During a lovely wake-up romp this morning, my wife laid on the pillow next to me with a funny look on her face. I was enjoying a bit of afterglow, but was eager to attend to her as well. Suddenly, she no longer seemed interested in her turn. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing. Really. It’s nothing.” She replied.
I knew something was wrong, and I wasn’t letting this go. “Something just happened. Tell me what’s wrong,” I pleaded. I was getting worried.
With a funny frown on her face and a furrowed brow, she finally gave in. “The baby was kicking me in the forehead.”