisserie chicken. Flip! Flip! Flip! She goes, rotating over and over again.
Makes me crave for some Kenny Rogers.
2 comments:
LOL! I came to this post attracted by the photo, thinking you have a recipe to share!
Oops! Coincidentally, am gonna oven bake a chicken for dinner tomorrow. Will post it if it is a hit! :)
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