Blo lay awake in bed, listening to her husband's light snores. As she lay there in the darkness of their bedroom, she tried to get some sleep, but her unborn son decided to be unusually active for reasons only known to him. Blo finally realized she wouldn't be getting very much sleep, so she threw back the covers on her side of the bed and managed to get out of bed before she left the bedroom and made her way down the hallway towards the kitchen area.
Once she'd reached the kitchen, she made a beeline for the fridge and opened the two doors. She stood in front of the fridge for several long moments, trying to decide what to have as a late night snack.
Back in the bedroom, Bri slowly stirred and stretched out towards his wife's half of the bed, only to come in contact with empty sheets that were still a little warm from where she'd been laying, which told him that she no longer occupied the bed. He set out in search of her, only to find her in the kitchen.
"Blo?" he asked.
Hearing her husband's voice from behind her, she turned away from the fridge in order to face him.
"What, honey?"
"Just wondering where you'd disappeared to."
"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to get something to munch on," she replied.
"So, you couldn't sleep because of the baby, huh?"
Blo placed a hand on her presently six month belly.
"Pretty much," she admitted.
"Oh."
"I'm only three months away from giving birth and the baby's decided to become more active in the past week and a half. I haven't been able to get very much sleep due to how active he's gotten at night," she said after a few seconds' pause.
"Just how active has he gotten?"
"Sometimes, he'll kick semi hard or I'll feel a fist or a knee up against my ribs. Last night, he decided to ram his foot into the side of my large belly."
"That active, huh?"
"Yup."