While lying in bed the other night, I felt more than the previous pops and tickles. I swear, it felt like a knocking. I yelled for The Targo to come quick (I'm sure he thought I was bleeding from my eyes or something). And we lay together very quietly for a few minutes. *Knock-knock*
Me: Did you feel that?
The Targo: Yeah. Wow!
Me: At least it doesn't hurt yet. Pretty soon it will be all "Woman! You get back in the kitchen and make me some pie!"*
*Am I too old to quote South Park?