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Well, either he loved or hated lunch. After a big bowl of frogspawn (okay, giant couscous, chilli and feta salad), Speck started a kicking spree. He gave me about 10 or 12 kicks in fast succession before Dave made it across the room.

Guess how many he came up with?

81 from when Dave started counting :D

Our baby's going to be a footballer! (Or possibly the next Bruce Lee....)

While I'm being happy and all, I have discovered that my bump now makes the perfect shelf for a tub of ice-cream. Very handy when slumped on the sofa watching telly.