Making a break for it

I think Blob is trying to escape - sideways. Feisty little body parts are constantly poking through my side, or pushing, or punching, or kicking. Sometimes I find myself asking the Blob out loud to please pick a different spot to batter before I'm totally bruised.

Sometimes it steps off my hip bone and pushes my entire belly over to one side, and then leaves it there for a while. Then it changes strategy and lodges it toes under my ribs to call upon my attention.

When worn out, Blob gets the hiccups for a couple of minutes before seemingly falling asleep. And before I know it - Blob's up again: Boing. Boing. Boing. Boingboingboing BOING!