For all the pain that we have, I believe that we have happy memories of our angel babies, and I'd like for all of us to share your memories if you'd please.

My Beatrix would always know dinner time. If I wasn't home or eating, she'd start pressing her face down as hard as she could against my bladder. I also used to sleep with a lab in my bed, and one night (during her marathon kicking sessions), she kicked the dog so hard he jumped out of bed scared. My daughter was also a little spiteful. She'd be more than happy to let women feel her kicking, but if a man was talking in the room, she'd hold completely still.