Misty's relatives are rabid with the desire to feel the baby kick. They ask her every ten minutes or so, "is she moving?"
Since Cathy (Misty's cousin) was really drowsy after taking her medicine last night, I took the opportunity to mess with her. I stuffed Buttons (the dog) under my shirt, walked over to where she was sitting half-conscious on the couch, and said, "Cathy, the baby's moving. Do you want to feel her?"
I kid you not she jumped up and reached for my belly before she realized what was going on.
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