A word to the wise, pregnant women don’t like it when you press on their bladder. I had just returned from work for the day and had asked Abigail when I was going to be able to feel the baby moving around. She said it would be a couple more months.
That’s when I pressed on her belly with my hand, moved my hand down to her bladder. She warned me about where my hand was, “That’s my bladder.” Just like a little kid wondering what would happen if I did something I knew I shouldn’t I pressed down on it and was quickly informed: “You don’t get to press on my bladder again in this pregnancy. You press on my bladder, I punch your junk.”