What's up, little one?

Baby Metolius has been quite the gymnast lately, first kicking here, then there, then punching my bladder and sticking his or her rump into my ribs. At least, I'm hoping that's the rump and not the head. Last night just as I lay down to go to sleep, Baby decided to start playing drums against my side - and I'm talking fast Zimbabwean drumming, not the sedate Native American kind. And then it suddenly stopped and there was complete calm, no movement at all, for about half an hour. It got me a little freaked out because the doctors always warn you to report any "frantic" activity. I was picturing myself laying on the umbilical cord wrong or doing something equally terrible, with tragic results. But today Baby is up and moving again as usual. I'm looking forward to my next appointment (tomorrow) so I can figure out what position it's in.