Last night, Mr Nikki & I were watching tv – Mr Nikki had his hand on my stomach and at one point, exclaimed, “What the hell was that??”

Nugget is usually quiet at night and weekends, when Chris is home.  THAT, I said, is what I get to feel all afternoon and often in the middle of the night.

Boxing.  That’s exactly what it feels like.  You know when the boxers practice with that little punching back and they just stand there rapidly smacking away at it?  That’s me.  I’m the punching bag.  You’ll have to ask Chris for his impression of our little 2 pound boxer, when you see him this weekend.